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One time I had a summer job in high school for a business that outfitted people to go on camping trips out in the wilderness. My boss had a big dog that barked all the time and was really annoying. Food was delivered to this business in bulk. I fed the dog a whole stick of butter every day for about 2 months. The dog had a heart attack in the fall.

A "confession" for racist's, liberals and democrats. So liberals like to pretend they are supporting black people and they want equality and free money and support for blacks because they were in slavery. I support the economy myself by working almost 87 hours a week, driving OTR. What have you done lately?
Now look at the democrats and there saying that Palin had sex with a black male? How dare they say such a bad thing? Exactly. Now you see that the democRATS are the racist ones!! By trying to attack Sarah Palin they have made themselves the racists that they are. I for one, am outraged. This attack on her character, has not gone unnoticed. When the Drivers of Americas Economy (you might know them as truck drivers) get fed up, we will slow down the deliveries of your goods and commerce. We might "accidentally" deliver all of your freight to the wrong address. Got a pick-up that "has to be picked up no later than 1500 hours"? When it's finally picked up at 1645 hours, you'll see and feel the wrath of our collective anger. Who knows, your precious cargo might just "fall off" the back of the truck, and vanish forever. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Stay tuned for more liberal LIES.

So last night I was prayin for deliverance and I kid you not, Jesus Fucking Christ (scrappy little brother to Jesus H. Christ, The Son of Man and Holy Lamb of God) came right through the rusted wall of my trailer and sat his glowing white ass own on my bed, right beside where I was kneeling. At first I thought it was my dead pop come back to life, so I reflexively reached for his cock since I was already down on my knees. But Mr. Christ gently pushed my hand away and said I didn't need to do that shit no more because he was gonna give me a real job.

So I thought wow this sounds perty interesting. Maybe he'll make me the fucking CEO of Mountain Dew or the Moon Pie company, or gimme my own taco wagon or whatnot. Anyways, so I says, yessir Mr. Christ, my dear Lord, I'm listening and sorry for grabbin your very big and powerful dick (I immediately pologized and said penis). What kinda job is you talkin about?

So get this, he wants me to go to fuckin flight school and learn how to fly them big fucking jet planes like what them motherfucking Arabs used to attack the US of A back all them years ago! I just looked at him and said what? He says, and this is a direct motherfucking quote, he says don't be such a cocksucking little sissy. Look, pussy, I put you here and I'll take you out. Your life is already one miserable faggoty failure after another and I am offering you a chance to have the real fame and fortune you have so far only seen in your wet fucking dreams. You in or you out, boy?

So what the fuck am I supposed to do now? He wants me to fly the thing into some super tall building in motherfucking Dubiey or some such wasteland in muslimville. He said the only way to send those goat fucking infidels (his words, not mine) a righteous message was to fly my plane into some building they have that's supposedly the tallest in the world. I thought that was the statue of liberty but whatever.

Anyways, so I says how is that dumbass plan supposed to make me rich? Famous I can see, but how is you gonna make me rich if I'm fried up like a crispy chicken nugget?

He just looks right into my one good eye and mutters some crap about riches in heaven and whatnot and when I start to call bullshit on that he just whips out his huge fuckin jesus cock and shoves it in my mouth. I been coughing up holy cum ever since.

Now I fucking start flight school in Florida in two weeks. I ain't never prayin again, I tell you what.

i confess that i love older men but it is painful when their health starts to deteriorate and you're still young and healthy. Lost my Phil to a heart attack this time last year, I guess this is "anniversary syndrome". sigh.

They say don’t tell Sadist that you are dying don’t beg to much even my Master told me that.. that He will make me wait more when i am begging like crazy as He would taste the power He have on me. But in this dynamic I cannot stop myself from being honest and so far i exposed my deepest feelings and i felt brave as i read comments about it. What my troubled pet head thinks is.. it was strange my Master asked me how to break me.. coincidence? .. but then i get worried something bad happened i do care a lot, regardless is He my Master or not.. I want Him very happy and feeling well.. then I worry about my heart it needs to know when it’s over and not wait like in past. It got more involved.. and things changed my Master took me unlike past and now i.. I can’t bare to be on same like when we starting and when it was kinda more like a play thing.. every second of not knowing that is very long.. and I’m thinking how much i am molded i can’t move on even if You would wait for me to do that not letting me know.. I can’t unless You tell me to.. and You know how much my head is crazy and how much You have hold and how much i want Your reminders and how much I find something in You wrong or not that it fits with me.. I’ll be good I promise whatever You tell me.. You know i behave and not attacking You or so.. please don’t let me live in hell of not knowing for long. It has deep impact I know not smart to say. But You always liked honesty and i hope mine will just.. I don’t want to pole Sadist more because i am drowning and my lungs are very much full of water faster this time. I miss my collar and it’s weight that resembles You

Isn't it a shame that you can't be honest and truthful on the web by posting as yourself, or speaking your mind then being attacked by people that don't agree with you, in fear of some NUT going on a personal rampage to expose all your little quirks and personal information? Sometimes it pays to be anonymous. You have stalkers and fakes pretending to be people that they aren't in hopes to "friend" people and use them for their own twisted games. Even in these boards, if you bring up a topic which is your own opinion, you fall under attack by someone with a differing opinion, rather than them calmly voicing their own opinion. There's no need for attacks. It's not like I'm trying to convince anyone of anything, just voicing my opinion. People need to share their opinion without attacking others. Less judging and more open-mindedness. Maybe I'm just a peaceful person in real life and the others aren't.

Couldn’t help but to think how much this little slave changed over the years tasting that connection with the Devil. A piece that was needed the piece we find and our best bubble up. The committed connection kept on poking me, that’s why it’s so easy for Devil to keep me on my toes. And what have I been thinking about is as well the tasty soul of the Devil even tho I keep on calling him cruel and cold. One really kinky Devil but just as well what got me trapped is something more of him. Perhaps i am more scared of his soul and cope with Devil with my Devilish side. And the need to admit that, to admit slave attacks Devil just because when tasting his soul i freak out the most. And refuse to admit I believe in it. And get all crazy because deep down I believe and the connection won’t let me rest most of the time, the inability to resist to dirty things and the belief combined with taking the attention is his odd combination. Devil force me to fish haha.. if all i do is attention grabbing and all You do is attention grabbing.. then let me fish :p
You created just very nice masterpiece with devilish and such warm colors.. just look at it

I need help finding a video that was on xvideos awhile ago. It was one of those forced sex fantasy videos. It was foreign also. This girl jeans was reading a magazine, when a man came in her home and attacked her. After he stripped her, she ran away into a different room. The man found her and fucked her on the bed. I can't find the video which used to come up when I typed in forced sex on xvids. I can't even find it on way back machine. If anyone could identify the video, please tell me
Thanks

Im a 40 yo married father of two and I hate my wife. I think she is sexy and that many men and women would enjoy fucking and using all of her. The problem is she has low drive and not much interest. I'm her only. I fantasize about her getting drunk kissing with her boss, but feeling guilty and pull away, but instead for her boss and 2 other co workers to use her all night despite her tears and occasional loss of consciousness. Will feel exceptionally guilty because she will have orgasmed several times during the attack. This body is too sexy not to be used

INCUBUS ATTACK, kinda hot if u ask me..

A good read on the terrorist's "He said the Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan and one of its splinter groups, the Islamic Jihad Union, both have recruited Chechen, Turks and other non-Arab Muslims to fight with them against U.S. forces in Afghanistan. According to Kohlmann, both of these groups are based in the Waziristan tribal area of Pakistan, "and these groups can be just as radical as anything al-Qaeda puts out."

"They have a strong animus against the United States," Kohlmann said.

But he cautioned against making any assumption at this point that the bombing suspects were recruited and/or trained by foreign terror organizations.

"What happened (in Boston) is within the capability of two relatively sophisticated, homegrown individuals," Kohlmann said. "These two people seem to have come out of nowhere."

David Schanzer, a terrorism expert at Duke University, said the attack appeared to be "homegrown" and that the suspects appear unsophisticated and without ties to or training from international terrorist groups.

"The fact that they needed to rob an ATM to get money (suggests) they didn't get large amount of outside funding. They had no escape plan to leave the country," Schanzer said. "These are hallmarks of people who are not particularly sophisticated. I don't see this as a highly planned plot. They seemed to be making this up as they go along."

Several links have been identified between Chechen guerrillas and al-Qaeda, according to an analysis by the Council on Foreign Relations.

Despite the two suspects' apparent affinity for the Chechen cause, anti-separatist Chechen leader Ramzan Kadyrov said there was no link between his country and Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, the two brothers suspected of the Boston bombings.

"We don't know the Tsarnaevs, they did not live in Chechnya. They lived and studied in America," Kadyrov said Friday. "It has become habitual, everything that is happening in the world is connected to Chechens. Blame the Chechens."

Kohlmann sent a post on his Twitter feed Friday that the official arm of the Chechen mujahedin has denied any connection between them and the Boston suspects.

Ruslan Tsarni of Montgomery Village, Md., the uncle of the two brothers, said the family was ethnic Chechen.

Author Kimberly Marten, who researched Chechnya for her recent book, Warlords Strong-Arm Brokers in Weak States, cautioned Friday against concluding that the Boston attack was an act of terror.

"We shouldn't assume... there's a political motive behind the bombing," said Marten, who's a political science professor at Barnard College in New York City and director of Columbia University's Harriman Institute.

Most of the Chechens' acts have come in Chechnya, Russia or neighboring republics.

Among the most shocking acts of violence was an attack in the neighboring republic of North Ossetia in 2004, where militants seized a school and, in the three-day siege that followed, more than 300 were killed, most of them children.

The attack was ordered by Chechen separatist leader Shamil Basayev, who was himself killed in a 2006 bombing believed to have been conducted by Russian internal security forces.

Militants from Chechnya and other restive regions have targeted Moscow and other areas with bombings and hostage-takings for more than 20 years. The republic is predominantly Muslim and has waged two wars with Russian security forces since the demise of the Soviet Union in 1991.

p******** Vladimir Putin has often stressed that al-Qaeda is linked with Chechen fighters. According to the Council on Foreign Relations analysis, a Chechen warlord is said to have met with Osama bin Laden while both were fighting against the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan from 1979-89.

Authorities have also found links between Chechen separatists and other Islamist terrorist groups. The U.S. Justice Department said in a 2004 report that Zacharias Moussaoui, who was convicted for his role in the 9/11 attacks, had previously sought to recruit at least one man to fight in Chechnya. Intelligence officials in France had warned the FBI of Moussaoui's connection to the Chechen fighters.

An online jihadist, "Abu Sulaiman al-Nasser," boasted Friday that the Tsarnaev brothers "made the streets of America just like the streets of Afghanistan."

Violence dates back to the years after World War II when the Soviet leader Josef Stalin crushed a revolt there during the Nazi invasion and in 1944 deported the entire Chechen population to Siberia and Kazakhstan. They were allowed to return to their homeland in 1957.

Shortly after the Soviet Union's collapse, Chechnya declared independence from Russia, a move that eventually led to war from 1994-1996 when tens of thousands died and Russian regained control of the republic.

The Tsarnaev family reportedly fled Chechnya for nearby Kazakhstan and, later, the United States.

Fighting broke out in Chechnya again in 2000 when Russian forces destroyed much of the republic's capital city of Grozny in a bid to crush resistance. With the killing of key militant leaders, the separatist movement has been quelled, although violence in the region continues.

Chechen militants have committed sporadic large-scale attacks in Russia since the 1990s. In March 2010, Chechen terrorists claimed responsibility for bombings on the Moscow subway system that killed more than 40 people. In June 2010, the State Department added Chechen rebel Doku Umarov, who claimed responsibility for the March subway attack, to its terrorist list and froze his assets.

A 2008 report by the Congressional Research Service said in 2007 Russian security forces ran 850 sweeps through Chechnya that involved surrounding entire villages and searching every house. "Critics of the operations allege that the troops frequently engage in pillaging and gratuitous violence and are responsible for kidnappings for ransom and 'disappearances' of civilians,' " the report said.

Of the region's almost 1.3 million residents, ethnic Chechens make up about 95%, according to Russian government statistics. The rest are a combination of ethnic Russians and other ethnic groups from nearby countries and regions"

We all know internet tough guys. "I will kill you if..." or "I would beat you up if..." or "Watch your back, I'll come for you".

I confess that those threats really get to me. I found the reason for this is that I cannot pinpoint these people and face them or get the police to hunt them for me. I picture vividly how some random stranger attacks me out of the blue.

I could never track those people down. I never reveal my real identity on the internet or show my face but I want to find those people. I confess I feel helpless.

The USA isn't the world's saviour, but we're the best the world has got.

With all the recent talk about Iran launching nuclear weapons against the USA, I was reminded about the time the Portuguese terrorist group "Parque aquático" were trying to break away from the mainland and set up their own terrorist outpost in Valencia. Well, what happened? The Portuguese government requested aid from the USA and we kicked their asses.

Why is it that when the world needs help, the USA is expected to save the day, but when the US is under attack, we can't assassinate one god damn person? Most terrorist groups are extinct because of America. I hope Iran was paying attention to Parque aquático.

browser is flagging the site as an attack site. also, mobile site seems hijacked again

Girl, 13, 'gang-raped by 20 men when she was just 11' sobs in court as she's shown video of horrific ordeal filmed by her attackers

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2195367/Eric-McGowen-trial-Girl-13-gang-raped-20-men-cries-shes-shown-video-horrific-attack-court.html#ixzz252UX0y6d

Sick sick men

How much i get so raw for You and how much I feel myself the most when You take me.. sign of that is how crazy i go and how much i need to be punished and how much i crave to wash the guilt when i “attack “ my Master even on subtitle ways. For doubting in some things just because You broke a promise.. and omg at times I want to stay mad but I can’t. Will You have mercy on me i am soo trying to stay a good girl but i miss my collar and all the privileges I had.. and i still keep the opportunities just to prove You I didn’t slip and became bad girl.. I am like this just for You. Was it so bad for You what we did? Did You not enjoy the way it was?  Please You can do whatever You want that’s clear by now but please Sadist don’t close for long. I swear I am feeling this for first time and I plead for You to have mercy on my soul because it’s in Your possession. Bring the trouble have me at Your feet, let me please Your mind and eyes let me worship You

Was at the pub last night after work. While I was talking to the barman (a man my age, just over 50) he was telling me that he had got lucky and fucked a 21 year old the night before. Joking around I told him pics or it didn't happen. I never expected him to show me pics. Especially pics of my stepdaughter. I stayed quiet about her being my stepdaughter. He was telling me she called him daddy and told him that she wanted to fuck her stepfather but she didn't know how to go about it.
When her mother went to work this morning I took matters into my own hands. She was still in bed when her mother left so I went into her room, I sat down on the side of her bed to wake her up. I shook her shoulder gently to wake her and as she started to roll over my hand "accidentally" slid down a bit onto her chest. When my hand stopped on her tit she woke up and looked me in the eye. I smiled as I gently squeezed her tit, when she smiled back, my fingers found her nipple, it got hard immediately. I grabbed one of her hands and put it on my hardening cock and told her I knew she wanted me to fuck her, her face went bright red but there was no denial. I slid her shirt up so I could see her tits, they looked perfect, I couldn't help myself and started to lick and suck her nipples one at a time. Her hand started to slide up and down on my cock.
Sliding my hand down towards her pussy made her slide her hand inside my shorts, as my fingers slid between her meaty cunt lips, her hand grabbed my cock and she told me she wanted my cock in her mouth. I made her wait about 10 mins while I fingered her cunt. She got so impatient that she moved herself around so my fingers stayed buried inside her but she could get my cock in her mouth. Fuck me she was a better cocksucker than her mother. You could tell she liked sucking cock by how she attacked it. Not once did I have to push her head down, she knew how to deepthroat from the start. After fucking me with her mouth, I picked her up and threw her on the bed and told her to spread her legs like the little slut she was, she put her feet behind her head and told me to pound her harder than I fuck her mother. While I was fucking her she grabbed her phone and started showing me videos of her masturbating, in every video she was calling out "daddy fuck me" and "daddy make me your fucktoy".
We fucked for about an hour, when we were finished, she sucked her cum off my cock and asked me to promise not to tell her mum. Like I was gonna do that lol, I'm not that stupid. I agreed on one condition and that was I get to fuck her whenever I wanted and she said she thought it was obvious we were going to be fucking regularly.

hottest bestiality story ever?

dog Rapes Woman

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You know all those stupid Internet stories floating around about how women like having sex with a dog and they have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks? What absolute bullshit! This is a more realistic story.
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My name is Christine and I was raped by a dog. I was thirty-two years old at the time (I'm thirty-five now) and living twelve miles east of Seattle,
Washington. The only reason that I'm telling you this is because of all the stupid Internet stories floating around about how women are won over by having sex with a dog and have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks. That is such bullshit.It was a Saturday morning and I was cutting my lawn. The house I was renting had an attached garage and a medium-sized yard. It wasn't the greatest house in the world--or
even in Seattle--but it was clean and well maintained and it fit my budget. I was mowing along the front sidewalk, made a turn back toward the house when the sound of a car's tires screeching on the pavement behind me made me jump. I turned around quickly, half expecting to see someone flying through the air, but it wasn't a person at all, but a dog.



He had come out of the woods across the street and tried to cross the road; now he stood just inside the verge of the woods again, looking back over his shoulder. His ears were laid back on his head and his tail tucked smartly
between his legs. The driver laid on his horn, yelled at the dog fiercely, and then sped away. As the car drove out of sight, the dog cautiously reemerged from the woods and sat down on his haunches. He was a black Labrador Retriever, a big one, and he watched me with a dog's typical aplomb, ears pricked up and head canted to one side as though wondering what I was doing over here. I had never seen him before and guessed he was
lost. I called to him and it was obvious that he heard me, but for some reason he ignored my call and I thought, Well fuck you too, doggie, and went back to cutting the lawn.



