Cocaine makes my friend expose sister to me, should i try to fuck her

I am 29 years old. I am attractive and have an active social life. I party and go to school. My biggest confession is that I still eat boogers just like I didi when I was a little kid. I always thought I would grow out of it, but I never did. I really really enjoy the taste and texture of snot/boogers. When I do cocaine, I like to eat the coke boogies left behind. I have never shared this with anyone. I believe that I am alone in this.

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it felt like somthing inbetween cocaine and coffe and it made me angry at 100mg insufflated. at 300 neasus and way to stimulated for 8 hours with a 24 hour down

at 10mg it is nice, it feel like strong coffe without the burden on the stomack

Anyone a fan of biting and nibbling on a puckered meaty starfish? She likes to get cocaine blown in her brown hole for instant anal orgasms    Her lippy asshole feels like a tight warm pussy. Would anyone like to try her out? Honest thoughts please 

My best friend fucking my married sister on Fantasy cocaine look how out of she is such a slut cheating on her husband

after taking cocaine one day i came home high to find my mum drying herself off in the bathroom with the door wide open. my dad was out and she made me notice her by calling me and asking me questions. i was only 17 and id never thought of my mum in a sexual way before. i could see her tits which were only a b cup at best but looked great with nipple on. i could feel myself getting hard so i made my excuses and went to my room were i started to fantise.

I confess, I'm a happily engaged young male it the other day I suckedm y friend off while high on cocaine and I have to admit I loved it especially his cum going down my throat, does this make me bi?

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4 days up on cocaine and I'm still fucking jerking off. My dick is shooting blanks but it still feels great.fuck I think Im going to jerk off secretly in public. And throw my load at someone

scene where brother convices sister to give him a blowjob for cocaine, i think the brother is a nazi sympathizer or something like that. then the mom comes home and the sister runs out.

Piss slut Kerri being used for cocaine!

my pussy's wet and i want a perfect little cokewhore to ride cocks with. i'll blow some fat lines with her then grind my wet pussy and asshole onto her mouth while she takes fat cocks in her tight cunt and asshole.

fucking on cocaine is the best feeling in the world. i don't care what your name is, come lay out a fat line on your hard cock. i'll rail it then get on my knees so you can fuck my coked out, eager fuckslut pussy nice and deep. finger my tight ass then i'll blow more lines while you drill my cokewhore asshole deep and rough.

sprinkle some coke on my clit and she'll rail it then get on her knees so i can get on top of her. i'll grind my slick pussy and clit on her ass while we stack our cunts and assholes for you. you can sink your dick into her ass, over and over again. then, whenever you want, you can pull your hard dick out of her skinny ass and slide it into my round brown oiled up asshole. use my asshole, pull out and fuck her tight pussy, then let me lick my ass and her pussy off your cock before you slam it into her white ass as she blows another line.

if you really want to turn us out, bring some friends so we can get our cokeslut holes filled, hard cocks in asshole, pussy, and mouth at the same time. fuck our holes like we deserve and make us happy little girls into nasty fucksluts for hard cocks.

I confess that I have recently tried cocaine. I don't too much care for it outside of busting a nut on it. However, I have a new fantasy, I want to snort a huge rail off of a huge hard cock, and then deep throat the fuck out of it.

what do poppers do? ive seen some videos and want to order some. i like cocaine, is it anything like that?

I didn't write this, I saw it in Playboy once, enjoy.

There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you,
'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do.

As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high.
But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night,
and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light.

Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back.

He tried PCP, he tried THC, but they never quite did the trick. Poppers nearly blew his heart, mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. Hash was a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong. Quaaludes made him stumble, booze just made him cry, Then he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high.

Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat...lived high up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall. "Well, hell!" says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly,
Till I find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high."

So out and off goes Gimme-Some-Roy, to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he climbed that cliff...back down again he'd slide . . .
He'd sit and cry, then climb some more, pursuing the perfect high.

Grinding his teeth, coughing blood, aching and shaking and weak, Starving and sore, bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat,
As there in repose, and wearing no clothes, sits the god-like Baba Fats.

"What's happenin', Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz . . .
I hear you're hip to the perfect trip... Please tell me what it is. "For you can see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die, So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?"

"Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "Another burned out soul, Who's lookin' for an alchemist to turn his trip to gold. It isn't in a dealer's stash, or on a druggist's shelf... Son, if you would find the perfect high, find it in yourself."

"Why, you jive mother-fucker!" says Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet,
I froze three fingers off my hands, and four toes off my feet! I braved the lair of the polar bear, I've tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself? What kinda shit is this?

My ears, before they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kindsa crap; But I didn't climb for fourteen years to hear your sophomore rap. And I didn't climb up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is, or I'll kill your guru ass!"

"Okay...okay," says Baba Fats, "You're forcin' it outta me... There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. A wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree.

Now, once every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky,
And he who eats of the Tzutzu flower shall know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave...hits like the blazin' sun. And the high? It lasts forever, and the down don't never come.

But, Zabolee Land is ruled by a giant, who stands twelve cubits high, And with eyes of red in his hundred heads, he awaits the passer-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the river of slime, Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you slay the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree."

"Well, to hell with your witches and giants," says Roy, "To hell with the beasts of the sea--
Why, as long as the Tzutzu flower still blooms, hope still blooms for me."

And with tears of joy in his sun-blind eyes, he slips the guru a five, And crawls back down the mountainside, pursuing the perfect high.

"Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God, alone. "Yes, Lord, it's always the same...old men or bright-eyed youth... It's always easier to sell 'em some shit than it is to tell them the truth."

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My my body is so numb from all the cocaine i'v been sniffing :D
feels great! Especially when im Fucking my Girlfriend doggy style going ham lol
rubbing her pussy with cocaine and eating her out choooow! best!

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I confess that I copied this over from motherless.com/V3C84D0A

Elmhust, Queens, New York City

Originally an English and Dutch settlement. The home of Clement Clarke Moore, who wrote "'Twas the Night Before Christmas".

A Dutch Reformed Church at the corner of Broadway and Corona Ave was the headquarters of the British General William Howe during part of the Battle of Long Island.

Fifty years ago, it was a nice neighborhood of Irish, Italian, and Polish Catholics; Jews; and even descendants of the original Dutch and English settlers.

But the Immigration and Nationality Act of 1965 changed all of that.

Hoards of filthy scum from Latin America and the Caribbean were allowed entry to the USA. We're talking tens of millions. Hundreds of thousands came to Elmhurst.

Almost all of the previous inhabitants were ethnically cleansed in a campaign of murder, assault, robbery, rape, and burglary. The authorities at all levels, Federal, State, and City, turned a blind eye to the fate of those White people who didn't have the wherewithal to flee.

Elmhurst became the entrep�t of cocaine and marihuana from Columbia.

Tens of thousands of Hindus, Muslims, and Chinese flooded in, too. Although not as violent, they destroyed many vestiges of White culture with total impunity.

All of these newcomers overwhelmed the education system. The local high school, Newtown High, ran on triple session.

Parks were destroyed, to make way for more immigrants. Not immigrants with any useful skills. Just the trash of the Third World.

Of course, Whites weren't allowed to defend themselves. That would be intolerant.

This will be the fate of the Western World unless White people are allowed to act to defend their culture, and their very lives.

Just getting stuff off my mind, hence the anonymous post

I've managed to stop smoking, which is good. Been off cigs about 2/3 months, apart from a couple I've had here or there, but I reckon I'm pretty done with them now.

However, I've had a week off work this week and I've started to do a bit of cocaine. Not loads, but I know I have an addictive personality, and cocaine is addictive. Much more than I should be just watching YouTube all night. 

I'm not sure if it's because I have a week off so I'm a bit more, or if the lack of happy chemicals from stopping smoking is making me want to replace it with happy chemicals from a different source. I am on antidepressants, which the cocaine doesn't help with much. I'd argue I'm worse the next day because of them.