After finishing up, I went into the house and made myself a roast beef sandwich with a cold glass of milk and watched the noon-time news. Just as the news was going off, I heard a dog whining outside my screen door and I
went to have a look. Of course it was the black Lab."Hello," I greeted him. "You decided to be social now?"He was bigger than I had originally thought, at least 120 pounds, and although he didn't have a collar on, from his appearance it was obvious he belonged to someone. He was lost all right. His owner was probably looking for him now or would be soon enough. In the meantime, he looked pretty thirsty and I went to the kitchen and got him a bowl of water. When I set it near him on the porch, he backed away and wouldn't touch it until I went back inside and closed the screen door. "You are the weirdest dog I've ever seen," I said. This from Christine the expert, who'd never had a dog in her life.



I leaned against the jamb and watched him lap the water. He was watching me back. I tried talking to him in a soothing tone of voice, but he remained just as wary as ever. When I pushed open the door, intending to join him on the porch, he backed away and headed down the steps, took off at a run across the lawn. Just as he neared the curb, however, another car came around the bend going way too fast--as usual--and for a moment I thought the dog
would panic. But the driver laid on his horn and doing a one-eighty, the Lab bolted back towards my house, darted in behind the row of hedges beneath the front window and let out a frustrated woof! He just stood there panting.
If I don't do something soon, I thought, this dog is going to get killed. Not really sure what I was doing, I picked up the empty bowl, refilled it at the kitchen sink, then walked through the garage to the side door, opened it and set the bowl in the doorway. Then I walked a short distance away. "This isn't going to work," I grumbled to myself. "He wouldn't even let you near him."
A few minutes went by and the dog ventured far enough out from behind the bushes to sniff the air and observe me with his impenetrable black eyes. I couldn't help it, it made me shiver. I backed up a step and thought, Maybe
this is not such a hot idea, Chris. Maybe you should just go back inside, lock the kitchen door and call the damn pound.



But before I could reject this idea as plain old school-girlish silly, I heard the phone ringing and went back inside to answer it. It was Jean Michaels, a friend from New York with whom I hadn't talked in a long time. As I chatted with her gaily for the next half an hour, I watched through the open kitchen door. The dog never came in.
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I shut the garage door and locked it. It was quarter to two and although I'd looked for the Lab all around the house and inside the garage, he was nowhere to be found. He'd done whatever it is lost doggies do, I guess...
gotten lost even more.Disgusted with the way I felt, I took a shower, toweled
dry, and put on a bathrobe. I was drying my hair when I thought I heard a noise from the garage. Not barking, but like someone thudding against the closed kitchen door. Armed with the blow dryer, I went downstairs and tip-toed cautiously through the living room and out into the kitchen. I could here him whining just outside the door. "Well, shit," I said aloud, at the sound of which he began to whine even louder and started a scattershot scratching at the door with his claws."Hold on, hold on," I said, wondering how he'd gotten in. I know the garage had been empty when I'd gone in to take my shower... at least I thought it had. He must have been hiding. Yeah, I thought, he must have been hiding.Opening the kitchen door just a crack, I watched him back
away to the far side of the garage and drop to his haunches. The water bowl sat empty beside his left paw. I had forgotten about it left it just inside the door. "Weirdo dog," I said.



Stepping into the garage, I closed the kitchen door behind me and predictably he got up and moved cautiously away to his tight. "You don't trust anybody, do you boy? Or is it just me?" He sat down again and watched me with
those polished black eyes. And then he growled.If I had been nervous before, now I was scared. You never showed fear to a dog--that's what I'd always heard--and it was obvious to me why. They can smell it on you. I clutched the bathrobe closed at my throat and took a wary step backwards, and as soon as I did this he rose and stalked two paces forward, teeth bared."Nice doggy," I squeaked. "Grrrrrrrrrr," rumbled out of his throat, low, deep and menacing. He took another pace forward, dropping lower to the ground and showing all his teeth. If I made a run for the kitchen door I knew he'd be all over me before I got three feet. "What's going on boy?" I said in a small, quavering voice. "You gonna hurt me? I tried to help you, you know." I was standing with my back against the side of the garage before I knew I had been moving. He approached me from my right, herding me away from the kitchen door,
toward the corner in the rear. I was terrified now. I was beginning to panic.
"Nice doggy," I squeaked again. "Nice puppy dog, doggie." Only this dog was anything but a puppy. He was a demon in black fur.



Refusing to be cornered like the desperate animal I knew I was becoming, I angled away and moved toward the center of the floor. The dog didn't like it much, but he let me do it. I began to think--pray--that he'd let me go all the way to the outside door and go through it. Just as it appeared he'd actually let me go, in a terrifying blur of motion, he leaped at me through the air. I shrieked and put my arms up but the force of his lunge knocked me to the floor. I banged down on my back striking my head on the concrete and hot sparks erupted like a 4th of July fountain across my eyes. My vision doubled and became alarmingly blurred. When it cleared again--too late--I found he had straddled me, fangs bared just inches above my throat. I was going to die.
But the dog had other ideas."What do you want," I pleaded in a tiny, terrified voice. My bathrobe was open, leaving me fully exposed. His hot wet prick dragged back and forth across my uncovered stomach, making me shudder and want to scream. At first I didn't even know what it was. When I finally did, in that same tiny, terrified voice--terrified now for an entirely
different reason--I protested, "No way!" and tried to scuttle away. He took my throat in his teeth."Okay, okay," I breathed with my eyes clamped shut.
"Whatever you want." I relaxed myself with a titanic effort and spread my legs. Again, the dog had other ideas. He released my throat and growled."What?" I was honestly baffled. He growled again. He made circular motions with his
head... I swear, he actually did this... and I slowly got the message. "On my knees?" I quavered in disbelief.The dog, who was not a dog at all, but the aforementioned demon from hell, nodded his head.



"You want to mount me?" A breathless whisper. He nodded again. I rolled onto my stomach and started to get up. Before I could get all the way up onto my hands and knees he batted my on my rump with his snout."What?" I was beginning to think I was already dead. Or in some nightmare dream caused by the concussion to the back of my head. It really ached. He growled and shook his head sharply to the right. Away from my body. And suddenly Iunderstood. "This is not real," I whispered. "It can't be real. It can't be. It just isn't happening." He wanted me to disrobe.Rising erect from my knees, I slid the robe back over my shoulders and let it fall into my hands. I began to bring
it around when he snatched it roughly away from me and flung it across the floor. It landed near the garage door with the arms in an out-flung, helpless gesture. That's how I felt--totally helpless. I was naked with a dog.He batted me again with his snout."What?" I objected, beginning to loose my cool. The
crippling shock and disbelief had begun to wear off and I was becoming rebellious. Damned if I was being corralled by a dog.



Suddenly he was up on his rear haunches, one talon-clawed paw on either of my shoulders and the back of my neck clamped firmly between his teeth. His breath flowing around my neck was horrid. "Okay, okay," I acquiesced. "I get the point." Then, as the powerful muscles in his jaw began to clamp shut on my neck, "Please! Anything you want!" It was a short-lived rebellion. He dropped back to all fours and so did I. He sniffed me up and down my flank and licked my right cheek. I took it. He snuffled into my right ear and bit lightly at the
lobe and I took that too. All the while I smelled his graveyard breath. What the hell was he doing? For a moment neither of us moved. He stood there panting, beside my right shoulder, facing me, and suddenly I understood. This was some kind of dominance thing, what I had occasionally seen one dog--presumably the alpha male--do to another. He was doing it to me. I got it, I
thought. Loud and clear. You're the alpha. I'm the bitch.Satisfied (he read my thoughts in my body language, there's no other explanation) he grunted lightly one time, then went to stand behind me. I stared straight ahead panting. He had really hurt my neck. Good luck, Christine, I thought. A dog is about to fuck you.



He sniffed at my pussy (I hate the word with everything I am, but I just can't think of a better one to use), then snuffled it like he had done to my ear. I tried not to jump but the shock was just too great. I gave a little shriek and sidled forward. He growled. "Fuck you!" I said vehemently under my breath. "I don't
like it, okay!"He obviously did, because a moment later his tongue went
from halfway to my navel all the way up the crack of my ass to the small of my back. This time I really did shriek and I surged forward in alarm. I also looked back over my shoulder in horror as ever nerve ending in my body jangled. It was like getting scrubbed by a warm, wet length of Scotchbrite.I didn't move. I didn't breath. I felt sick at my stomach. I wanted to puke. He licked my pussy again and I made a disgusting noise, something a real bitch might make. Tears leaked from my eyes and splattered onto the concrete below, sucked up almost immediately by the dust and porous surface. It wouldn't stay that way for long, not if I started bawling. When I started bawling. He lapped at me for a full minute, then two, getting me slathered up and absolutely raw. I felt every little sandpaper bead on his tongue and because I routinely shave to keep myself clean--I had done so only that morning--there was not even my wispy blonde pubic hair to offer any protection. My clitoris, my swollen outer lips, the mouth of my vagina, my urethra and especially my poor little anus all got the treatment. And the way he went after me with that tongue, with such unbelievable vigor--he'd driven me six feet or more across the floor--you'd think I was a sugar-coated treat. To him, I guess I was.Then he mounted me and locked his powerful forepaws around my waist and I squealed in complete and utter terror. He shoved forward with his cock, not so much searching for my pussy as dive-bombing it. I wailed again and tried to crawl away across the floor but he lunged forward over me and grabbed my neck again with his teeth. He bit down hard and growled an angry, you stay the fuck put! snarl, breaking my skin with his teeth--not deep, just enough to get his point across--and I could feel blood seeping out of the wounds. "Okay," I brayed. "I'm yours! I'm whatever you want! I'll do anything you tell me to! Just please, please don't hu--"



I sucked in an agonized breath as something hot and sticky and the size of a baseball bat entered my pussy. Then I shrieked and then I caterwauled--quietly, as those teeth still dug into my neck--and shook my entire body
trying to get him out. Instead, he worked himself even deeper."No," I sobbed. "Please no! Let me go!" Instead, I crawled forward under him six more agonizing feet until my head hit the back wall of the garage and then skidded
along its surface. I cried hot, sulfurous tears, the tears burning my eyes, my nose, the back of my throat. The thing in my pussy was hot and sulfuric too, pounding in and out of me, gouging at my vagina, assaulting me, destroying my sanity one thrust at a time. It was more pain than I could ever have imagined.
"Nuhungunaaaah," something inside me cawed. I was no more able to make coherent noise than I was of having coherent thought. I was a woman with a demon on her back... and in her vagina.



Trapped against the garage wall, I began to turn in against it. Splinters from the exposed two by fours gouged me wherever I rubbed against them. (I'd later look like a comedy skit from Saturday Night Live or Mad TV or something. The Splinter Lady, I thought.) But as the splinters attacked the side of my right hand, my right forearm, then my elbow, my upper arm and shoulder and finally my right hip and my thigh, the Lab continued walking me forward with his thrusts. I scraped against the plywood sheathing of the exterior wall,
encountering a second two by four, then a third, and finally a forth.Then I was in the corner that I had avoided so many years before--right where my doggie master wanted me--he banged me head first into the two by fours in the corner there, driving me unmercifully forward until my head had only one place to go--down and against the floor. I knelt there, jammed hard against the studs, my cheek pressed brutally against the cold concrete floor while the dog
banged and banged and banged away me.



By now I was sobbing so hard my chest felt like an exploding bomb. My entire being ached. My vagina was beyond repair and still the dog fucked me. "Please God, please don't let him do this to me," I kept saying, over
and over again. The words came out as something no human ear could ever have understood, except maybe God's... and I don't think God was listening.
Twisted with my head locked against the corner studs, I found myself watching between my legs as the dog wailed away at me. His cock was as big around as my forearm--my father's forearm--pasty white with a cobweb pattern of
vicious red veins. It was a foot long at least. It probably was longer. But terrifying as it was, what was at the end of it was ever worse. Because there, twice the thickness of the shaft and an even angrier red and white color, was a horrendous round knot. "No," I moaned plaintively as the dog continued to rut me. "I can't. I can't. No, no, no, please."But the dog told me I could and that I would and very shortly I did. I watched as the knot grew nearer to me with every thrust. Then the thing hit me with a sucking, slurping sound that made me retch with revulsion, stuck in me for a moment before he yanked himself back... and the wave of pain hit me like a Pacific tidal wave. On the fifth try he finally made it in and I was thrashing around wildly with the pain and making horrific noise and beating at his flanks with my fists. Then something hot and wet came cascading down my thighs and splattering on the concrete floor beneath our coupled organs, my guts cramped so violently that I screamed...
and then I was gone.
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The dog was laying in the far corner of the garage, cleaning himself and ignoring me completely. On the floor beneath my crotch, where I expected a huge mass of blood, I saw something possibly even worse: a grossly-puddled mass of foamy, already crusting over semi-white fluid... his cum. I had been thoroughly rutted.I found I had bled very little. How he could have driven
such a huge and misshapen thing such as that into me without puncturing something vital or causing me to hemorrhage I don't know. Feinting when he reached climax must have provided me just enough flexibility to spare my
life. I think I sat on that floor for the better part of an hour, staring at nothing. My pussy ached and my guts were roiling inside and I felt numb like a block of wood. Never in my life had the thought ever entered my mind that a dog might actually fuck me. I had imagined it of course (I believe all women have) but imaginings are supposed to stay in the realm of imagination. Not show up in your garage. "I want to go home," I said. The words sounded so good to me, so reassuring. My home was only 15 feet away. But again, the dog had other ideas.



The second time he came for me I just let him. I got on my hands and knees, docilely let him mount me, then put my chest and my face on the cold concrete floor and held myself open for him with my hands. I didn't fight him at all. When he came out of me somewhere about halfway through, and mounted me in a different way, I shifted my hands to my buttocks and spread them far apart. It hurt his being in my ass (getting past my poor little anus was really
tough) but not as bad as I had thought. It was my first anal experience and he spared me the ordeal of his knot. The third time I lay on my back with my legs drawn tight to my chest and let him rut me like that. I think it was a new experience for him and I'm not sure he even liked it. Are you trying to breed me? I asked silently of his inhuman, polished black eyes. Am I supposed to have puppies? If so, It would be quite a litter. And then I had an orgasm. I didn't want it to happen. I fought against it with everything I had, but it was involuntary and unstoppable. He was doing me with such savage determination that I think I had no choice. He suddenly slowed down and his muscles tensed and by this time the pain from his knot had almost gone away. He prepared to unload in me and when his first shot came, hot and gushing and spilling out my cunt all up my thighs and down over my asshole, I could not stop. I came and he came and the two of us came together, him squatted over me not moving, just emptying his testicles of their unbelievable load. I clutched myself behind my knees and prayed for it all to end. His gushing, and my orgasm. Eventually, they both did. Then he was finished with me.
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What happened to the dog? I have no idea, and I don't ever want to find out.
After the requisite fifteen minute wait, his knot finally shriveled and he pulled himself free of me with a wet popping sound and his cum--that part which hadn't already sprayed out all over me--gushed out onto my thighs and down between my buttocks. Such an awful mess. Then he hobbled to the opposite corner where he cleaned himself and ignored me from then on. He had gotten what he wanted and that was that. I cautiously got to my hands and knees and, risking another go at it, eased my way toward the kitchen door. I quietly entered the house and closed the door securely behind me, never taking my eyes off of him. He heard the door close but he never looked up. Later, once I'd cleaned myself up and then cleaned up the mess in the garage. I had my 9mm Glock with me then and just dared him to move. I would have shot him on the spot except that I'd have to explain and I would never do
that. I never saw the mutt again.I now live in Atlanta, Georgia, just about as far removed from Seattle as I can get. I live in a nice little, two-story frame house with a nice little garden out back and a semi-detached carport on the side. I also have a female Doberman Pincher named Mary that I know will never try to fuck me. I only hope some other dog does, just so I can set her loose on him.


THE END
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Where has all the intelligence gone? I mean, at some point people gave a shit enough to be independent thinkers.

Instead people are all up in arms over TV, music, and other shit that doesn't require you to think, and instead require the simplest thing a human being can have. A sense of taste. No matter how bad, simply having one qualifies you to enjoy and judge TV and music. The simple fact that "Cult classics" exist means that nothing can ever truly be bad, because shitheads will watch it anyway and it'll get deemed "Special" because a few select people have absolutely atrocious taste.

People piss me off at their lack of intelligence, and their lack of an ability to have an interest in learning. Like ricers and musclefags for example. Two non-interchangeable sort of folk who do the exact same shit. They obsess over their tastes, completely put away any rational thoughts, and hate each other blindly. Little import cars are manuverable. Muscle cars have eons of torque. Neither 'suck', as both are incredible on their own terms, and yet these... primates cant be intelligent enough to console their differences and get the fuck along.

It's why i like to use guns and ammo as examples. As my brother says "A bullet to the brain has the same effect regardless of the person struck". And yet we've got people arguing that the slightest difference in weapons and ammo makes one vastly superior to the other. BLINDLY projecting their versions of the truth, instead of simply admitting any firearm or ammo type is deadly. Durr 1911 is betteer than glock, 9mm is superior to your dum dum .45's. You get shot with either, in the face, and you gon die.

I dont even want people to get along. It's this fiendish disease known as ignorance that kills my faith in humanity. How anyone can blindly ignore whats right in front of their faces is beyond me.

The best possible example i can think of is Russia Today's fans on youtube. You wont find more insanely biased and ignorant folk than them. They're the sort of people that truly believe that the US is one big crumbling tent city, just because the kremlin's mouthpiece tells them so. And that Russia is a prospering country, with no debt, starving, disease or crime, because the kremlin's mouthpiece tells them so. And when you go to point out something that so much as grazes the thin line of their competence, they immediately attack you, calling you a sheep, a slave to the government, a CIA paid troll, or simply denounce what you've said as entirely invalid just because you're american or have a silly video on your youtube page. And any valid point that they cant deflect in that manner, they instantly blame it on the big bad ol United states. Collapse of the soviet union? United states fault. Black market in russia? United state's fault. THE ENTIRE GLOBE'S FUEL, ECONOMY AND FOOD PROBLEMS, the united state's fault.

Nothing can ever be any single person's fault. And as such, you can begin to see how it doesn't matter what side you're on, ignorance is still ignorance. Be it that you're a patriotic republitard that blindly supports whatever the US gets into, or part of the filthy yuppie protesters that believe that everything belongs to them and that the government should just give them jobs, you're still ignorant for even picking a side.