I'm not really looking for advice, and definitely not looking for a dealer 😂 

I'm 38yo male. I did an undergrad, an msc and a phd. I work as a researcher at a uni, and teach undergrad and msc courses. I heavily fantasize with choosing a shy, Smart, tall, flat chested barely legal student and call her for a meeting to offer her extra crédit if she helps with a research project. And have her do something inappropriate and tell her it's on cam and blackmail her into total submission. Forcé her to do cocaine from My Cook and snort coke from her pussy and flat chest. Have her fist her ass and deepthroat a dildo for My amusement. Have her to verbally degrade herself all the time. Put a remote control vibrator on her pussy and play with her during class. Facefuck her tilo she gags and chokes. Tie her up and put clothespins on her nipples and pussy and spank her pussy, choke her, slap her, spank her, spit on her, totally own her. Have her be addicted to cocaine and cum and to beg for My attention. Full her ass with cum and have her take it out with her fingers and eat it up, gargle and swallow. And the other way round, deepthroat her till throatpie but have her not to swallow but to keep the cum in her mouth, play with it, spit it on her chest, pick it up with her fingers and fist her ass filling it up with cum.
Have her write on her body "property of" My name. Film and photograph everything and tie her up yo a chair and forcé her to watch it again.
In short, i'm a prof that wants to totally derail a young student. So far it's under control.

Every time I take cocaine I watch porn and wank for hours

Bitch Boss Must Pay! (Story)

I wonder if anyone ever hated their boss to the degree that I do whilst having to keep their mouths shut and smile at the same time. I come from a foreign country, working my first job, basically forced by my father to go 'pay my dues' for a few years before returning to the family business eventually. The truth is the family is exceedingly wealthy (albeit most of our wealth comes from illegitimate sources) but I must admit I do respect the intent to go through a 'normal' process with regards to my career.

So I get a job at an international consultancy, start at the bottom and basically accept whatever work brief that lands on my table.
I spend the first year working long hours, running endless research, burning the midnight oil, accepting a very modest income at the same time. Basically I find myself doing all my boss's work AT THE SAME TIME acting as a goddamn gopher for her almost everyday. Collecting her laundry, babysitting her cats, fetching her food/coffee, and writing ALL of her reports while taking all her derogatory comments on the chin. Having done my best to hide my family background, I supposed she just considered me another lowly foreign peasant of a worker to be abused and taken for granted.

Now I admit I am not much to look at, 6 foot tall, slightly overweight, ungainly hair but i do try to scrub up nice and always dress as well as I can. The fact that I do not have a girlfriend or have much of a social life at all, doesn't escape her and her peers who never seem to stop reminding me that I just cannot or will ever get with a girl in this country. For the past year, that seems to be a subject of fun at every team social event but to my credit I smile, go along with it and just get my work done. The most annoying thing about my boss however is despite my hard work and efforts to please her, she did not even see fit to give me a raise or a bonus at the end of the year! My pent up frustrations at this point were just about to boil over.

Her one and only saving grace is that she was hot. Beautiful 5 foot 6 specimen, with gorgeous smooth fair skin, dark raven hair and an ass that looked fucking fantastic in a tight dress suit. Her shapely curvaceous body was well sculpted by hours at the gym and at the yoga studio, basically hours that could be spent at work instead of being the lazy cunt that she was. Just a few years older than myself at 28, she had risen to the position of senior manager on the basis of her winning smile and flirtatious demeanour with the male superiors at the company. Despite my disdain for her work ethics, she was quite mesmerising and easy on the eye. i constantly found myself stuttering in her presence, blinded by her beauty and that awesome perfume she always wore. On my smoke breaks with my male peers, I would have to bite my lip and just listen into their conversations around how each of them would try and be the first in the company to tap that fine ass. Fortunately for them, they did not have the misfortune of being her subordinate I constantly thought.

In my private moments I would imagine all the things I would do to her to put her in her place. Unfortunately being in a foreign country, I did not have the means or the courage to carry out some of the darker thoughts floating around in my mind. However, one fine day as what I would consider fate, our team got the word that they would be travelling to my home country for a week long project at the headquarters. Our team of 5 which consisted of Mel, her assistant;Anne, myself and two other guys would be sent for 2 weeks, one to work on the project and another for some rest and relaxation as part of our annual perks.

Upon hearing the news that we would be travelling to my home country, Mel very 'astutely' stated that I should be the one handling ALL the travel arrangements for the entire team seemingly due to the fact that I would know best where to stay, eat, party etc etc. How convenient. As usual I sucked it up and agreed while formulating a plan in my head to ensure that she in particular would be having a trip she would never forget.

I went about booking the best of everything I could think of for our trip, the best hotel, great restaurants and bars for the first week. Everyday after a hard days work for the first week, I would bring my colleagues to experience nothing but the finest in my city while taking great care not to run into anyone who might know or recognise me in my city. As far as she knew, I would retire for the night and go back to whichever slum I came from, stating that I rather than stay in the hotel would prefer to spend time with my family. In truth, I would be laying out plans for my dear boss come the end of the week.

The final working day would culminate with a big night out for the team. Unbeknownst to them I had reserved the club owned by my cousins and had organised an unforgettable experience for all. Dinner at a 5 star restaurant preceded and arriving at the hotel to pick everyone up was a convoy of luxury vehicles one for each team member with Mel given the Rolls Royce. Again they were all cars owned by my family and each driver our employees. I personally volunteered to drive her and upon being questioned how I had organised all this on our company budget, I simply stated that I had called in favours at the car rental service I had 'used to work for'. I suppose she was so caught up in the experience she did not ask further questions. Now as her personal gopher, I had come to know of her affinity for specific party drugs and she had ordered me to obtain them for her for the purposes of really enjoying the night. As part of my ruse, I at first advised against it stating that this was highly frowned upon in my country. As usual, well she did not listen and insisted upon it anyway.

I marvelled at how gorgeous she was when I picked her up from the hotel. Wearing a figure hugging, above knee length, tube- top lavender dress with matching high heels, she was truly stunning. With her hair done up neatly in a bun to accentuate her delicate neck and shoulders, she could have been mistaken for a professional model. On our way to the club after dinner, she predictably consumed the powder along with champagne I had placed in the car for her. The club itself was truly one of the best in the world and she and the team were afforded VIP treatment, with the best drinks and seats in the house. I entered the club giving knowing glances to the security team, barman and the manager. The powder I had provided her initially gave her a limited boost intended to wear out at a certain point. After 3 hours of drinking and dancing, she turned to me to ask for more. I again attempted to feign reluctance but however she would as usual, get her way. I passed her an amount and asked a waiter to guide her to the VIP bathroom to ensure privacy for her. Mel got up and followed him to a secluded office area and was left alone in it. Unknown to her, being the designated handbag holder, I had placed a few more grams of her favourite vice inside whilst she was off dancing and parading her fine ass on the floor.

Mel used the bathroom before preparing the powder in lines on the counter. As she bent over, the bathroom door flew open with four burly men dressed in police uniforms entering ominously and commanding her to put her hands up. Frozen in shock initially, she tried to blurt out some sort of explanation for what she was doing to no avail. They informed her that she had just committed a grievous crime and someone on the staff had tipped them off. Tears welled in her eyes as she sobbed and tried to explain how she was a foreigner and had no idea that what she was doing was illegal. Shaking their heads, they informed her that she would be taken into custody and her team and company would be informed. She was read her rights as they handcuffed her wrists behind her back and lead her out of the bathroom and towards a private stairwell leading to the rear entrance.

She wept, her makeup streaming down her pretty face as she was ushered out the entrance where a black, tinted SUV awaited. She pleaded again and again to at least let her colleagues know what was happening with those pleas falling on deaf ears. She was placed in the backseat and sandwiched by two of the men, still desperately trying to reason with them. Unfortunately being drunk and a little stoned, she herself was unsure what words she was uttering in the first place. As the SUV sped off to its destination, she somehow gathered her thoughts and attempted once more to get out of her predicament.

“Please guys. I really am just a foreigner and I had no idea I was doing anything seriously wrong. Please find a way to let me go and I will never do this again. I just want to get back home. I cannot have this land on my record. I will be ruined. Please if there is anything I can do to get you to reconsider taking me in, I will do it. Please. I will do anything.” She literally at this point was begging for her life.

The man beside her looked at her inquisitively. “Anything?”

“Anything”. She said through tears and sobs.

The man in the front passenger seat turned around and looked at her. “Nice dress. Take it off”.

“Are..are you serious?” she stammered.

“Take it the fuck off”.