Thank god 2012 is magically going to be the year the world ends apparently, I dont think i want to live in a world where you cant have competence and intelligence, where either side of the coin is a dumbed down, media fed beast of ignorance. Fuck all you people i'm moving underground and stocking up on supplies and ammo. Anyone else remotely interested in surviving the holocaust of the ignoramuses, i humbly advise you do the same.

Jessie was 17 and I was 20. She was school friends with my best friend.
She would crash at our place a lot, even when my (now ex) husband was home.
We would get stoned and giggly together while he was playing WoW. Sometimes we would kiss, but we would say it was only experimental, because she had a new tongue piercing to test out.
That metal barbell on my tongue felt amazing.
I always joked, while my husband had his headset on, that one of these days I was going to make her cash those checks she'd been writing.
After weeks of this, one day she shyly agreed to accompany me upstairs. I lifted my husband's headset and told him I was going to go fuck Jessie. He was raiding, so he tuned me out.
Now, Jessie was a real suicide girl type. If bettie page had been a blonde. If monroe had been a kinky teen sex kitten.
It started with massages in bed. Then I had her take off her clothes. I traveled from the neck and back to her breasts, butt cheeks, and inner thighs. Just massaging.
She started to squirm and wiggle.
My touch slowed and softened, and started grazing delicate areas. Letting my fingertips barely brush the tufts of her groomed little pussy. I would trace circles up her thighs, watching her slowly but surely spreading her legs for me. I then took the entire palm of my hand, and placed it just above her mound.
I paused.
She finally groaned out "Just DO it already!"
My hand dove at her pussy lips, shocked to feel them so slick and so warm. I rubbed slow but firm circles on her outer labia, letting my middle finger stick out just slightly enough to part those slimy lips and bump against her protruding clit.
Spreading the slick, I worked her pussy as she writhed and gasped. The gasps turned to moans as I brought my face down and put the broad side of my tongue flat against her clit, before lapping upwards and ending in a kiss tugging her pussylips out with a slurp. The kisses grew deeper and more urgent, and her knees began to quiver.
Then, in one fell motion, I stiffen my tongue to a point, and slip my pointer finger inside her warm cunt. I attacked her clit fiercely jabbing it and nibbling at her. Her whole body tensed up, and she put her hands on my head, bucking her hips into me.
When she came, she even squirted a few drops!
Afterward, we high-fived, and she called me a "clit ninja".
The next day, my husband wasn't pleased that I went off and fucked her. He could have joined, but he was 26, and didn't want any statutory charges.
Any man who doesn't have the spine to join his young wife with a teenaged bettie page wasn't man enough for me.
Hence the divorce.

Gay Marriage:

Let me start out by saying I'm not gay. I am in a very happy, devoted relationship to my fiance. I am a 23 year old guy, she is a 22 year old girl. We are a very heterosexual couple, neither have ever been with someone of the same sex nor do we have the desire to.
I know this is going to draw some attention from those of who you are just going to want to comment about how "fags are bad" and other vulgar, inappropriate, unnecessary outcries. Please keep those to yourselves. If you have something intelegent to say, I implore you to comment.
If you don't believe I'm straight, I don't give a fuck. Simple as that, I'm here to discuss a topic I find very interesting.

I went onto Omegle and used the "ask a question" option. I asked:
"Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?"
I would like to say that I'm not a religious person, I believe there is a higher power. Whoever/whatever that may be, I have no idea. I do believe that we were put on this earth to love eachother and to accept one another's differences. I don't have the right to tell you how to live and who to love, and you shouldn't judge people either.

The following text is 20 of the responses. I got a few responses that had nothing to do with the question, the majority of people didn't comment but simply disconnected. I just want to point out that the (majority) of the people that were against gay marriage weren't well spoken(typed) and were fairly rude and vulgar, while the people not necessarily for gay marriage, but just support people's happiness, took notice were well spoken, and used correct grammar and spelling.

(1) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 1: i'm with him on that, what does religion have to do with who you can love?
Stranger 2: I got nothing wrong with it either
Stranger 2: Gayness is not a hoice
Stranger 2: Choice
Stranger 2 has disconnected
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(2) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 1: I just can't be fucked to discuss this at the moment.
Stranger 1: But I agree.
Stranger 1: Homomarriage ftw.
Stranger 1: gosh, I'm tired.
Stranger 2: lol if people had equal rights in the first place there wouldnt be a discussion...
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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~Next conversation was disconnected before either stranger commented.
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~This one is kinda long and doesn't discuss the topic much.
(3) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 2: ...
Stranger 1: I have the right
Stranger 2: um, Gay marriage is legal here
Stranger 1: Homosexuals are dumb
Stranger 2: my church accepts/blesses gay marriage
Stranger 1: That wrong
Stranger 2: so, IDK what the issue is really
Stranger 1: That's discusting
Stranger 2: I'm not gay
Stranger 2: and I'm not getting married
Stranger 1: They make me wanna puke
Stranger 2: how come?
Stranger 2: have they come onto you?
Stranger 2: maybe you give out gay vibes.
Stranger 1: There not normal
Stranger 2: *they're
Stranger 2: we know that
Stranger 2: so, what's your point?
Stranger 1: They should pretend not to be gay
Stranger 2: some do
Stranger 1: Thats my point
Stranger 1: Good for them
Stranger 2: sooo
Stranger 1: They're awsome
Stranger 2: no, they suck..
Stranger 2: buddumm TSS
Stranger 1: But for those who show there gay
Stranger 1: There discusting
Stranger 2: *their
Stranger 1: Sick
Stranger 2: they're
Stranger 1: Horrible
Stranger 2: becuase?
Stranger 2: because*
Stranger 1: Y don't u call the grammer police?
Stranger 2: Because I'm correcting your spelling, not grammar.
Stranger 2: problem?
Stranger 2: getting back to the point
Stranger 1: If I used good grammer/spelling it would take longer to type
Stranger 1: I only use it correctly on school work
Stranger 2: So, it would take longer to type an A in grammar than an E?
Stranger 2: So, you have no desire to present yourself as an intelligent person to the world?
Stranger 2: By choice.
Stranger 1: Yes when I get a job I will
Stranger 1: But I'm in high school
Stranger 1: I don't need to
Stranger 2: You don't have a job now?
Stranger 1: No
Stranger 2: ...
Stranger 1: Im working towards becoming a nuclear engineer though
Stranger 2: in high school
Stranger 2: ..
Stranger 1: Watch when I get my job you'll be ashamed you ever said that
Stranger 1: Nuclear engineers make GOOD money
Stranger 2: I don't know how it is where you live, but here you have to be in the 90th percentile to be accepted to the faculty of engineering.
Stranger 2: and you can't use grammar.
Stranger 2: so, I'm thinking you have a lot of work ahead of you.
Stranger 1: Uhhh ya I can
Stranger 2: Clearly.
Stranger 1: I decide not to
Stranger 2: Good luck in life son, you'll need it. Also, your dad is probably a fag.
Stranger 2 has disconnected
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(4) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 1: I never argued the point. I'm not God, I let Him/Her decide these things.
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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~Another one disconnected before commenting.
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(5) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 2: homosexuals are bad
Stranger 1: It's the right of the AMERICAN PEOPLE!
Stranger 2: even satan doesn't approve
Stranger 1: IT WILL RUIN THIS GREAT SOCIETY!
Stranger 2 has disconnected
~"Great Society"???? Full of rapists, murderers, crime and general fear of anything unknown. Yep, Gays are definitely our biggest concern!!!
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(6) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 1: i never said anything
Stranger 2: Yep.
Stranger 1: who asked god?
Stranger 1: dont they have thier own righ
Stranger 1: what if god did say no gay marriages
Stranger 1: why would that mean they couldnt
Stranger 1: people have the right to do what the fuck they want and not live in religon
Stranger 1: so befor you try and be pro gay rethink the way you word it
Stranger 1: good day
Stranger 2 has disconnected
~Please note, I'm not saying God has anything to do with the topic. Just pointing out that it's the most argument against it.
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~Starting with this question, I decided to ask where the Strangers were from. Unfortunately, most decided not to acknowledge the question.
(7) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: true
Stranger 2: i honestly dont care what people are as long as you are a nice person
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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(8) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: Amen
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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~Another disconnected without commenting.
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~And another.
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~And another.
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(9) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: gays go to hell
Stranger 1: let them get married there
Stranger 2: Your ignorance is dripping on my carpet sir
Stranger 1: liberal fag
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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~Another disconnected without comment.
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~And another.
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~And another.
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(10) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: no one, none, never, Norway
Stranger 1: No ones I guess, little, never, England
Stranger 2 has disconnected
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~Another disconnected without comment.
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~And another.
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(11) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: They can share marraige
Stranger 2: They deserve it
Stranger 2: :/
Stranger 2: I'm straight, myself
Stranger 2: But EXCLUDING certain innocent people from their rights
Stranger 2: is WRONG.
Stranger 2: RIGHTS are RIGHTS.
Stranger 2: >.<
Stranger 2: Get over it.
Stranger 1: People are idiots. Gays should have the same rights as us... Fuck... More
Stranger 2: Your book is 3000 years old
Stranger 2: Agreed
Stranger 2: This person is an ignorant, overly religious person
Stranger 1: Theyve been trying so hard to be accepted
Stranger 2: worshipping a 3000 year old book written by middle eastern goat herders.
Stranger 1: Yea
Stranger 2: Homosexuals/Bisexuals have the same rights as us
Stranger 2: :/
Stranger 1: But they can't get married
Stranger 2: They deserve to be for sure
Stranger 1: Theyve been trying so hard for acceptance
Stranger 1: Ik
Stranger 2: Ugh
Stranger 2: Bye :)
Stranger 2 has disconnected
~Please note, obviously I support Gay Marriage. I'm not sure where they got the idea that I was against it, I thought the way
I presented my questions made that obvious...
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(12) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: im gay.
Stranger 1: :3
Stranger 1: ..
Stranger 2: faggot
Stranger 2 has disconnected
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~Another disconnected without commenting
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~And another.
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~And another.
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(13) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: marriage is with
Stranger 1: Whoa, someone's having a hissy fit
Stranger 2: a man and a woman
Stranger 1: Amen
Stranger 1: Gay marriage is a disgrace
Stranger 2: no, it's not really a disgrace, it's just not right
Stranger 1: An insult to human life
Stranger 1: It is a disgrace
Stranger 2: yea ok it's a disgrace
Stranger 1: Gay's are nice people, but what they're doing is wrong
Stranger 1: Soo wrong
Stranger 2: what are they doing wrong..?
Stranger 1: Loving someone of the same sex as them
Stranger 1: Making love to them
Stranger 1: The penis was not made for the ass
Stranger 1: It was made for the vagina
Stranger 1: For procreation
Stranger 1: So we can multiply
Stranger 1: Can you make babies from fucking a man up the ass? No
Stranger 2: yea, it's perverted
Stranger 1: No
Stranger 2: well, it'
Stranger 2: s
Stranger 2: gay sex only focus on pleasure
Stranger 2: not procreation or real lve
Stranger 1: How can you get pleasure from being fucked in the asshole?
Stranger 2: but that's happens
Stranger 1: The same place faeces comes out of?
Stranger 2: in all cases now with comdom
Stranger 1: Still disgusting
Stranger 2: they can be sex partners, ok. but not marriage
Stranger 2: gays want to be respected, respect the religion of other ppl too ~When don't they?
Stranger 1: Gay's should go to hell
Stranger 1: end of
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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~The next response consisted of one person who supports it and another who didn't say his view. They quickly transitioned into a long discussion about religions. It was entirely too long to post here, if you would like to read it, feel free to e-mail me.
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~Another disconnected without comment.
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~And another
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(14) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: god
Stranger 2: God never said he hated gay you faggot..
Stranger 2 has disconnected
~Not sure if Stranger 2 was responding to my question, or Stranger 1. Again, I'm not saying what God believes because I don't/didn't know Him/Her and He/She never told me what they want.
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~Another disconnected without comment.
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~And another.
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~And another.
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~The next stranger commented that he lived in NY, it's legal there, and to get over it, then disconnected.
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(15) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: I believe gays should be able to marry
Stranger 1: simple as
Stranger 2: same
Stranger 1: im english
Stranger 2: Do not go attacking us question-asker
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Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: by what right does the government have at all to issue marriage licenses to anyone?
Stranger 1: True
Stranger 2: where does a "right" come from?
Stranger 1: Good question
Stranger 1: Love is love
Stranger 2: the government does not exist to validate individuals' personal relationships, it exists to provide particular services which would be otherwise unavailable, to keep the peace and enforce the law
Stranger 1: Agreed
Stranger 1: And well put
Stranger 1: World woul be so much better if politics stayed out of people's homes
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Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: swedish
Stranger 1: atheist
Stranger 2: America
Stranger 2: Christian
Stranger 2: But before we start all this, can you not judge me for being a christian?
Stranger 1: I'll try not to.
Stranger 2: Wonderful
Stranger 1: I just can't believe people actively waste their own time trying to prevent OTHER people from being happy. They have nothing to do with you. They want to be with each other, not with you. So what the hell is wrong with that? Love is love, no matter what gender or colour or whatever.
Stranger 2: I understand, Christians can be super judgemental about stuff like this
Stranger 2: Honestly, i don't think Marriage is a government issue, it's a religious thing (for the most part) and the government shouldn't give benefits to a married couple. If a church or other institution wants to marry people, they should be free too. If a church wants to not marry people, they should be able too.
Stranger 1: To be perfectly honest I don't really care. What is so important about getting married in a church anyway. If I ever get married I wouldn't care where it happens, just the fact that it happens and that it's with a person I love will be enough.
Stranger 2: For different people, marriage can be different things. To me, Marriage is a gift from God, and should be between a man and woman. That's based off of my religious beliefs, but i don't care what others do. To them it may be different, and that's ok with me.
Stranger 1: Personally I've never been religious so for me marriage is basically just having the same lastname and a ring on your finger to signal you're off the market so to speak.
Stranger 2: Totally cool. That's the beauty of freedom, it's your choice.
Stranger 1: Indeed.
Stranger 1: And I mean... I've heard of people marrying buildings for fuck's sake... BUILDINGS!
Stranger 2: Yeah, it's a little ridiculous. I'm sorry that so many christian's are so ignorant and judgemental, just thought i'd throw that out there
Stranger 1: The fact that they have to force their crap on other people is what pisses me off. Fine, believe what you want, just don't try and force me to do so as well. I've made my choice not to.
Stranger 1: And that argument they have "think of the children" yeah, please do! What kind of message is "no you can't love who you want because if you do you'll burn in hell"... That's not a good message.
Stranger 2: I mean i'm not disagreeing. A lot Christians claim Christ, but don't love like He loved.
Stranger 1: Seems like they just pick the parts best suited to themselves.
Stranger 1: Which sort of destroys the real message.
Stranger 2: Yep, The Church is corrupt, and there are a lot of problems. But, even though i am pretty messed up, I can still say that Jesus has radically changed my life, and given me hope. Good talking to you, but i have to go. Hope your next experience is good!
Stranger 1: Have a nice day.
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Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: Nobody, that's who!
Stranger 1: No difference at all!
Stranger 1: He didn't xP
Stranger 2: I don't believe in any deity, people ought to be able to marry whoever they please who are of the age of consent, Sweden.
Stranger 1: California ^_^
Stranger 1: For once, a nice stranger
Stranger 1: :D
Stranger 2: :) see, OP, we're a socially liberal bunch over here.
Stranger 2: take care, toodles!
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Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: ummm...
Stranger 2: good question..
Stranger 1: God loves everyone
Stranger 1: and he made us to love one another
Stranger 1: wether were black asian females males mexicans whites transgenders gays
Stranger 1: we have to accept each other
Stranger 1: k bai
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Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: I don't judge. :D
Stranger 1: i'm from the state of delusion.
Stranger 1: btw
Stranger 2: No one has the right to judge.
Stranger 2: But it will be done by people anyway.
Stranger 1: yeah, no escaping it.
Stranger 1: But as I like to say, homosexuals should have the right to be UNHAPPY in marriages..haaaaaa.
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That's the end off the 20. I did keep it going but didn't want to make this much longer. If you want to discuss this topic further without the fear of getting trampled by trolls feel free to PM me.
Thanks for reading, have a great day!

I got a message and was asked about how my family began with incestual relationships. I wrote alot of what happened so I thought I also could post it here in "Confessions".

I apologize beforehand for my poor grammar and spelling - English isn't my native language.

In my case, I grew up in a family where my parents were nudists and didn't really care for being discrete when they had sex. They often did it when they thought I and my siblings were asleep, or busy playing video games or what not.

They didn't really involve us in the sex, at least not in the beginning, before puberty.

I remember me spying on my parents in my early years at night time, curious about what they were doing and why they moaned in a such a way I never saw anyone else do. Most times whey were in the bedroom which had a door closed and with a rectangular window on the upper half of the door that I could peek through. I could see everything standing on the other side of the door peeking into their bedroom. I thought that the onlty thing they could see of me was my eyes and forehead but they always turned of the lights in the apartment during the night except for their lamps on the bedside table, so I felt safe.

I remember getting a hard on when watching them one night. I belive I was 11 or 12, when I masturbated for the first time. When I ejaculated I got all paniced and tried to quietly as possible to whipe it all away from the door.

One night when I was spying on my parents, I remember it like it was yesterday. mMy 1 year younger sister poked on my back when I was watching my parents fucking. I was all into it and was masturbating so I really jumped out of surprise. She told me she also wanted to watch them. After a while she asked me if she should "runka" me (native word for "stroking a dick" or "give a handjob"). I was surprised and I asked why she asked me that. She told me that dad sometimes asked her to do it and he sometimes fingered her pussy. I told her that it was OK and that she should be careful. She carefully started to stroke my dick and it felt amazing. It was like watching a porno and having some one else stroking my dick. That time my parents where done quite early so we ran of to our bedroom (yeah, me and my sister shared bedrooms, my family wheren't rich, never went to college and so on - and since we were nudists we never were embarresed of being around each other naked or only with underwear).