The driver pulled over at the side of the road and turned around to watch the show. Her backseat companions released Mel from her handcuffs allowing her to reluctantly reach back to unzip her dress, holding it up at her chest, hoping for a reprieve that never would come. She allowed the material to fall off her torso, exposing her lace white strapless bra, pulling the dress down her waist, her knees and ankles, leaving her in her bra and matching white lace thong. The beautiful girl handed over her dress to one of the men with the other reaching out expectantly to receive her bra and panties as well. Mel choked back a loud sob as she unclasped her bra, unveiling her pert B Cup breasts before pulling her thong down her legs and submitting them to him. She was now fully naked and humiliated in front of the men. She wrapped her arms around her body and crossed her legs; desperately trying to protect whatever modesty she had left. The handcuffs were reintroduced, her wrists once more locked behind her, allowing her breasts and hard large pink nipples to be on full display.

“Spread your legs”.

Her soft, swollen eyes blinked away tears as she slowly spread her legs to expose her smooth waxed pussy to the men in front. She was aided by the men at the back, who took no issue with having her knees and calves on their laps. They stroke her lovely skin as phone camera flashes went off, capturing the sight of her naked and spread in the car that begun to resume its journey once more.

Meanwhile back at the club, Anne and everyone else were wondering where their manager had disappeared. She had been gone for about 45 minutes with myself feigning ignorance on her whereabouts. Efforts to ask staff if they had seen her were met with shakes off the head. Finally as scheduled, Anne suddenly received a text message from Mel’s phone informing them that she had met a nice young man and had chosen to go off with him. ‘Mel’ also assured the rest that she would catch up with them as soon as she could during the week and not to worry about her. Anne sighed with a smile of relief and simply texted back the words “Enjoy boss. Have fun!”. With that we enjoyed the rest of the night at the club before I left them to head off towards my real fun for the night and the rest of the week.

A luxury car picked me up outside the club and I immediately received a video documenting the recent events surrounding my annoying boss. The four men all of whom were my own cousins filmed her stumbling naked and handcuffed down a flight of stairs to the basement of a house we owned about an hour and a half outside of town. Upon reaching the foot of the stairs, she was met with the sight of a dimly lit room with a large four-poster bed in the background with an attached bathroom at the side. There was no other furniture or fixtures save for a steel chain attached from the ceiling with wrist manacles. Mel gasped when she saw a large dildo, a butt plug, a few mouth gags and some other bondage equipment placed on the bed as well as a riding crop and a whip. I grinned at her expression of fear and panic as she took in her surroundings that also included a tripod and video camera beside the bed.

“What the fuck are you people going to do to me? This is illegal. Are you really policemen?” she screamed.

A loud hard thump was heard as a large hand smacked her across her face causing her to crumple to the floor, stunned by the sudden blow. My cousin knelt down and grabbed her by the hair pulling her up sharply to her knees before berating her.

“What did you say bitch? Do you want to go to jail? Do you want to appear in a court for your drug crimes? Do you want to appear in the news as the stupid foreign cunt that thought she could flaunt our laws? Do you???”

“But you can’t do this! Whatever you are planning to do, please don’t do it!” she cried out through the pain of having her hair roughly pulled.

“We can do whatever we want. This is our country. If we want to send you to the worst women’s prison in the state, we can. If we want to make your pretty ass disappear, we can. If we want to chop you up in little pieces and feed you to the dogs, we can! Now, are you going to cooperate or not? If you do, your friends may be able to see you again and you may be able to return to your own fucked up country! What’s your choice cunt?” he shouted in her ear.

“OWWW…I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Please don’t turn me in!” she screamed.

“Let me remind you why you are here!” he yelled. He opened the bag of remaining powder, stepped away and poured it over the concrete floor.

“Get on all fours and come here! You love to snort don’t you? COME HERE AND SNORT! ALL OF IT! CRAWL BITCH!”

Mel sobbing wildly slowly placed her hands on the floor and began crawling towards the mound of powder. She gazed up pleadingly once more at the men before positioning her face over it. Impatient, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down, rubbing her pretty face all over the white powder. “SNORT!”
She cried as she inhaled, her face, neck, breasts and torso covered in cocaine. Gasping and coughing, she fell to her side as he released her once satisfied that she had consumed as much as possible. As she lay there, they produced another set of cuffs, this time locking her ankles together. I watched as they raised her to her feet, attaching the ceiling manacles to her wrists, suspending her from the ceiling with her feet barely touching the ground.

I was really getting hard at the sight of her completely naked, stretched out with her arms above her head, covered in white powder, gasping away, trying to spit out whatever had entered her mouth and nostrils. She groaned as a ball gag was produced and inserted into her mouth. A towel was produced and she was wiped clean off the remaining powder on her body and face. A leather blindfold was placed around her head as well as a set of noise-cancelling headphones to prevent her from hearing a single sound. Mel was now as she should be to me. Blind, deaf and mute. The men stepped back to take a few more photos of their bound and gagged guest as she hung from the chains, to await my arrival.

I walked down the stairs slowly, in anticipation of what I was about to do to my dear boss. I had deliberately requested for my cousins to leave the room and even before I reached the foot of the stairs, I could hear the sound of her labored breathing and muffled groans through her gag. I drank in the sight of her, beautiful fair skinned beauty hung out before me in nothing but her high heels. As she could neither see or hear, she had no idea I was approaching her slowly, walking around her, admiring her firm, fit and feminine body that was slick and shiny with her own sweat. I had asked for the air conditioning to be turned off to increase her level of discomfort. I circled her slowly, noting how flawless and wonderfully curvaceous she was, with amazing hips, perky ass and breasts that were not large but with tasty, large pink nipples highlighting them. I was really enjoying her muffled moans and groans that were so sexy on my ears, far sexier than the sounds of her ordering me around for the past year or so. Her body jerked around as my hands finally landed on it, running them up and down her waist, stomach and up to her soft, supple breasts, fondling them gently enjoying tweaking and lightly pinching her nipples. She groaned out loud, shaking her head as my lips landed on her neck and shoulders, kissing her lightly, licking her and enjoying how she tasted. I embraced her from behind, burying my face in her hair, kissing her cheeks while squeezing her breasts. She was so helpless before me and I loved every second of it.

“Hello Mel. I know you are going to hate what I am going to do to you but I don’t care. You have enjoyed using me in certain ways, now I am going to enjoy you in many other ways too. Fucking bitch. You have made my life difficult and now you are going to pay for it you stupid lazy whore!” I said out loud, secure in the knowledge that she could not hear a thing with the headphones on.

She struggled in vain as my hands reached down to grab her ass. Those firm, round and sensual cheeks felt so good to me. Her moans intensified as I ran my fingers between the crack of her ass and around the front on her bare waxed pussy. I walked over to the bed, returning with the riding crop in hand. I imagined and recalled all the times she made me be her errand boy, demeaning me and not giving me any recognition at all. With that anger I unleashed my wrath on her fat ass, without any mercy at all. The crop rained down upon both cheeks, causing her to scream madly through her gag. Red welts began to appear on her skin as I wound up and released the crop, spanking her as hard as I could without stopping. She trashed around as far as her restraints would allow her, incoherent cries for mercy filling the room. As I whipped her, I voiced out all my frustrations at her only stopping when her ass began turning black and blue.

I walked around to her front, gripping her face firmly while berating her. Tears streamed down from underneath her blindfold as I slapped her face a few times. Even then I found myself unsatisfied with the revenge I was doling out on her. She screamed in pain once more as heavy nipple clamps were applied, pulling her fat nipples downwards. I stepped back to admire my handiwork, watching her writhe in pain. When I felt the slightest bit of pity for her, I removed the clamps and allowed her to relax. Knowing that I would have her to enjoy for the next few days, I called my cousins back in to unchain her and clean her up for what was to come next.