We where laying in our own beds, whispering about what we just saw. I remember my sister didn't seem to be turned on by it but she seemed somewhat excited. She made me promise not to tell mom or dad about what just happened and the activities between her and our dad. I also remember clearly that she asked me about the grayish "cream" that sometimes "sprayed" out when she had stroked dad for a while. I belive I told here something like all boys do that, and that I can prove it. So she went over to my bed and watched me masturbate until I came.

From that point on we continued regulary watching our parents have sex, in the beginning she stroked my dick while we watched and when I got the courage enough to touch my sister; I did. At first I remember she didn't seem to get aroused by it but she said she enjoyed it afterwards, even though she never got wet.

A couple of months later though, a while after I had turned 14, she woke me up one night and was all excited. She took my hand to her pussy and said something like "see! I'm wet.". Indeed she was and she told me that it happened for her first time that same day when dad apparently had been fingering her for about one whole hour. I guess it happened while mom went with me to my Judo practice-session that I had twice every week. She said she wanted more and went onto my bed under my quilt and went straight for my dick with her hand, that already had turned hard. It was amazing, it was the first time I ever heard anyone else than my pareents moan, and how easily it was to pull my fingers in and out of her wihtout her face expressing some kind of pain. Her breast had started to develop so I tried to imitate dad by sucking on her nipples while fingering her.

I was so aroused that I was about to cum very soon and told her that. She then told me to stand on my knees with her hip between my legs, and then she continued the hand job. For the first time ever I came over my sisters body. I remember it was a heavy load, and that I came very hard. The sight of her young naked body with parts of her stomach and her small breasts covered of my semen... that image will forever stay in my memory.

I also remember that we paniced when we heard a door closing and footsteps in the hallway, so she rushed over to her bed, rolled over and pretended to sleep. A moment later the door to our bedroom opened. I didn't look to see who it was and whoever looked in stayed there for more than a minute, which felt like forever, and then went back and closed the door. I felt like I had a heart attack during that minute.

That's all I have time to write about now. Tell me if you want to hear more =)

If anyone want to share their stories, write me a message ^^

/Keitaro_Kun

Been searching for years for a particular JanB video. It is titled PANTYHOSE TAKE and it is about a man who enters her home and attacks her on her couch. Anyone know where I can find it?

Just a heads up, there's some people asking the hacker who attacked anonib to go for this site next.

Topic: Resident Evil 6 Gif Uploads Denied?

Hello, Administrators of Motherless. I just got a notice that two of my uploads that have been waiting for approval had been deleted by an admin due to violating the terms of use. However, I don't think the two uploads were violating the terms of use at all.

The first one is a picture that is just a variation of what I had uploaded before and it was approved of before. It is basically this same animated gif, but with a different character. So unless this animated gif was approved accidentally, I don't see why the other one was denied.

Sherry Nude Neck Eating by Zombie Ryona

Carl_Fennin 7.6K

The second upload that was deleted by an admin was an animated gif of a character being attacked by a dog and you can see the characters breasts bounce and jiggle around. The dog wasn't actually committing any intercourse with the character or even showing any signs of arousal. It is merely attacking the character and the character is trying to break free while it shows off her breasts. Most importantly, it is a video game character and is a work of fiction. I don't see how this violated the terms of use. Especially when a video very similar to it had been already uploaded before. See here:

Maybe I can get some air cleared up around here. All of the content that I have uploaded so far is just from a video game known as Resident Evil 6 with nude mods applied to it. It's all a work of fiction and no real person or persons were actually harmed in them. I do apologize if I sound rude or crude as that is not my intent. I am just confused as to why these two uploads were denied for approval. Thank you Motherless Staff for taking the time to address this.

i have a confession, i was wondering if Russia was to attack Turkey from the rear would Greece help

When posting a comment on the boards does anyone else get the virus attack that starts with the oops we are experiencing page and then the attack? I have great security so it is always caught. But I figured out a way to prevent it.

Enlightened Martial Arts with Rama Dr Frederick Lenz

Zen Master faced with a group of attackers

"Now what i'm going to show you is how to disable several opponents initially without them touching you. What i'm going to illustrate is that they're going to come at me as a group. I'm going to send out a wave of energy designed to momentarily disable them mentally. Then if i wanted to, of course, i could kick....."

Fast forward to 6:58 in to the video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9whi9Crgskw

My point here is that this Master is now deceased. So i can't pay him money to teach me these amazing powers.

It makes me sad. He resided on Long Island which isn't a long drive from me. A missed opportunity for me. I could have trained with a master.

My second year of junior college, my friends were living in a rental duplex in the neighborhood most of us grew up in. It was like 3 bedrooms and we crammed 9 guys in there. It was worse when the other guys were in relationships too because I was never comfortable lying in bed, trying to sleep, while some hottie bit her lip trying not to moan as she got finger banged. Sometimes I’d walk in and just them making out would make me turn around, get in the car, and go for a long drive.

That was when I got in an accident.

I don’t remember any of it. The other driver had T-boned me after, according to him, I ran a red light. But I was the slow, patient driver that braked on yellow. And he had five wrecks. Insurance did most of the work and there was one witness who said the other guy was speeding and that alone made him responsible and I didn’t have to pay.

But I also didn’t have a car for a few months while the court case was being fought. My insurance didn’t get me a rental either. Thanks, Obama.

Only one other guy had a car in the house and we couldn’t all fit so…

My mom drove us.

She lived just four blocks away and she was a cool, stay-at-home mom. Most of the guys knew her since elementary school when she chaperoned field trips and when we got to hanging out in high school, she’d never bust us for sneaking a few drinks during poker games in the basement. That first she came down for frozen pizzas, we freeze, waiting for trouble, yelling, a lecture, a look, anything. But she never mentioned it. By senior year, we didn’t even pretend to hide our Solo cups. And the guys liked her, joking the way guys do about my hot mom, her fake tits (no proof of that!), and how she’d get dressed up for giving us a ride to school while we were in ripped jeans and faded T-shirts. She wanted it, they were sure, and sometimes they’d flirt, “Looking nice, Mrs. Stevens. New perfume?”

But there’s still something about being in college, on crutches, and having my mom drop me off at school that I couldn’t get over. The car rides were quiet.

She had a mini-van and the guys in back would whisper and giggle and I’d hear, “Would you rather…” then a bunch of text alerts and my phone would vibrate and I’d look and it’d be like two photos of porn stars covered in jizz that I’d avert from my mom’s view.

Everyone would respond to the group text and if I didn’t, I’d get ragged on so I’d pick.

On our drive home from class, this kid Blake sent one that made me turn around and go, “Really?!”
He’d sent, “For half a million dollars, would you rather get fucked in the ass or in the mouth? Both to completion. Like inside.”

Everyone had pretty much the same reaction, calling him gay, refusing to answer. He swore that was the game, two awful choices and you had to pick one.

“What’d this one say?” My mom asked. She was smart enough to know the game they were playing.

“Forget it,” I said. The drive was slow. A lot of crosswalks with students that never paused.

“I want to play. It seems like you’re all having fun.”

“They like it because it makes me uncomfortable. Assholes.”

“Let her play!” all the guys chimed in.

“So would you rather…” She paused to think, tapping on the steering wheel. “Asparagus or broccoli?”

The guys all laughed.

“That’s not really the game,” I said.

“I’m just warming up! And it’s practical. I thought I’d make you boys something with vitamins. Keep you fitting into clothes and looking good.”

“It’s got to be two tough choices,” I said.

“This wasn’t a game when I was a kid,” she told us.

“It’s got to be something awful or sexual or maybe two options so good that it’s tough to choose either,” Gabe said.

“It’s not really something I want to play with my mom.”

“Give me an example. What’d Blake ask?”

There was a silence at a light as everyone looked around at who’d man up and say it.

“Anal or oral,” Blake said.

The light turned green in the silence and the car revved up. “Both,” she said.

“Oh god,” I groaned.

The boys cheered like mad. “Yeah, Mrs. Stevens!”

“What? They’re both fun if you’re in the mood.”

“Kill me,” I muttered. She smacked my leg playfully.

“Blake asked that?” she said, looking in the rearview. Blake was in the middle of the bench seat in back between Tommy and Michael. “All right, then Blake, would you rather jerk off Tommy or Michael?”

The two guys in the pilot seats, Gabe and Louis, turned and laughed and high-fived as Blake just shook his head and Tommy and Michael looked out the window, inching away from Blake.

“I answered yours! Let’s hear yours? Or you going to say ‘Both’ too?” She was a devil of a woman.

“I don’t know… Michael looks like a virgin so he’d probably finish quickest.”

There was a chorus of “Ew!” “Gay.” “Gross, dude.” And Michael was adamant he’d made it with like twenty girls last week.

“Sure, Mike,” Mom said, giggling, teasing.

“All right, all right. Um…” He was desperate to get her back, but all of this was really just an attack on me. “Who would you rather?”

“Between Mike and Tommy?”

“Between all of us.”

She thought about it as she turned “I thought these were supposed to be tough choices.”

I wasn’t sure where we were. It was a cornfield, which were common around her, but usually just on one side. We were surrounded and the only buildings in front were grain silos and farm houses and there wasn’t any traffic coming our way or tailing us.

“Do you have a choice?” Mike asked.

She pulled over into a shaded spot. “The only tough part about this is having to choose at all.”

“Whoa, hold on,” I said.

Mom undid her seatbelt and as it went up, so did her sundress letting her bare, bouncing breasts hang out. I’ll never forget her tan marks.
She got in back before the guys knew what to do and she was on her knees between Gabe and Louis and one hand was fumbling with both zippers. “One of you better get up here and fill my mouth.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve done the math. There’s enough room for everyone in every hole and every hand.”

“Mrs. Stevens,” Michael said, unsure. But Blake undid his pants and stepped up and slid his uncircumcised cock in her mouth, putting his hands on her head. She went down deep on him then came off, licking his shaft to his tip.

She’d gotten Gabe’s and Louis’s pants undone and told them to take them off. “Who wants which hole? We got a pussy and an ass that needs filling and Blake can’t do it all himself.”

“I’ll take pussy,” Louis said, trembling.

“So Gabe gets the ass. Don’t worry about hurting me. John,” she said to me licking up Blake’s shaft again. “Open the glove compartment and get Gabe some lube. Always use lube boys. A lot of it.”

I couldn’t. I was frozen.

My mom, topless and in a thong and strappy heels, bent over my friend’s cock with four others out, ready to get stroked, sucked, and fucked. I couldn’t aid this. But I couldn’t leave either.

“John!” she snapped. But she was impatient for her fucking and got up to shuffle on her knees to the glove box for her lube. KY.

“Okay, boys,” she said. “Some rules first. No telling anyone about it, but you should all be taking videos and photos. You’re not in charge. I am. You stop when I say, not after, definitely not before. All those cocks are going to get drained. When you need to finish, on my face, chest, ass, stomach, hands, wherever, but not inside me. On me. And please, call me ‘Mom.’”

She adjusted the rearview so I could see, if I wanted. I peeked. Then watched. Getting aroused. Wanting it too. Wanting her to be anyone else’s mom or my stepmom or a stranger. But she wasn’t. She was my mom. And I watched my friends fuck fill both holes, her mouth. She jerked them slowly, then quickly, asking them if they wanted to cum, then stopping to edge a bigger cumshot out of them. She switched people at will. There was a lot of bumping around and at one point she was getting railed by just Blake in the ass and she was right by me and she kept looking up, smiling at me, licking her lips.

The guys would shoot cum on her face and it’d drip off as they kept fucking her. When they had finished once, she made them keep going. I think each finished three times and she tried milking more out. She was dripping. And smiling.

“Okay, let’s all get out so we can get dressed more easily.”

The boys all filed out of the van, listening to her. But she slid the door closed.

“It’s our turn, baby,” she said and kissed me with cummy lips. “I saw you watching. I know you wanted a turn. Well now I’m all yours.”

The windows were tinted and the guys couldn’t see what was happening but they tried to open the doors and peek in but since the car was off, they knew they weren’t stranded at least.

Meanwhile, Mom led me to the back where she sat on me, kissing me, letting their cum drip off her face, pressing her jizzed on breasts against my bare chest. It was gross…but I liked it.
She pulled my cock out and slowly gyrated her hips as she slid it inside her. She was in complete control.

And I loved it.

She went slow at first. It was my first time, whether she knew or not, and she treated me lovingly, kissing me as she sank onto me. Asking if I liked it like this. Asking me if I was ready for more? For faster? For harder?

“Yes,” I moaned.

“I love you,” she said.

And she didn’t stop until I finished inside her.

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When she let them back in the car, Blake wanted more but she was cleaned up, clothed, and not in the mood. He tried to force it but I sat him down. It was a quiet ride home. Mom stole glances at me, little smiles. I had them too.

Then she pulled up to our house. Our other roommates were out so we all went inside and mom got started on cooking us broccoli and fried rice and a good home-cooked meal.
And for dessert, Blake had to watch the rest of us and her and he never got that special by himself moment with Mom like I did.

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Let me know if you'd be interested in a whole blog dedicated to these erotic fantasies I have.

WHAT the hell is going on in England?
It's now normal for girls as young as 11 to perform sex acts on rows of boys!!

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2158455/Online-porn-turning-children-sex-attackers-Young-act-depraved-scenes-web-says-Deputy-Childrens-Commissioner.html#ixzz1xiNvo2QJ

oh my old ass got lucky like never before. i was headed home when the car right beside of me lost a wheel and jerked over right in front of me i almost het them. we both hit the edge of the road and stopped. at first i was pissed then i saw what happened so i got out to make sure everyone was ok. and she was. and she was a sexy little thing also. couldn't fix it she lost axel and all so i called a friend with a wrecker to come get it and bring it to a shop. then she ask me if i could take her home she didn't live to far away. as sexy as she was i would have took her home across the country.
she was 4'11 long black hair almost flat chested and a tight little ass in them tight little shorts she had on. i mean this girl was tiny but not chunky like a midget. i ask her if she wanted to call her parents to let them know someone was going to bring her home and she said no she lives with her dogs alone.
i said ok just how old are you and she said 25 thats about 8 years older than i thought. and when i found that out thats when i started having them old man fantasies.
and when we got to her house it was a nice little portable cabin houses. she ask me to come in and i said no at first. but she said please i want you to meet my babies. i was like what? and she said her dogs so i said ok. and got out and i dont know the breeds but they was cute little things.
and the cabin was all open except the bath room and she said she needs to change out of her work cloths. and i watched her get a few things and i thought she was heading towards the restroom but stripped right in front of me.
i was like woooo hang on now you going to give a old man a hard attack here. she turned and said well i think i need to give you something for bringing me home.
i was like okkk. and she was so tiny and sexy. she came over to me and lifted my shirt off i had to bend over for her to do it but it was worth it. then she pulled down my pants and said you need to scrub my back.
then next thing i knew i was in the shower with that sexy thing and yet i never got her name yet.
as she showered i found out her name was kayla she was a bartender at some club close by. and was on the way home when we met.
and she hasn't had sex in 6 months. because EVERY guy in the bar hits on her every night.
but she refuses to go home with any of them for any reason. she says they never work out.
and i was the lucky one to meet her off her job at the right time because she was so horny and needed dick. and she likes older men good looking men and i fit them both. made my old ass feel great.
after the shower we fucked watched a little Tv cuddled and fucked again ate something and fucked again for over 6 hours.
as we talked she said she needs to call her boss and tell him she wont be in tonight and call her grandma to see if she can use one of her cars until hers gets out of the shop.
i told her that i can give her a ride to get it if she said yes. and grandma said yes.
she told me she lives in so and so town on so and so street. i was ok i live in that town and on that street i may know her grandma.
some to find out her grandma lives 2 houses down from where i live. and i know her and use to date her. she laughed and said so you fucked me and my grandma. i laughed and said if your mom is Kim i fucked and dated her too. and if your mother in Wendy we almost got married.
she was like damn you fucked everyone in my family. i laughed and said no i didn't fuck your uncle or grandpa.
she told me she will be coming to visit grandma more often and will be stopping by to visit from time to time.
she ask should she tell them i said go ahead. i dont care.
so maybe it will start things up again and i can start making my rounds again.

This slut is the definition of rape meat. Give me your best method of attack. 

I confess the shitbag nigger Michael Ayoade, 35, who was caught on CCTV staging random attacks on young women (last attack the girl was 16) in Plaistow, east London and jailed for 4 years needs to be hanged.

At the request of a friend I wrote this don't blame me if it's odd blame the person who requested it.
This story is for entertainment use this is a completely fictional story.

After my twins turned 18 I knew what would happen. From the age of seven I knew they wanted me. They wanted me badly my oldest already started to use me when he was 19. Now he's 21 and still in love with using his mother. He is my Dominant my wonderful baby is my Dominant and I love it. He hands everything as if his father would. His father left us after I had my last baby girl. He had a heart attack because he enjoyed watching everything so much.
That night my boys came back from work and I was lying on my special bed ready for them. It was a dog bed lying in the basement. I was already collared from my eldest his name is Sampson and my twins are named Dran and Sylvan. I find their cocks more important than their faces so. Sampson has the largest he is almost as thick as a horse and twelve inches. Dran was bigger than Sylvan Dran was the same thickness as Sampson but was only seven inches. Sylvan was average thickness and was seven inches as well. They loved their mommy very much.
They put my pet harness on and lead me to another room in the basement. This room was sound proof to make sure no one heard them doing things to their mother. Before anything started they brought in their sister that was only 18 she was curious and determined to be a fucktoy like her mom. They looked at her as Sampson walked over and explained in a soft tone “This lifestyle your mother is in is a very hard one and requires a high sex drive.” As Sampson talked Alexandra, their sister, just started to wet herself. But this wasn't pee this was her wetness dripping in her pants.
Sampson looked then roughly said to his younger brothers “Boys you can have mother tonight I'll have this little girl here.” He picked her up and she was completely ready and willing. He put her on the second bed and with a rough tone he said “Strip for me slut.” She was still shy but slowly stripped. Sampson like this he slowly got hard from watching his little sister be shy as soon as she took off her panties he seen her dripping wet young pussy still nice and tight ready to be opened. She spoke “Bubby I've been wanting you to do like you do mommy and cum in her please Bubby cum in my fertile little kitty.” Sampson's eyes opened wide and he couldn't handle it he ripped off his clothes and instead of being on two separate beds the boys decided to have us be fucked on the same bed. Sampson put his little sister on all fours as well as me and he gentle slide his cock into her little pussy he held himself trying not to go insane. Dran had put his cock in my mouth and Sylvan in my ass. They roughly went at it using me well. They didn't notice but I had another baby bump again this time it was from Dran. He was going to be a proud father again.
Sampson couldn't handle it anymore he just start to thrust harder and dig deeper making his sister scream she screamed “Fuck me Bubby fuck me hard. I love you Bubby I want your baby Bubby I want to be a little breeding pet. Please Bubby cum in me. Cum in me hard.”As Sampson fucked her put a gag on his sister to keep her from screaming too loud. Sampson prepared to thrust hard really hard he fucked her like he had never fucked anything before it felt so good to him he tortured her pussy like none other as she whined and whined. He found himself more and more excited. He was rougher than ever. Pounding like a freight train into his little sister and this point she was screaming he pulled her hair and did one more thrust. He blew his load in her hard throbbing deep inside her fertile young pussy.
He took the gag off and kept his cock in her like an animal would until he was soft. By that time he had already impregnated her. She lied on her back wide eyed from her big brother. She had gotten up slowly and walked away lying in her bed she thought. Wow I have big brother's baby inside me now. Yay I'm just like mommy now. I'm loving this thank you Bubby.

In the next few days Alexandra went through my pregnancy test like no other waiting for one to turn up positive and finally it did. She was so happy on that same day it was her birthday. She walked down to the basement not to do anything but to watch me be used. They were already inside the sound proof room using me. There was a viewing window so anyone could watch me be used.
That day she watched me be fucked hard. On the inside I was on top of Sampson taking all his cock inside of my pussy while the twins watched as I grind on him as he moaned to me “Whose my favorite slut? Whose the best mom in the world?” I replied humbly “I am. I'm your little slut I'm the best slut I'm the best pet ever.” Sampson wasn't into as much and stopped he knew his sister was watching and quickly let himself go in me. He walked out and saw his sister sitting there.
While they talked I was milking Dran's cock with my mouth while Sylvan's was in my cum filled pussy. Dran I sucked and deep throat hard while Sylvan fucked me deep he went harder and harder making me moan in pleasure. Sylvan smacked my tits to get me to be louder and with one smack milk leaked out. Both Dran and Sylvan stopped and latched on to my tits suckling like animals. They still loved mommy's milk. They both played with my pussy or ass while they drank.
A few months later as both Alexandra and I started to show. We both had twins so we looked months ahead of what we really were. Alexandra wanted to experiment with me while the boys were away so I took her to the room and let her tie me down. I gently said to her “Now sweetie get that wide crop over there” She grabbed it and looked at my pussy. She started to whip it slow. The most painful way to do it she watched her mommy wince and whine. She liked watching me jump as she whipped my pussy. She didn't stop even after it turned red. I had to stop her. “sweetie you can't keep doing that after it turns red it becomes to painful for mommy to handle” I explained to her. She was enjoying seeing me in pain so much. She noticed a diaper on the wall “Is this for you mommy?” I nodded I got up and put the diaper on “it's for me to pee in at the command at your brother's command but you must call your brother daddy now. He's your baby's daddy he is no longer Bubby.”
She looked at me and hit my back with the crop “Shut up slut. She dropped the diaper from me had me bend over and she grabbed the paddle she spanked my ass and spanked it hard with each hit she got harder until my ass was beet red. After that Sampson had walked in and took her away “Baby girl let me handle this momma's pussy is ready for daddy's cock.” He took off his pants and before he fucked me he had me on all fours my face on the floor and relieved himself on me. He peed and it drizzled all down my back to my hair and around to my udders. He loved to pee on me so much. Afterward he had me sit up and watched his pee drip from my hair down my body.
He then put me on the pee bed in the same position to smell my own pee from months of peeing in it. “It's time to get you dirty slut.” He roughly said to me. He started to fuck me softly with only part of his cock in my pussy. He couldn't stand this he thrust his cock all the way in and just went at it like a horse in a mare and a dog in a bitch. He was thrusting hard but fast in me. He dug deep really deep so deep I screamed. He was enjoying my pleasure but pained screams. He loved hearing them every time. He fucked and fucked and fucked cumming more and more my pussy almost filled to the brim with his cum until that day he decided to do something different. Something he has never done. Something no one but Sylvan has done he grabbed the best lube possible and an applicator. He put as much lube in my ass as possible and flipped onto his back. He grabbed my body and started to suck from my udder I knew what that meant. He wanted me to take his cock as thick as a horse and put it in my ass.
I slowly put his head in clenching my teeth. His head was the hardest part I kept trying but it was so hard to fit him in my hole. He then got tired of it put me on all fours and went and tried himself he gaped me open rubbing his cock in anal ease and tried himself. He slowly put his head in as I clenched my teeth. It hurt so much but I enjoyed it. Barely being in there I clenched my teeth as he had gotten the head in and everything else just followed with it. I felt myself jerk up and clench the bed. This was going to be the ride of my life. I heard him moan loudly he tried to control himself his pupils dilated he turned into a beast. I felt him grabbing tightly on to my hips his canines showing as I looked back I seen an evil glare in his eyes.

[To the reader: I haven't gotten further than this yet as I was no longer requested to continue this story if you'd like it to be continued give me some idea on what you would like]

I am Lisa and im 63 years old, I have been coming here for about a year and love reading peoples confessions and feel it is about time I write my own. It all happened way back in 1973 and I will try and write it down as best as I can remember it.
I was 19 and still very much a virgin, I was raised by very strict catholic parents, they even made me think that masturbation was wrong, even though the year before I had started doing it. but feeling very guilty after doing it. I had left school the year before and didn't have many friends. I got a job for the summer at a holiday camp on the east coast of England (not going to name it) I was really looking forward to getting away from my parents and when I got to the camp the manager put me in with two older girls, Karen 26 and Tina 30.
Tina was tall blonde and had the biggest boobs I had ever seen, Karen was Tiny only 5 foot tall and like me had red hair. Both girls very very friendly and they had made me a bed up in the living room of the cabin. The first few days were a blur as i learned what my job was. We worked almost every day and only got 2 days off a month. My first day off was 2 weeks after I started and Tina was also off that day, she decided she was taking me into town for a drink, I tried to tell her I did not drink and never had, but she would not take no for an answer and told me to put on something nice, since it was still very warm even at night I put on my best dress that I had with me, it was a pale yellow summer dress and since my boobs were so small I never needed a bra. We went to a local pub nothing very exciting but it was the first pub I had ever been in. She got me a glass of wine and it went right to my head but I loved it. We talked a lot and the subject turned to sex and men. She got it out of me that I was a virgin and that I had never even kissed a boy, the more wine I had the more I opened up. She told me that she would have to find me a man this summer. Now because of Tina's big boobs and because she was also very beautiful she did get a lot of attention from the guys, she used to be married but her husband had died in a car accident 3 years before. She loved the attention and one guy (Tom) was really nice he was 21 and I could see he really liked Tina. About an hour later she told him she didn't want to leave me alone and he suggested that we both go back to his house as his parents were gone and he had the house to himself. 10 minuets later we were back at his house and i got handed another glass of wine and Karen and Tom were Kissing and touching on the couch next to me, I thought they would go to a bedroom but they started stripping each other right there and were soon naked, I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't look away. His cock was hard and he was soon fucking her hard and fast. They finished and it was only then they remembered I was there, Tom stood up and Tina laughed and asked if I wanted to touch his cock, she didn't need to ask me again I just reached out and grabbed it, it was still wet from Tina and he got hard again as i held it. Tina smiled at me and said I should put it in my mouth, I didn't really want to but he got closer to me and Tina just kept saying do it, so I opened my mouth and he put it in. Now I had no idea what to do, but he was pushing it in and out and I have to say I felt very naughty and it felt good. He pulled it out and shot his cum over my face hair and dress, It was then I noticed Karen had her hand on my thigh, she moved it under my dress and found my panties, I had gotten quite wet, and before I knew it she was pulling them down and Tom was trying to get my dress off, I had to stand up and before I knew it I was naked. I had never been naked in front of anyone since I was very young. They pushed me back on the couch and Tina told Tom to fuck me but said to wait until she had got me ready, she used her fingers on my pussy gently rubbing me and she slid a finger in me, I was totally under her control, my legs were spread wide and when she thought I was ready she told Tom to move in, I was a little scared but Tina kissed me and that distracted me as Tom put his cock in, very slow he pushed it in, it hurt but she kept on kissing me rubbing my small boobs too, he kept pushing then all of a sudden it went right in, that really hurt but it also felt kind of nice and it kind of sobered me up. he kept fucking me, I am not sure how long but he shot his cum inside me and pulled out, when I looked down I almost cried there was so much blood but Tina said not to worry as that was normal. She took me to the toilet and cleaned me up. She asked If I was OK? to my surprise I found I was and told her I had enjoyed it, She kissed me again and told me it was going to be a great summer. We got back from the bathroom and found Tom sleeping on the couch, we got dressed and left. On the way back to the camp she kept stopping and kissing me feeling my bum and when we got back she pulled me into her room, she stripped me naked and pushed me onto her bed, before I knew it she had her face in my pussy, she licked me I am not sure for how long but all of a sudden I felt funny and started shaking then for the first time ever I came Oh my god the feeling was amazing. She moved up and cuddled me. I woke the next morning in her bed alone. She had already gone to work and I was alone in the cabin. I showered and dressed and went to work feeling very happy.

That night I got back to the cabin, Tina kissed me as soon as I walked in, Karen was on the couch and she said I was one of the girls now, as I walked past her she gave me a light smack on my bum, it was then I saw that Karen must be as naughty as Tina.
Now our work didn't leave us a lot of free time and usually left us knackered after it. It took 3 days before Tina took me to bed again, this time I was sober and she just grabbed me as I walked in tore off my clothes and before I really knew it she was down on my pussy, Her tongue worked its magic and soon had me cumming, She got off me and I was about to get up when Karen walked in she took Tina's place and was licking my pussy, Tina straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my lips, she was already very wet and I was not sure what to do, but like Toms cock before I let her do most of the work with my tongue finding its own way, they swapped palce's but I was always on my back. After about an hour I was exhausted and we all sat and had a little drink. I discovered I loved being naked
Our next day off we all went out together to a secluded beach, we had wine and a picnic and it wasn't the warmest so we had the place to ourselves. We did start with wearing bikinis but we were soon all naked the had cover with some rocks and someone would have to be right next to us to see us, so we felt safe. We had lost of sex that afternoon, too much to list or remember but to this day sex in the open if my favorite.
It was 3 days later Tina had to leave as her mother was sick, and it only left Karen and I. I was going to move into Tina's room but Karen said I should just sleep with her. Over the next few months we fell in love, now back then being a lesbian was not as accepted as it is now, so we hid it. Our summer job ended and I did think about going back home but Karen and I moved into a small flat together in a city I wont name. We got jobs working in a pub, and I was very happy being with Karen but I did want to try men again and Karen knew it, she didn't want men at all but did say if I wanted one I could as long as she was there with me.
There was one guy I liked he came in to the pub most nights so I set about getting him into bed. and that proved harder than I thought, he was about 40 but still very good looking but also married. We got talking and I took every chance to flash him some skin, I would wear the shortest skirts and never wore a bra, I wore loose fitting tops and would bend over knowing he could see my small boobs, he finally took the hint and one night he was waiting for me leaving the pub, we kissed and touched for ages and I took him back tot he flat I told him about the condition and to my surprise he was cool with it, Karen sat and watched us strip and fuck, it was all very quick but he did have a big cock and oh my god he shot so much cum inside me. he dressed and left and Karen was on me as soon as he left, she didn't mind licking his cum from my pussy in fact I think she really liked it. This happened once a week for a month until his wife found out and well things got a little messy she attacked me and I ended up in hospital
Karen decided we should move and for the next year and a half she was my only sexual partner, then out of the blue Tina got in touch, she invited us to her house as her mother had died and left her very well off, so off we went to Devon and my god Tina's house was massive very private with massive garden in the back and a swimming pool. We had no idea Tina was so rich, she hid it very well. We were only there 10 minuets and we were all naked, but as it was cold out we stayed in doors, we caught up the only way we knew how but fucking each other till we could hardly move. Over the next week we fucked so much we almost never dressed and Tina asked us to move in, we jumped at it.
Now it is not easy living in a 3 way but we worked hard at it and we all loved each other very much, Tina brought us men to play with and in 1976 I fell pregnant and gave birth to my daughter Emma, Tina was next to get pregnant in 1978 and had a son Mark. Karen had still never fucked a man yet but that all changed in 1980 when one of the men we had over really wanted to fuck her too and with all the booze she gave in and let him do it, she loved it and from that day on she would fuck with the guys we had over and well in 1982 she fell pregnant too and had a daughter Lucy.
Our sex life sort of calmed down a bit, we still had sex with each other a lot but the men got fewer and fewer.
Tina got sick in 1990 and died in 1993 she left everything to Karen and I. I adopted Mark and Lucy and we really had a great life, our kids knew about us being lesbian and my own daughter came out as bisexual that year.
I never had sex with a man again until 2010, Karen and I were talking as all the kids had left home maybe it was time to spice things up again, but it was not so easy since we were not as young and hot as we used to be, then we had a stroke of luck, My daughter Emma asked me if we could put up a friend of hers for a week as he was down our way and had no place to stay, she had told him of our nudist lifestyle and he was fine with it. David turned up the first week of June, what Emma had left out was how young he was, he was just 22.
We didn't want to scare the poor boy so when he turned up at the door we were dressed when he turned up, we let him stay in Emma's room, looking back it is kind of funny because Emma is a very girlie girl, her room is very pink and we didn't clear it out and we didn't know she had so many sex toys in there, he started to un pack and the first thing he found in the drawer was a big vibrator, I couldn't help but laugh, he did too and told us not to worry he knew Emma very well. We left him too it and went to make lunch, we had got naked and when David came down he was also nude and my god what a body his cock even soft was big and meaty.
That night we had a few drinks and discovered he and Emma were an item about a year ago but she left him for another girl, my daughter can never stay with anyone for very long. As we drank the more I looked at his lovely cock and the more I wanted it inside me. Karen saw my look and being more than a little drunk she told him that I wanted to fuck him, she never could handle her drink but when she told him his smile told it all. Now we may have been older but we did keep in shape and his cock was getting a little hard, Karen reached over grabbed it and it was soon very hard, it went over and lowered my mouth onto it, he never tried to resist and Karen let me suck him she stood up and let him finger her, that night we took turns fucking him, I loved the feeling of a cock cumming in me again. It turned out to be a very very naughty week, he fucked us both so many times I lost count, we even did anal something I had only done with a man once before but lots of times with sex toys. At the end of the week he left us but we were feeling very happy and told him to come back any time.
Sadly Karen got Cancer in 2013 and died 2015 I was in bits for about a year and decided living in this big house all alone with so many memories was too hard to take, Emma and her girlfriend moved in and I went traveling Visiting Mark In Canada with his family, Lucy lives in Greece she is as wild as Karen ever was and when I visited her she had a man waiting for me , she knows me so well, I spent a month there and it was like re living my youth I lost count of the men I fucked she just kept bringing them home for me ages 18 to 55, it was easy for her because like her mum she was very beautiful but unlike her mum had 36DD breasts
I went back home for new year 2017 Emma had some close friends over and we had a nice naked new year and that is where I met Gavin, he is Emma's girlfriends (Susan) dad, we hit it off right away and as we talked he told me how after his wife died he visited Susan and Emma often and slowly got used to being naked with others, it took a week but we ended up in bed and so begins a new chapter in my life

That is my story i hope you all liked it, first off there will be no pictures mainly because when most of the good stuff happened we never took any but mostly because I just dont want too
So if you want to leave a comment please do so but if you are going to be nasty please go away

I want to be in a threesome with two lithe, nubile, bisexual teens. I'd either have a heart attack from the exertion, couldn't get an erection from the excitement and the girls would kill me, or one would beat me to death for cumming too soon. I'd die happy, though.

All I can say is... thank God my Father in law is here for me. My name is Melissa. The time was my wedding day, over 4 years ago I was 19 now although it seems like yesterday. That day went from being the most hectic of my life to the best in a split second. Growing up I was an ok looking girl, I had B cup breasts and a skinny figure size 0 size 6 today marriage...lol. Being a natural brunette with milky white skin glasses and braces made me even more of a nerd. I was by no means a slut when I was younger but I did have my share of sex, then I met Andrew. Andrew was the answer to all my prayers for a man. He was athletic, extremely handsome, and had some money. He asked me to marry him I would have been insane to say no.

Andrews dads name is Rick, he's 46. I asked him to give me away at the wedding because my father had left us many years before. I think I was 8 when I last saw him. Mom thought my Uncle should give me away but I had lived with Andrew and his dad for over a year and i wanted the family to get along.

On my wedding day Rick and I were talking about the wedding and getting things together to drive to the church we were laughing playing and throwing things just having fun all around.he was tickling and poking me when in the heat of the moment. I dragged him to the ground as we wrestled and we rolled across the floor tickling and laughing. I felt his breath on my neck as we tussled and I started to feel differently. I realized I was becoming aroused. Instinctively I rubbed my own crotch against his leg that was between my own. He didn't seem to notice but I was becoming wetter and wetter by the second. I realized that I had never been with a older guy before and would like to try it someday. Suddenly he grabbed my tits and said "Well, maybe you'll give me a private show sometime." I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking at that point. In a panic I rested my head on his chest, taking all the comfort from him I could. I noticed that his breathing was getting deeper. Maybe heavier? He ran his hands through my hair and I dropped my hand down to his knee and quite instinctively squeezed his thigh. I felt him jump a bit but he didn't say anything. He just continued to run his hands through my hair. My breath started to get shallow and come in shorter gasps. I was becoming excited, and very very wet. I needed love and I needed it now. I was dying for an orgasm. I raised my head up to meet my future father in laws and he started to kiss me. I looked at him with my best bedroom eyes and he continued to kiss my face. I started to breathe heavily. "Don't worry precious," he whispered to me, "daddy's here." I almost melted right there. I was totally his now. He could do anything he wanted with me and I hoped he would. We were both becoming violently aroused and nothing could stop us from doing what was to follow. My hands reached up and squeezed his cock. He exhaled loudly when I did that. " I whispered, "I need to be naked for you." I told him. "Yesssssss precious Melissa, Daddy wants you. I want to pleasure you."

"God take me. Fuck me." I responded.

Finally he took off my shirt and seen my push up bra and tiny tits. I stood before him and took off my jeans, revealing the thong panties. Rick pulled the material of my panties aside and, all the while looking lovingly into my eyes, began to eat my dripping pussy. I almost fainted when his tongue found my clit. Andrew was never very good at giving head, he used a very stiff tongue and moved his tongue from side to side. Rick's tongue was soft and wet. He lapped at my clit like a kitten lapping at milk. I practically fell down in ecstasy. He noticed this and stood before me, face to face. I kissed him passionately and he layed me down on the floor. I gladly spread my legs for him, exposing my hairy unshaven pussy. I wanted him between my legs. As if he read my mind he got down on his hands and knees and dropped his head between my legs. I felt his tongue invade me and I convulsed in pleasure.

"FUCK!" I yelled.

I am gonna be a bad girl for you I'm your slut. Make me fuckin' cum!" I said to he just smiled and buried his face in my dripping pussy. I just about fainted with the ferocity of his tongue attack. His silky wet tongue swirled all over my clit and I felt his fingers spread my pussy lips. I felt the two fingers of his other hand slide into me and I humped against them as hard as I possibly could.

"Lick my asshole." I commanded breathlessly.

He looked up at me, "are you sure you want me to?" He asked.

"I need it, I need your tongue on my ass. That's how I like it."

The next thing I knew I felt my ass cheeks being spread and Rick's tongue
invading my ass. I really began to hyperventilate. This was better than any man had ever given me. I was about to cum when he stopped eating me, I looked at him with disappointment but he only smiled.

"Get on your hands and knees for me Melissa. Daddy has a treat for you."

I did as he asked with great urgency, I needed to cum or I would explode.
He undressed and he wasn't very large or thick but I didn't care. He got behind me in less
than a minute. I felt the head of it invade me and begin to slide into
me. The thing was Andrew was bigger than his dad but i was so hot, I screamed as he thrust the thing all the way into me and started to fuck me rapidly. I felt him reach over and grab my hair, pulling me back towards him. I immediately started humping against him. The only sounds in the entire house now were that of our bodies slapping together, my fiancés dad grunts of exertion and my moans and screams.

"Fuck me Melissa my precious. Hump me you little slut, as hard as you can.
Daddy will make you cum as hard as you need to."

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!" I panted over and over. He
continued to thrust into me as hard as he possibly could and I was
approaching nirvana. I had never been fucked this hard before.

"UnghhhhhhhhhhH! FUCKKKKKKKKK!!!" I remember yelling and then I continued a
string of curses and moans. To heighten my sensation he brought his free
hand down hard on my ass cheek, spanking me hard. I came again when he did
it.

After a few minutes I stopped humping and rested a moment on the floor,
I could still feel his cock.

"Don't ever leave me Dad." I whispered that was the first time I called him that.

"I'm yours precious, always have been, always will be." He whispered in
that soothing tone of his again. I knew everything was going to be all
right. He pulled out of me and let go of my hair and I fell to the
floor. I looked around at Rick with animal lust in my eyes. It was almost incest . It was wrong, it was all I wanted.

I jumped on him like a lioness attacking her prey. He could only squeal
with delight. I grabbed his cock and kissed my way down his body, I ran my tongue through his pubic hair and he moaned. I immediately went for it.

"God Damn it Melissa! Tongue me baby! Tongue fuck me!" I was shocked to hear him talk like this but I admit it turned me on like nothing else I had ever experienced. He started to pant and claw at my hair as I sucked older cock for the first time.

"God Melissa you give the best head you little slut!" He screamed.

I was amazed that he said that and I loved it, he was everything I ever
wanted in a lover. When I inserted a fingertip in his asshole and he
immediately came harder than anyone I had ever seen. I was in love. After several minutes he recovered and looked up at me, smiling. I smiled back I was so proud to give him such an orgasm.
"That was the best I had ever had." I told her.

"We'll top this.... every night from here on in." he said as he kissed me again we left for the church and he fucked me one more time there sending me down the aisle to his son dripping his cum out of my pussy. We still live with Andrews Dad and I now think of my father in law as my friend, lover, and confidante. And I've never been happier!

Hello fellow perverts as well as completely normie people who just happened to run into my post by some bizarre coincidence. Today I'd like to talk to you about my formicophilia kink which is the use of insects, bugs and other small creatures such as worms and snails for achieving sexual pleasure. In my case, it's all about ants and snails.

In my post I'd like to answer some questions that are likely to spring up inside your head on learning that someone could be into something this strange and bizarre, namely:

1. How did it start?
2. What does it feel physically?
3. Can it result in an orgasm?
4. Is it safe?
5. Isn't that some form of animal abuse?
6. What does it feel like to be into something like this?
7. Am I actually attracted to ants and snails?

So let's start with the beginning. There wasn't a single moment in my life leading up to or proceeding the discovery of my formicophilia fetish when I'd think "wow, these bugs are so sexy, want to have sex with them". Nope. It all came down to simple curiosity. On one sunny day probably back when i was still a teen I just happened to look at a random trail of ants and asked myself a very important question: "What would it feel like to have my penis bitten by an ant?" By that time I was already very cold-headed about sexual stuff and by that I mean, I wasn't particularly bothered by the fact that the thing I was considered doing could be viewed as crazy, disgusting or anything like that. I was like "it's just some ants, whatever". I should also mentioned that prior to this moment, I probably didn't even see any formicophilia related video on the internet and I had really no particular expectations. I was certainly allowing the possibility that I'd end up completely disappointed.

So, being a determined to satisfy my curiosity I collected some common black ants into a small jar and soon after that I found myself with the tip of my penis stuck halfway into the jar. The ants started to bite my glans almost immediately and... it felt ok. Nothing too painful but nothing spectacular either. It was however good enough for me to realize that there may be something more into this.

After that I started experimenting with new species, including ants that are bigger as well as those that sting. As you can probably guess by the fact I'm still into this, the results were much better. How much better?

This leads us to answering the second question and let me start by saying that nothing has ever brought me so close to the tears of pure joy in reaction to a physical pleasure as having my penis bitten in just the right way by a single ant, less than one centimetre in length. I kid you not, when that happened I realized that everything I knew thus far about my sexual organ and how sensitive it is was false. It was like I unlocked the next level of sensitivity in my penis and everything I experienced up to that point was just a boring warm-up. It's the sort of experience you just want to share with people, telling them that everything they thought they knew about the world thus far was wrong...

But ok, that's an extreme example, it happened only a handful of times and didn't last long enough to make me cum which is very unfortunate.

On average though, it's still an extremely pleasant and stimulating experience. You know, ants have mandibles that are riddled with small, sharp, pointy spikes and it's those spikes that are so amazingly good at stimulating the nerves inside the sensitive tissues of human erogenous zones. When they bite, it's like you're getting pinched in a way that's design to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

As for the stinging ants, these that I tried hardly bite at all and it's all about them stings. And let me tell you, they're just as well adapted for bringing humans sexual pleasures as the biting species. I don't consider myself a masochist and I'm very pain averse, but the feeling produced by having my glans stung by a red ant is nothing like pain to me. It's just a pure pleasure spilling all over my organ, activating all the nerves that normally stay dormant. It takes just one sting to give me a ranging erection and cause my penis to drip pre-cum uncontrollably. It also turns up my sensitivity levels all the way up to 100 making everything else feel better too and not just for a moment but for days so even the regular masturbation with my hand becomes a much more intense experience.

Now, you may be wondering can biting or stinging make mu cum on it's own? The answer is a resounding yes, at least when it comes to biting. I already mentioned that one example of being brought to the verge of orgasm by a single ant but who said we have to limit ourselves to just one ant. Unless I'm in a very remote area which I know no people ever visit, in which case I may decide to have some fun out in the open, I usually collect ants from an anthill into a plastic bag and then take them to my place where I usually apply them one at a time making sure they're all biting nice and deep. However, on at least one occasion I decided to stick my penis inside that ant filled bag (filled may be an overstatement, probably less than 20 ants in there) and within less than two minutes, their bites made me cum, completely hands-free (no skin pulling at the base or anything like that) without any prior stimulation. That was sweet. As for the stinging species, I've never came just from the stings but it felt really close at times. But to be honest, I still haven't experimented with all the possible variations just yet, for example there is this one species with which I only ever played outside but perhaps if I brought it home and was more strategical about application the results would be better leading to an orgasm.

As for the safety, I think there is essentially nothing to fear. Ants are pretty clean animals because the safety of their colony depends on there being no fungi or parasites. Also, the species that I use are too small to possibly break the skin.

The biggest risk is probably overdosing that is, using too many ants at the same time which can be rather unpleasant. I did make that mistake with both the biting and stinging ants. In the first case, inspired by one video I've seen posted here on Motherless, I literally put my penis on top of an anthill that was swarming with ants but that quickly proved to be the wrong choice as instead of getting bitten, my dick got mostly sprayed with formic acid and since I've got no kink for that, it wasn't fun. This ended up with some skin peeling off of my penis. Just to be sure though, that was a very superficial damage that didn't really cause any real pain or discomfort, it simply looked a little bit ugly for a couple days.

As for the stinging species, turns out filling up my shorts with angry ants wasn't such a good idea and after a couple of steps my dick and area around it was in a very serious pain.The swelling and itching that followed was also rather unpleasant. Here I should note though, that swelling only occurs when you overdose the stings, you can actually take quite a few without any noticeable swelling, especially to the glans themselves. I also tried getting my nipples stung and there wasn't much swelling to talk about either. Not sure what the effects on the clitoris or labia would be but it can't differ too much.

So yeah, if you let the horniness take over, you may suffer a little bit, but that is probably applicable to all sorts of sex related activities. Of course, there is also an issue of potentially being allergic to certain substances in ant's venom but that goes for everything too. I should also stressed that after all the times I played with ants, there is no visible scaring, loss of sensitivity or any other unwanted side effect.

Ok, so now let's talk about snails, like the one you see in the picture attached to my post. First of all, how did I get started with snails? Here the reason is a little bit different as I was already into formicophilia by the time I learnt about using snails for sexual stimulation and it all started with some random videos I found on the internet. If you type "snail porn" into google and search by pictures, or videos you'll find the links the the same videos that were inspiration for both my kink and eventually led me to post my own content.

My first attempt was with a very tiny garden snail with a shell probably 1.5 cm long. After seeing giant snails used in those videos I mentioned earlier, I had little hope of getting much out of it but boy, was I wrong. Almost immediately after placing the snail at the base of my penis I started feeling something stirring up inside me and the higher the snail climbed alongside my frenulum, the more intense the feeling was. I was basically at the verge of cumming but for reason I don't remember very well now I decided to remove the snail from my skin. Had he crawled over my skin for just 5 or 10 extra seconds, I would have ejaculated for sure, hands free at that.

However, for the reasons I'll discuss later I wasn't feeling comfortable using wild snails found outside plus I really wanted a big snail on my penis which in turn led me into getting myself some pet Giant African Snails which in case you're wondering, are very easy and cheap to maintain although if you're living in the States, they're illegal there since they're considered an invasive species. Fast forward to today and I'm using my pet snails for sexual stimulation regularly.

If I were to describe the feeling I'd use adjectives such as wet, messy, relaxing, subtle and gentle. In a sense giant snails are the opposite of ants because where ants apply a very concentrated pleasure into a very small area in a pretty sudden manner, with snails, it's all much more spread and sublime.

Perhaps the biggest testimony of how nice it is to have their smooth bodies tightly glued to my penis is the fact that they make me cum on a regular basis and all it takes is for my to hold my dick slightly at the base. The lovely part is how gradual the buildup towards orgasm is while using them. When it comes to sex I live by the rule that it's always best to do things as slowly as possible and snails are just perfect in this respect, in fact they may be better than anything else I ever tried.

Now, as far as the safety is concerned, the reason why I opted for pet snails that were born in captivity is because upon doing my research on snails prior to using them I discovered that they can actually carry some parasites. Pretty much all articles I've read indicated that the only mode of transmission worth worrying about was a direct digestion of the snail itself but I still didn't feel comfortable letting the slime of a wild snail drain down my urethra so that's why I chose to keep my own snails instead. This pretty much ensures that they can't come into contact with any nasty parasites, and in case there were any, they'd die, since snails are merely intermediate hosts.

I bet there will be some people claiming that it's still dangerous but for me personally putting a snail on my dick seems much safer and hygienic than eating raw meat, letting a dog lick my face, or engaging in anal sex that can literally result in feces being forced down the urethra.

Now you may thinking that "wait a moment, isn't that some sort of animal abuse?!".

Let's start with ants because in their case the matter is basically settled already. Ants are simple insects and according to science they're unconscious, little, biological robots programmed to survive and reproduce. They do not have sentience. An ant has no conscious desire to live or to avoid pain, it's just acting according to its evolutionary programming. Ants are in this sense no different than grass or viruses or even plastic toys really and the fact ants are alive has no influence here because life is not a magical property by any means. In other words, you could just as well argue that stepping on the grass is also an abuse and thus immoral.

With snails, the matter is almost equally simple because despite being much bigger in size, they don't have brains and they're believed to be unconscious as well. Is there like a 0.0000000000001% chance that maybe my snails do have some sort of primitive consciousness and they don't like when I'm putting them on my dick? There may be. But it would be ridiculous to suggest that I should respect that probability so much so as to stop using them because by that logic, that is, if we agreed that even the tiniest risks (in this case, the infinitesimal chance that my snails are feeling some sort of primitive discomfort) should be considered more important than the benefits (in this case, giving me, a human, a conscious being a great deal of physical pleasure) we'd live in a perpetual state of paralysis unable to make any choices. Furthermore, it's not exactly possible to force snails into doing anything because if they're really unhappy, they can simply hide inside their shells or refuse to stick to a given surface. So it's probably safe to assume being on my penis isn't exactly the end of the world for them.

Lastly, I think any person attacking my fetish on the grounds that it's immoral or unethical should first have a look at the real source of animal abuse which is the meat production. Most people eat waaaaay more eat than they need to survive or to stay healthy even though they have access to and can afford switching to a green diet. They just like the taste of meat or are too lazy to change their habits. What I'm trying to say here is that if you're fine with your friends eating meat even if they don't need to, and you think that's fine, then you have absolutely zero grounds for thinking I'm doing anything wrong.

But it's not that I think I'm doing something that is merely less wrong than the thing someone else is doing even if that other thing is worse by many orders of magnitude (commissioning the killing of a cow with a high capacity for consciousness vs putting a snail, an organism with probably no capacity for consciousness on a penis). I don't think I'm doing anything wrong at all.

This brings us to the last question which I think people may have which is how I feel about my own fetish. Do I feel guilt, shame, would I get rid of it if I could? Or maybe I'm somehow proud of it? The answer is, it's alright. I'm not proud of something I had no real influence over, I didn't choose to enjoy having my dick bitten by ants or covered in slime by snails. And I don't feel shame or guilt. Like I said, I don't think I'm doing anything even remotely wrong on moral terms. I also don't think it's dirty or disgusting, I think anal sex is genuinely much more gross than whatever I can possibly do with ants or snails. And I wouldn't get rid of my kink even if I could. How would that even look like? Suddenly they'd make my penis insensitive to the bites? That sounds more like making me objectively worse off.

It does feel a little bit nice though, knowing that I'm experiencing something that so very few people in the world have the opportunity to experience. The fact it's such a taboo and forbidden fruit arguably makes it even more hotter.

We're nearing the finish line so let me just stress once again that I do not feel attracted in any way to insects or snails. I never look at them in a way that is similar to the way I look at attractive women. Instead I view them more like object or tools, similar to the way I treat sex toys. Yes, they're alive but that really isn't as important as some people think it is. Being alive simply means the machinery is working and can produce new machines. The relevant part is consciousness and capacity for it which both ants and snails lack which means it justifiable to treat them in the same way as inorganic matter. When i discovered that ants and snails can be use to achieve sexual satisfaction it was like when I first used a fleshlight or a vibrator. I didn't fell in love with those toys, it's just that now I'm aware of what they're capable of. I'm saying this not because I think actually finding insects attractive (if there even are such people) is something to be ashamed of but to show, that you can use and enjoy them regardless of that.

Actually, I'd lie if I said I didn't think that people should give formicophilia a try. At the worst you'll get to experience something unique, at best you'll discover a new form of pleasure that will be at your disposal for the rest of your life. I'd especially recommend formicophilia to all BDSM people. If you guys and girls enjoy beating, crushing, strangling, whipping, piercing and all these other things, then I see no reason why you shouldn't enjoy playing with insects, not just ants, but I think ants are the best and perfect for beginners. In general, any self-respecting sadist or dom should consider using ants on their partners.

Lastly, let me also note that overall I'm just a guy, I study, I have a functioning family, friends, as well as many other hobbies and interests. Formicophilia is just a small part of who I am. I mention this because all too often kinky people are viewed with the assumption that their kink is what fundamentally defines them, that it's somehow their essential characteristic and everything else is just build on top of that. But that's just pure nonsense to me. If you meet me in the real world you'd never guess what I'm into unless I just told you. The same applies to all people.

I hope that proved at least somewhat interesting. Feel free to ask me questions regarding anything, especially if you're unconvinced by anything that I wrote. And if you want to see more examples of formicophilia in action, feel free to visit my profile since I'm going to upload my stuff regularly, for the foreseeable future.

I confess I don't even know if I can continue living. I lost the love of my life 2 weeks ago and it's all I think about. I miss her so much. I constantly see her face or hear her saying my name. I go to bed almost every night crying and have panic attacks when I get real worked up. The conversation we had during the break up just keeps playing through my head. I dread tomorrow every day. Too many things remind me of her.

I confess I hate my peaceful upbringing. By that I mean that my parents and all the surrounding people always said, violence was no solution. As a child you dig that. You dig that so strong that you don't increase your strength because you don't need it as violence was no solution. Women don't respect you cause you cannot win through without a basis in strength. I told my parents about being beaten and all they did was say "violence is no solution".

Even now I still have this belief that was proven false a zillion times in my life instilled in myself. I think the reason why my punches are still weak stem from this. And the pieces of shit called my parents still think what they did was right.

And others tune in. No one looks at violence as an opportunity all they do is judge even the slightest amount of violence. All of that while the state uses violence on a daily basis. And when I was attacked, instead of suggesting to learn how to fight - and what is more to support me doing that(there are more than enough reasons to stop martial arts) they said the one attacking was stupid and did something wrong. That's all. He did something wrong. Yeah right. He shagged beautiful women, he accomplished an university degree and he beat me. And all these pieces of shit say is "he did something wrong". As if he cared.

The tip of iceberg: I told my mother I was attacked recently and she said, you are old enough you should be able to defend yourself.

All my life she prepared me for helplessness just to tell me that a man should be able to do X and Y just because he is grown up..

I confess... out of the time that I have been here (which really hasn't been more than about 6 months) there has been one persistent thread topic that I really just don't get... and that is the constant bashing of one member, Alpha Omega

Alpha can be annoying... if you are a troll. He will swoop in to an absurd thread and put in a zinger that seems to cut to the core of what is going on. If you are being a twit, he calls you a twit... he doesn't come right out and say it (most of the time) but uses irony and sarcasm, which may be the issue... some people just don't like having the world KNOW that they are a twit.

most of us, if we do something stupid, go, "yeah, you got me" and we learn and move on... some, it seems, have made a holy crusade to belittle Alpha, which is odd because if most of the people had put as much effort into their post as they do into their relentless attack on Alpha, they wouldn't have gotten zinged in the first place.

Trolls of the universe, be forewarned... Alpha is loved around here, because he is witty and humorous, and mostly because he isn't a total knee-biting jerk, like most of the trolls... those who wish to belittle him, we laugh at you... you aren't going to change our opinion of him, and if anything, you only solidify our support for the Ethical Treatment of Trolls

For my protection and my friend this is a fantasy story. it is up to you to decide if it is true or not. but i am not saying that it is. This did not really happen. But, if it did, I would be confessing something that has haunted me for 2 years. My wife of 10 years died of an aneurism suddenly while she was at work. She was an executive assistant for a large company in San Francisco. We had no children. A friend of hers called me in tears before the police arrived at my place of business, which I will not identify. Oddly, I was composed while being told on the phone, kind of. I kept repeating "what?, what?" as if I didn't understand what she was saying. Her crying and sobbing made it clear this wasn't a bad joke. But, I just kept saying "what?" "what?", getting a bit loud at the end. None of my coworkers noticed my demeanor given the nature of our work. My reaction could have been consistent with a normal business call. I cannot explain. I don't remember hanging up the phone. I was sitting there with my mind spinning. trying to make sense of the phone call. I was in complete denial. After a few minutes, I started playing solitaire on my laptop. crazy, i know. but, i didn't know what to do. somehow, the game actually distracted me and I managed to put the phone call behind me. I was strangely at some kind of weird peace. But then I fainted when I saw 2 uniformed police officers standing at the end of the hallway asking a coworker which one was me. When she pointed at me, I suddenly blacked out from shock. They revived me shortly. I did not injure myself in the fall. The older female officer asked me to confirm my name, and then told me what I already knew. I got sick. I threw up until I was dry heaving. I could not believe it. I became hysterical and had to be escorted out by the officers. I didn't really think about it until we arrived at the hospital that they were taking me to identify her body. I panicked. But, a doctor gave me something, I presume a sedative shot. It calmed me down real quick. When they lifted the covering to show her face, i was calm. probably from the drugs. i said, yes that is my wife. next thing I knew I was home. The county medical examiner conducted a pretty quick autopsy to determine the aneurism. I thought those things took longer than that, but I guess they had a good idea what it was and scanned her brain to confirm it.

Her mom took care of the phone calls and funeral arrangements as I was in complete despair. Something that no one knew is that my wife and I were getting a divorce. We had not seen a lawyer or told anyone, yet. She asked for it. That also devastated me. I am an average looking guy, but she was practically a model. She was a cheerleader in high school and college. she was 5 ft 3 in., 120 lbs. light brown hair with hazel eyes. Now she was dead at the age of 33. We had not had sex in 5 years, despite my best efforts. She eventually told me that she had no interest in sex. I did not suspect she was having an affair. I knew her better than that. She knew it was hurting me, so we went to a few specialists and she was diagnosed with hypoactive sexual desire disorder. I did some research and now believe that it could be related to the aneurism that eventually killed her. She was going to file for divorce so that I could find someone who could fulfill my needs. I did not want it but she was very adamant.

A older man I met at church about 3 or so years before this tragedy, ended up being the guy who would be her embalmer at the funeral home. He came to my home to tell me and ask if I wanted him to get someone else, someone I didn't know, to do this THING to my wife. I told him no. it was his job and I trusted him. He kept offering to ask for another embalmer, but I assured him i was fine with it. He was very kind and gentle. He offered his condolences with a tear or two to match my own as he headed for the door. Before I shut the door, he turns abruptly, as if he had forgot something, and asked me if I wanted to see her that night. The transfer to the funeral home from the hospital had already been made. She was in a refrigerated unit at the funeral home. He was going to start the embalming process in the morning once all the paperwork had been filed. I don't know why exactly, but I said yes. I followed him to the home. it was late, probably 11 pm, maybe later. He told me that he was not supposed to do this, so please not to let anyone know. I assured him I would not.

I was expecting stainless steel drawers with handles, like you see in the movies and tv shows, but it was a decent size room that was refrigerated. inside, were three gurneys with people who had died that day. One was my wife, another was a 70+ year old man who had died of a massive heart attack earlier that day while having lunch with his wife. He was a large man, maybe 6 ft 2, 270 or 290, i don't know maybe 300. big guy. the covered body on the third gurney was shaped very similar to my wife. He told me it was a girl who was a passenger in a car with another girl who crashed while texting and driving. the driver lived. This girl, was not wearing her seatbelt. she was thrown fro the vehicle and broke her neck. died instantly. He couldn't keep talking about it. for some reason, the young girls death chokes him up and effects him more than even my wifes. I assume it was because she was so young. a mere teen. He starts to say something, but stops.

So, he's quite emotional after this day and says I can stay as long as I like, until he comes back to get me or I came looking for him, whichever happened first. He was going into the chapel area to nap on one of the benches.

he left me alone with three dead bodies in a cold room. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I approached my wifes body. I pulled back the covering. There she was, as I had seen her before. I stared at her still made up face from work. They hadn't had a chance to clean her up for embalming yet. She was very white, kinda bluish. But, still just as attractive as the girl I fell in love with in college.

I guess it was an impulse. without even looking around to make sure no one was watching, I pulled the covering down to expose her breasts. I don't know how its supposed to work, post morten, but her nipples, which I hadn't seen in 5 years, were very erect. Her breasts are not very big. She is a small b cup, but still very perky for her age. NOW, I looked around and even went to the chapel to see if my friend was awake. He was snoring loudly.

I suddenly, with a very confusing mix of guilt and excitement, started getting hard. I hurried back to the cold room. I realized I had left the covering half off while I checked on my friend. I didn't bring a jacket, so I was pretty chilly, but my blood starting flowing and suddenly I began to warm up. I pulled my phone from my pocket. i was going to take some nudies of my dead wife. at that point, my cock had taken over and I didn't care how messed up any of this was.

so, with a shudder, I pulled the covering all the way off to the floor. I was in shock. I was expecting a bush, considering she had no interest in sex, but there she was... with the thinnest most perfectly trimmed landing strip I had ever seen on her. I was naturally confused, but didn't waste time wondering "why" she did it, or possibly "for whom" she was doing it. I started snapping photos and got very excited.

that's when things got out of hand. I was so turned on, I wanted to see her pussy. on the table, her cold outer labia was flesh colored and closed. I spread the covering on the ground and picked her up to put her on the floor.

rigor mortis is unsettling to say the least. while her legs and arms did bend down under the weight of gravity, her left leg and left arm seemed to stay more stiff. even her head didn't fall back like I would have expected.

i got her to the floor. and had a difficult time getting her legs to come apart. I finally figured to massage the legs to make them more pliable. eventually, she lay on the cold floor, naked, legs spread showing her perfect and tight pussy. and she was dead.

i didn't stop to think. i kept taking pictures and then realized... i realized the obvious. it was cold, but I got my pants down to my knees and knelt to the floor.

I don't believe in god like most people. i believe in a higher power but don't think he pays any attention to us. i hope I am right. i put my cock against her freezing cold pussy. rigor mortis, no moisture in her pussy, no lubricant. i was screwed.

i had gone this far. i wasn't going to be denied the pussy that was legally mine, at least while she was alive. I started going through drawers. finally, two rooms down the hall, I found some lubricant that I didn't even want to think about why they had it.

Back in the room, I dropped to the floor. I greased up my still throbbing cock. then, gently started applying lube to her pussy. it didn't feel as soft and fleshy as i remembered, but once I got my cock in, I remembered the ecstasy of having sex with my beautiful loving wife.

her eyes were closed, so I wiped my hands and opened them. I was a little surprised when they stayed open. I was fucking my dead wife as she seemed to look at me. I suddenly came harder than i can ever remember. it just kept pumping cum until it started oozing out her vagina.

i fell to the floor next to her. started playing with her erect nipples. and it wasn't more than 2 minutes before my erection returned.

as i lay on the floor, i could see the other two gurneys against the wall, side by side... then I got an evil thought in my head. yes, you know what I did.

I jumped up. penis purple and throbbing out of control. I walked slowly over to the other dead girl. I had no idea what she looked like.

I pulled back the cover and my jaw dropped. she was the most perfect looking blonde I had ever seen. her hair was cut short, up to her neck. And if i had any doubts about if she was a natural blonde before, I just saw the proof. a small patch of silky blonde hair sitting on top of her pussy mound. her tits were also not very big, but thats okay. she had thin, but muscular legs that made them look longer than they were. I noticed a nasty scrape on her left arm and left hip. not too big, and they had been cleaned.

the sheet goes to the floor next to my dead wife. this girl was even lighter than my wife. And somehow she seemed a bit more limber. I don't know why. I repeated the process., massaging her legs until they parted and revealed the smallest set of pussy lips I've ever seen. In a perfect clam shape with still some rosy pinkness left. her lips were also fuller than my wifes. not a lot, but they were cushiony to the touch. I took some books from a nearby shelf to put under their heads so I could see their faces better.

The girls eyes were still closed. When I opened them, they were bright gray, like so many movie stars. except for the scrapes from the accident, her flesh was smoother than my wifes, as a teen girls flesh would be. My wife was stunning. The perfect sex object now displaying her wares. And now this strange girl, legs spread, bright gray eyes appearing to look into mine. neither naked female able to smile, since they were dead. I make sure everything ls lubed appropriately and just before i enter this fresh coed, it occurs to me to check something.

I pulled apart her lips and with some work, and found...a hymen. if there is a god, i'm going to hell anyway. I gently enter her. looking into her eyes, then over at my wife who was now watching me fuck a dead teen girl. when I said her pussy was small and tight, and now a hymen? I wasn't kidding. I have an average size penis, about 5-6 inches. but, the blood had been pumping so long, I has as thick as I was long at this point.

I started to think it was't going to work, then decided I was going to MAKE it happen. the lube was adequate. I pulled back for a forceful thrust and grabbed her shoulders for support as I pushed hard. i felt ripping flesh. i mean lots of ripping flesh. i looked down and saw some blood. just what rubbed off her vagina as I made her a woman. I kept going. my god, it was impossibly tight. within a minute, i had again cum more than i thought i had in me.

i cleaned myself off, thinking it was time to put everyone back in place. but, i saw them again. lying side by side. these two beautiful women, totally naked. and totally mine to do as I wish.

I rolled the both over. they could have been mother and daughter. perfect asses. just absolutely perfect. i lubed up. started pumping my wifes asshole. When she was alive, she said that is something she would NEVER EVER do. out of the question. Yet, there I was. pushing my cock into her asshole. it felt a little, grainy, i guess? but obviously very tight. She was dead. I could go as deep as I wanted. I pushed and pushed, grinding into her cold, but bouncy soft ass cheeks. it felt incredible.

then, the girl. it felt about the same, but her ass was smoother, heaving and swollen, although, quite cold which I had gotten used to. I managed to lift her to her knees, sort of. i grabbed her tits and pulled myself into her as deeply as I possible could. that's when the final and most powerful gushing of cum started. I'm laying on her back kissing her neck as my cock empties into her. at that moment i thought of the girl who was driving. how much more guilty she would feel if she saw her friends hymen and asshole torn to shreds because she couldn't wait to text later.

an hour or so later, I had cleaned everything up. found new coverings. the old ones were quite dirty now. and had both in place and looking pretty much like they did when I arrived.

i put the dirty sheets in my car and trashed them later.

after I was sure i had all in order, i woke my friend, the embalmer. he was embarrassed he has slept so long. I told him it was fine, because I got to say goodbye to my wife.

He tells me he is going to stay and start the embalming since its almost morning, anyway. He walks me to the door. gives me a hug and tells me again how sorry he is. then...what he says next, well, that is why I'm confessing today. I'm an evil person. More than you know. My friend, who was kind enough to bring me to the funeral home to see my wife... he tells me what he was too emotionally choked up to say before his chapel nap.

that poor girl in the room with my wife? that was his granddaughter. She had just graduated high school and was heading to a Purity Pledge meeting before heading to Summer Camp. A Christian group of teens that pledge to maintain their virginity until marriage. He said to me that the only solace he could find in this senseless death, is that she will go to her grave having kept her promise.

Yes. I am going to hell.

If god really loves YOU, he must have a real hard-on for all those people he slammed into a mountain at 600 miles an hour.

Get over yourself, just cos you got lucky and survived the shark attack or whatever don't mean you're special, just means you're so full of shit the shark spit you out.

Got a piece of mail the other day, addressed to the former occupant. so I opened it, o'course, and it was a little tiny pack of mineral oil sent by a church for him to anoint his pointy head with, all for a donation of....... NINETY DOLLARS!!!!! 'Cept it was called a 'love offering' .Stupid fucker, 90 bux a bit much for unscented baby oil.

I used the oil to masturbate to anencephalic child porn, listed here : http://www.motherless.com/V301D7D8 ,

then came in an envelope and sent it back to them. How's THAT for a love offering?

Next Morman or Witness makes me zip up to answer questions about the magic talking invisible superhero who is gonna solve all their problems, I'm taking their lips for a souvenir.

fuckin whackos. Almost as delusioned as us.

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Anthony Cumia

Anthony Cumia, one half of the radio duo Opie & Anthony, was fired on Friday following what many are describing as a shocking racist Twitter rant.

The rant came after Cumia was allegedly attacked by an African-American woman in Times Square.

“SiriusXM has terminated its relationship with Anthony Cumia of the Opie & Anthony channel,” said Patrick Reilly, the Senior Vice p******** of Communications for SiriusXM.”The decision was made, and Cumia informed, late Thursday, July 3 after careful consideration of his racially-charged and hate-filled remarks on social media. Those remarks and postings are abhorrent to SiriusXM, and his behavior is wholly inconsistent with what SiriusXM represents.”

Anthony Cumia confirmed the firing news on his Twitter page Friday morning. And needless to say, the radio jock was not happy about it.

Sirius decided to cave and fire me. Welcome to bizarro world. Fired for shit that wasn’t even on the air & wasn’t illegal. So, who’s next?

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 4, 2014

RT @TedChrist: @AnthonyCumia Not suspended? Fired, so fired? -Fired, fired, so fired.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 4, 2014

The rant that led to Anthony Cumia’s stunning firing took place early Wednesday, hours after the host was allegedly assaulted in Times Square. Cumia then went on a Twitter tirade full of racist and sexist remarks. You can view the (very NSFW) rant below.

So, I’m taking pix in NYC & a black girl who was in frame punched me in the face. I called her a fucking “&$;;-:” cause that’s what she WAS!

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

Then she punched me 5 more times. She’s lucky I was a white legal gun owner or she’d be dead. Then 5 blacks started giving me shit!

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

I told them to back the fuck off, this wasn’t their show. The cunt then punched me again. Seems white boys don’t hit back. Lucky savage.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

Wish a cop was around. Although she said she’d tell them I sexually harassed her. Lying cunt. I hope she gets shot in her ass fuck face. Ugh

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

They aren’t people.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

Im fucking livid. If I was an illegal savage I’d have shot her. The I are violence in her was so predictable. I hope she gets killed.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

It’s a jungle out in our cities after midnight. Violent savages own the streets. They all came 2 defend this pig. I had to yell like at dogs

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

RT @justacword: @AnthonyCumia did you get any photos of her -Yup. Animal pig fuck cunt bitch

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

RT @tikiruss: @AnthonyCumia WTF? For no reason? -Reason!?? I WAS WHITE!!!

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

Savage violent animal fucks prey on white people. Easy targets. This CUNT has no clue how lucky she was. She belted me 10 times. I had a gun

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

RT @RonLR2: @AnthonyCumia So, what started all this? -I was taking pix in Times Square. She was in a pic. Violence was her answer. ANIMAL

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

The cunt animal kept walking into my arm I had up as a block saying “DONT TOUCH ME!” Then would hit me. I hope a home boy beats her to death

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

The automatic jump to violence in that community is astounding. No discussion. It’s start punching at the least little thing. Uncivilized!!

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

RT @HuntsvilleDore:a female beat u? -No,an ANIMAL BITCH used it’s instinctual violence on me. I restrained myself from putting it to sleep

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

RT @KyleScutch: Did u hit her back -I was fooled by my upbringing. “Don’t hit a woman”. But this was an animal. I shoulda smashed it’s face

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

The switch to violence is immediate. No discussion, just violence. When will THAT be addressed? Oh, right, never. Slavery did it? Oh, ok.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

There’s a deep seeded problem with violence in the black community. Try to address it and you’ll be exiled to racistville. But it’s real.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

While it is easy to understand how this racist rant got Anthony Cumia fired, this was not the first time the shock jock has made controversial remarks. In fact, Cumia has made so many racist comments during the “Opie and Anthony” show that we are surprised he wasn’t fired before. Per Jezebel, he once accused the media of “coddling” African-Americans.

“The press will coddle black people,” Anthony Cumia said during once “Opie & Anthony” rant. “It’s unbelievable the extent the press will go to to try not to offend and try this inclusion. The f–ked up thing is people were getting upset that so many black people were being portrayed as criminals on the news. That’s it. And sorry, there’s a large percentage—it’s disproportionate to the population of this country of black people committing crimes.”

And way before Anthony Cumia’s firing, he supposedly yelled at African-American callers who disagreed with his views.

“You’re not gonna get 100% of whitey to kiss your fucking ass with their guilt,” Anthony Cumia supposedly told one caller. “F–k you and f–k your mother! I’m a text book guy. I’ve been a text book guy my whole life. I use facts!”

Listen to another racist rant from Anthony Cumia below.

Still, this history of racism has not stopped some from supporting Anthony Cumia after his firing. Colin Quinn, a frequent guest of “Opie and Anthony,” used a famous quote from Voltaire to defend his friend’s behavior.

I really don't understand Trump supporters. l know Trump has been a successful businessman. Unfortunately you cannot run the country like a business. Unless you want a dictator (Trump).
30 seconds have been added to the doomsday clock based mostly on the actions of this admennstration. I wouldn't call that, "making America great again". ( They made that decision less than 100 days from Trump being in office).
He doesn't believe in climate change. Even though the scientific community accepted as being real, and a immediately threat to the world in which we live.
He still wants to blame the past admennstration for his current problems. Even though he inherited a unemployment rate under 0.05 percent.
Oh, how much vacation time does a 100 days old p******** need? I can remember him complaining about the past admennstration doing the same thing. When all actuality Obama took far less time off in his first 100 dates in office.
He has even called his supporters out by claiming that he cannot do anything wrong in their eyes. I believe that is one of the few things he got right. Which, unfortunately just fuel his narcissistic behavior.
I could go on, on, and on...thanks to this admennstration l have that much time left..

Personally l believe that he got in knowingly, with the help of Puttin. That's the reason he has been handling Puttin with kitty gloves. Flynn was Trump's fallguy. Just like North was Reagan's..
I just hope that entire truth comes out about his ties with Russia. I already know what his supporters will believe, and say, "it's fake news". Hey Trump, heads up, this Russia thing will not go away until you answer all the questions completely..
It's like he got his supporters brainwashed. I guess that's a job of a dictator. When you are not attacking the 4th amendment..

My older sister has always been a bit of an exhibitionist. From the time we were children I remember she always teased everybody with her body and when she was about 13 and as a late bloomer she finally started growing little tits she just got more into it.

I remember one time particularly she was taking a bath when we were the only ones home and I felt the need to use the toilet. We were open enough for me to go in once she closed the shower curtain (A sliding door really) so that's what I did.

I finished in a matter of seconds but the idea of a naked sister on the other side of the frosted glass made me linger a bit and she started teasing me as usual.

This time though she claimed that she had an octopus in the bath with her and that it was going to attack her. A stupid thing really but I played along verbally.

She thrashed a bit in the water and then lay silently.

"I bet you'd move if I opened this." I threatened.

No response.

Feeling driven by my attraction to my own sister finally I slid the door open quickly hoping to catch a glimse of her.

She didn't move. I stood and stared at her fully naked body, half submerged in the water.

"I bet you'd move if I touched you." I threatened.

No response.

I knelt down next to the tub and reached in. My first goal of course was tits. I put my hand on her tiny breast and rubbed the way I had seen in one of my Dad's porno magazines.

She tensed slightly but didn't move as I jerked my hand back. I decided since she obviously wasn't really passed out she must want me to do something so I reached in again and touched her other little tit.

Getting confident now I ran my fingertips down her stomach in what the porno mags had taught me would be a sexy way. Thinking back I probably was clumsy as fuck.

I had my fingers in a small patch of new hair when her eyes snapped open. Without a word she slid the door closed as I jerked back. I tried to gently open the door again but she held it in place so I didn't force it.

I'm only bringing it up now because I just busted a nut thinking about it. We're both in our 30s now but it still turns me on to think of what might have happened if she let me go further.

Sculpting An Ice Queen
Assistant District Attorney Alexandra Cabbot sat at the bar in a sports bar named Brad's with a distinct Bradley Cooper theme. She had read an article about the place and thought it was perfect to hunt for a man. It wasn't one of her local haunts, or a place she frequents with coworkers; rather no one here knew her reputation as the ice queen. In college she was so focused determined to become a lawyer who put the scumbags away, she missed out on all the debauchery common to college students. And work kept her very busy, so busy that she was 34 years old when words like, "When are you going to take time out to build a family?" began to take effect. Sure she dated whenever she could, and was by no means any virgin, but her last relationship last three months and that was back when she was 32.
Now she was one month past 40, sitting in what had become a gay bar since the end of football season, remembering the girl’s night out she had last month with coworkers.
First Det. Amanda Rollins, the newest officer assigned to the special victims unit. She's a natural blonde originally from Georgia with a mouth that shoots just as straight as her gun.
Second was Dr. Melinda Warner,the medical examiner. Warner often works with Manhattan's Special Victims Unit by providing the detectives with forensic evidence to support their cases. She was a doctor in the United States Air Force, and served two tours of duty at Ramstein Air Base during the Gulf War before she began work as a medical examiner in NYC.
Lastly was Det. Olivia Benson, Sergeant of the SVU. Her dark hair and dark eyes match her often dark mood.
Alex was lean and worked very hard to maintain a body that would make swimsuit models green with envy. She also spent hundreds of dollars keeping her hair blonde and straight. She was smart, she could take a good joke, she like sports even, but couldn't land a man. Why? This is what she asked her friends that night.
"I dunno," Rollins murmured looking for support, for a way to sugar coat it, "nine times outta ten, when a man finds out what I do for a livin'," she paused to sip her Miller Genuine Draft beer, "they're either scared out of their minds, or so aroused it sickens me."
Benson weighed in with her normal banalities, that have been told to her so many times over. "There are other fish in the sea, there's someone for everyone, everyone has cold spells…” etc.
But Alex wasn't trying to hear that, not that night. Then Warner said what they'd all been thinking for the last six years.
"Alex, we love you but honey, it's hard to find a man when you don't make the time. There are 168 hours in every given week, now if you work 50, sleep 56, and exercise 7 that only leaves 55." before Alex could continue Warner held up her sex on the beach neat to stop her before continuing
"Minus 7 hours for meals, another seven for shopping, travel, and hair."
Alex had to chime in, "41 hours a week left, plenty of time."
But Warner continued, "Yes, but given the fact you don't date on work nights, 36 of those hours are wiped out. How can you expect to make a relationship work if you can only invest five hours a week to it?"
Those words still haunt Alex, so she decided to, put herself back out there, patronizing a different bar every Saturday night since, with no success.

The next Monday was routine, but Tuesday she had an interview with a member of the Armenian Mob. Goran Jubale was awaiting trial for his hand in a double homicide. He came to SVU attention when the local Armenian Mob was brought down due to increased attention to the human trafficking problem. The head of the Mob, Barka "The Dagger" Karyo was anticipating Goran to fall on his sword for the mob. Cabbot expected that was what this meeting was about.

The first thing Cabbot noticed was his attorney was not present. The second thing she noticed was beneath his rugged good looks, was a handsome young man. She instantly regretted wearing a skirt, and sought to end this as quickly a possible.
"So, Mister Jubale, I take it you're here to confess to all the crimes committed by your boss Barka Karyo?"
"Nope." He replied in clear, but accented English,
"I was arrested first, and it's expected of me to do so, but this I cannot do." Alex straightened her glasses and replied,
"Then why am I here?" to which he smiled, the kind of smile that let's one get away with wrecking your car, and said, "I'm here to offer you a full confession in exchange..."
"In exchange for immunity? leniency? deportation? In case you forgot we've got you for murder." Alex cut him off because she noticed how he leered at her. He was unfazed,
"Nothing so...selfish. When I spoke to the SVU detectives they informed me most of the girls, either taken or brought in are hooked on drugs or raped if not both! This could easily have been my sister, my daughter! No Ms. Cabbot, all I ask for in exchange is that you share the little death with me."

Taken aback, Alex asked him to clarify, despite the fact there was no need. Goran responded as though something was lost in translation, "Share the orgasm with me and you'll get your confession." The ethical and moral obligations race through her mind. It took her 47 seconds to respond with, "You're hardly in any position to negotiate."
But that damn smile again followed by, "True, at some point I'll either be deported or executed. I also know that someone in the mob gave many girls the clap that I do not have. Your ‘em eee’ Warner will confirm this. I also know who in the mob did, for I took him to get it cleared up. I know which hospital he used and which alias he checked in under. You can get this child rapist of the streets. Is what I ask all that unappealing? It's not like I could escape during the act, I'm handcuffed to this chair. There are no eyes or ears in this room, client privilege and all. The only persons who would know is me and you."

Alex looked at the door then back at Goran, and felt her panties moisten at the thought. First she took off her heels and approached him, there was an overt bulge on his inner right thigh. Before she realized it she was running a finger across her lips; and he was smiling that damn smile again. The kind of smile a child gives you when they flushed your passport down the toilet. Before her rational mind could scream at her, she was helping him out of his orange jumpsuit, pulling down his white briefs, to reveal what she wanted. A 22 cm uncircumcised cock with a lion's mane of dark pubic hair, throbbing in the air, a droplet of pre-cum seeping from the tip. First she sheepishly stroked the cock like it was her first time with one, then it was in her mouth. Just the head at first, Alex was intimidated by the thickness of it. It reminded her of a certain cock she encountered in college but that is a tale for another day.

Goran's grunt when her tongue found it's way under his hood gave alex encouragement to increase speed and depth. Soon his grunts and moans were muted by her slurping noises. she felt him tense up as she deep throated him, getting her nose to his wild pubic mound. She held it there for three seconds then slowly took her mouth off of it. Goran's expression and heavy breathing suggested despite his good looks, he hadn't been laid in quite some time. She took his balls into her mouth though they were hairier then she would have normally liked, as she took off her lavender panties and fingered her oozing hair cunt. Goran shifted in his chair as best he could to expose his anus to Alex, into which went her left middle finger as her mouth and right hand attacked the cock again, with noisy rabid strokes, intending to make him cum. But he didn't, not even when she added her ring finger to his ass. Finally she stopped, stood, and hiked her skirt up to her waist revealing the thick black bush that proved Alex dyed her hair on a weekly basis. She hesitated at the sight of the small puddle her pussy left on the concrete floor, then mounted him. She slowly inserted the cock into her snatch and nearly came. Her strokes started slow, giving her pussy time to stretch around the cock, and when she felt comfortable with began to go faster and harder. Like a woman fucking what may be her last dick ever she was grinding on him, trying to fuck every square cm of his prick. Her moans became loud and louder as the sound of their thighs slapping together muted his grunts and non-English words of encouragement. Her daily workouts were finally paying off. Somewhere in a string of broken English Goran informed her he was about to cum. Alex adroitly hopped of the cock and had it back in her mouth, right hand pumping furiously on the veiny shaft. Just as she was thinking, "My pussy tastes good..." he exploded into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but there was just too much of it and it spilled out of her mouth onto his untamed pubic hair. She pushed Goran's chair onto it's back and lowered her cunt onto Goran's mouth. He sucked her clit with a skill and passion that no man or woman had ever used on her before. Her moans were so loud that Alex had to cover her mouth with her hands, which made it difficult to balance. She came so hard there was an audible splash on the floor. Goran began coughing and choking on the amount of pussy juice that rushed into his mouth, but he recovered. It took Alex nine minutes to gather the strength to upright Goran and redress. his face glistening with her love juices, his cock growing hard and erect again. She stroked it with her hands and smiled.
"I may need to take a statement from you once or twice a week." She said.

I confess, I don't get why Abin Sur was flying in a goddamn spaceship when Parallax fucking attacked him.

Like what the fuck, they show right in the movie that the Green Lanterns can travel in a goddamn wormhole thing.

FUCKING SPACESHIP BULLSHIT!

I Confess

Sometimes, when I've cooked too much, I feel the urge to tie a beautiful woman tightly to the bed with her hands so that, lying on her back, her legs come apart by themselves.
To blindfold her mouth and eyes until she is defenseless as the next step awaits. In the kitchen the spaghetti with meat sauce is still warm, I bring a full plate from the kitchen and spread it on her juicy tits so that she looks delicious.
Naked, defenseless and the breasts covered with meat sauce, I leave them on the bed, go to the door and open them for the starved males. While he attacks her tits, I want to watch how her slit opens all alone with lust.

If you've read this far and you like it too,
then write to me, because I like to talk to people.

i confess i lied to you all about being a writer for TWD. but i assure you, I AM a janitor at AMC and i happened to find an editor's script of the season finale. MASSIVE SPOILERS:

Rick's group decides to booby-trap the prison using explosives taken from Morgan then leave. The Governor and his men arrive and furiously attack the prison with heavy weaponry. seeing no one outside the go to the door, Allen opens it triggering an explosion. only a few more troops remain. They, along with The Governor, reach the holding cells inside. The Governor finds a note written by Rick that reads "Welcome to the Tombs". a close up shot of the emotionless face of The Governor, then cut to a shot the prison exploding. the note was a booby trap. Rick's group arrive at Woodbury. dialogue of surviving, how bad The Governor was, a new beginning etc etc. a truck arrives. its a severely burned The Governor. he reveals has Daryl tied up then, in front of everyone, angrily shoots him.

I confess I am a 25 year old girl who wants to be attacked and raped. All in good fun, but I want it to be real and scary...

:)

I confess that I want someone to attack me on the street, throw me into their van and then rape me...I want them to want every inch of my body, and to take it while I scream in pain. I want them to abuse me blindfolded, and then drive away never letting me see their face..

I cant stop fucking girls with bf's. And i absolutley love it Ha-ha!! I admit that i have fucked almost ALL of my close circle of friends gf's. They all sit there pretending to love there bf's soooo much but they end up bent over somewhere in my unit on a saturday night. I love hearing these bitches moan in my ear as i fuckin jam ther tight little boxs deeper n deeperr. I love disrespecting My close friends to the absolute pinacle by secretly humping, fucking and sucking on all of their gf or wifes cunt.
One in paticular is my fav bcoz, she tells me how much of a little bitch her bf (myfriend tommy) is.. Its so hot I love hearing her everyy moann, groann and breathh as i attack her cunt ferociously. Coz they wont do it in real life , and i probably wouldn't either coz they are my friends, but ye as i fuk them i haf 2 imagine these sluts looking straight into their bf's eyes, as i slide deep up in there holes. I imagine myself sitting and she straddles me infront of her bf and kisses me deep., but not like a peck or a pash while fucking... A full blown "im in love kiss" i love the idea of watching my friends hearts breakk as they watch the woman they love.. Love me. Hahaha the absolutely FUCKD thing about everything is all four of the gf's i amm fucking dont know im fucking the other three. So at get togethers functions its so hard juggling all four haha. My friends always give me shit about being single and not bein able to fi d the one im after ,haha IF she exists. But i just sit there with a hard cock and a big smile as i imagine wat his sexy gf looks like wen shes choking on my slugger hahaha

Warning: This post will not help you masturbate. Feel free to ignore. ty

I just had a great time fishing. In a short while i got 3 largemouth bass and three bluegills. And one of the bluegills was fat. I could have taken it home and cooked it.

And i was busy. Lots of hits. I lost a good few. but still lots of fun.

Next time i'll hook the baitfish better so i don't lose as many. [fish attack the head. so....] Will also start catching baitfish in my trap earlier. Store em in my bucket. That'll help me from running out of bait.

I'd never have thought i could catch these fish in November. If you told me bass fishing here was good in november i'd have thought you were on drugs. But i'm happy to be proven wrong. The guys at work told me that it was still plenty good. And they were completely right.

Hope everyone else is also enjoying life.

You gotta love the way the United States government is totally shirking responsibility for the development and growth of ISIS in Syria and Iraq, that whole debacle - especially when destabilizing the governments of both Iraq and Syria, along with the governments of five other Arab nations, was precisely what they wanted to do from the beginning. A former four-star military general, you may know of him as Wesley Clark (he does cameos on MSNBC, CNN, and Fox News from time to time) stood before an audience and disclosed information on a classified U.S. operation to disrupt and destabilize the governments of seven Arab nations - Iraq, Syria, Lebanon, Somalia, Iran, Libya, and Sudan. He actually attested to being in the Pentagon at the time, serving in a four-star general capacity, being briefed on the operation by a Joint Chiefs of Staff officer and actually being presented with a memo about the operation AND THE BEAUTIFUL PART IS VIDEO OF HIM GIVING THE SPEECH IS ON YOUTUBE! The link is below:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY2DKzastu8

You also gotta love the way opposition forces to Assad in Syria staged fake massacres, using props, fake blood, and actors and the news media (mainly CNN and BBC) and U.S. government knowingly colluded with these people and showed the material to American audiences as propaganda against the Syrian government and to give justification for the U.S. government providing material support and funding for so-called "moderate opposition" forces:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjjoZ-Ax850
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zu7uu8kh3zs
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hirj8WvbU18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Fc6vBCjVmA

The Obama Administration itself was even in on the action. John Kerry stood before and audience to speak about supposed chemical attacks in Syria using media depicting rows of dead bodies due to the supposed chemical attacks. It was later proven that the media he used was of an incident unrelated to Syria:

www.infowars.com/bombshell-kerry-caught-using-fake-photos-to-fuel-syrian-wa/

The average American should be totally outraged by this, but they're not. They're too busy with their iphones and ipads, totally acrid, self-centered, and myopic snapping selfies and obsessing over facebook.

Many young people who go to Mexico for spring break are coming back infected with these larvae. I have heard that same larvae will also attack the penis. Can anyone shed more light on this disease?

I'm saw a video and after see this words in the screen

"Next time, don't take the matter of you hating me to my family. Attack me, not them, you incompetent cunt"

Banned for a time, anyone see the same?

More virus attacks today from Motherless. Twice in one week.