I want 2 watch moec fuck my sister on cocaine  while i jer off im posessed over her after he gave me a lust line to expose my sister he makes me send him pics of her and wants to posess her for sex he send me this after we cocaine session

Ohio Gurl looking to pay to make fantasies cum true. I am a new innocent white sissy gurl. My mistress has been forcing cocaine into my asshole (Now renamed my pussy) while I watch sissy hypno gangang hooker videos. The last couple of times I think she used way to much coke as My mind broke. Now it is all I want. I am lookiking for a good honest woman or man that is a freak and likes to party. I will get us a couple of motel rooms in the sleazy, hooker ghetto side of town for a couple of nights. I will pay for all our food drink and party. Your job will be to keep filling my pussy with cocaine. Forcing a crack pipe into my mouth non stop. Lining men, women and animals up to use me for the weekend non stop. Driving me to their homes, back alleys, bookstores anywhere they need holes to use. You are to keep me safe, used non stop super high and full and dripping with cum. I am not a prostitute and will be charging no one for my use. If you sell me I want nothing to do with the money but you may keep any money my holes make for you. Once I pass out from exhaustion you may allow a few more men to use me  but that will be the end. I would like to do this one weekend a month. Drop me a line if interested. 

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I want to find a sub girl not because I want to dominate her, but because I want her to trust me enough to give her the perfect drug combination.

I would mix up just a little bit of Viagra, Cialis, dabs, herbal enhancement, vitamins, MDMA, cocaine, and meth. Then I would put it up her butt with a syringe and then insert a butt plug, and watch her turn into a sexual animal as I laid my nuts to her.

Sadly my partner does not do any drugs.

people always ask why i hate NIGGERS so much. i had 12 trucks and 20 tank trailers. and i had 18 employees. i thought i had 2 blacks and just hired a 3rd black man. the rest was white. one worked for me for 4 years perfit person to work with. he had the only pete i had the best truck i had also. one had a old mack but it was a good truck. with no troubles and one jsut got a new freightliner. i tried to give it to frank but he wanted to keep the pete. and the last black guy i hired that had the old mack was like 3rd inline to get a new truck as they came in.
well one day i got a call from the corporate headquarters. everyone me inclueded had to take a drug test. and it was right after easter and every truck i had was in the yard so everyone was in the office or at home. so i made calls to everyone and had them all come in and when everyone was there . everyone had to take the test. hell if i had failed i would have got fired and i own this part of the company. well when the test came back i lost 5 people a week later when the test came back. 2 black men and 1 person in the shop and 2 girls in the office. i had to fire frank and tod. both black. i had no choice. tod was the last black guy that i hired hes only been with me about 7 months they both came back with cocain.
well they proved they was niggers. they played the race card and sued me and got 25k each plus i had to pay a year in unemployment. and about 3 years later i said ok maybe its jsut me and i hired a black guy in the shop. and he had ot go get parts and when he didn't show back up in time i called to see where he was and they said he left 2 hours ago so i took off looking for him and he was at his house drinking a beer in the back yard on my time. i called the shop and when they got there i fired him took my truck and went back to the yard. he sued me for 25k and unemployment he didn't get any cash but i had to pay unemployent to him because the state gave him a lawyer. sence 1994 i have never hired a nigger sence and wont. i still have the one and only black guy working for me that worked for me when all that went down. and he agrees with me 99% of blacks are niggers. and he knows how i feel. he stoped driving for me 3 years ago and owrks in the shop and office now. i hope he stays untill he retires. but there wont ever be anothere nigger working for me.

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I love to show my asshole wide opne and forcing very hard to shit! I did not very much because used too much cocaine but to know that you all are seen me spreadin my hole and showing dick, shitting ass an animal and smearing it in my penis makes me cum without the need of masturbation right now!

I could eat all the poop, piss, vomit, spit, and dirty things that comes out from the body from someone that saw me acting like that fuckn ape!

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I confess I was messing around with this girl who told me she wanted to be blackmailed. She gave me her sister's e-mail address and said some pretty sick shit.
I thought it was all fake but went along with it and then the sister, or someone pretending to be the sis, sent me a dated pic with her name on it.
The sis has also told me that she's into cocaine, something the older one hates the idea of. I've already threatened to get the kid sis hooked.
Anything else I should do?

So my wife’s best friend and her fiancée are swingers. One night while drinking my buddy and I started talking about their lifestyle and how they perceive sex from love and being with their partners. My wife overheard our conversation and wasn’t very impressed. She is not an extremely sexual person and holds a certain reverence for our sex love, I guess that should honestly be the way it is, but I’m human. I have fantasies and desires. She took it as she wasn’t good enough “ I know you want to fuck Morgan, she’s beautiful. I’m just not into that”. A few weeks pass and the thought of me messing around with her best friend and seeing my wife fool around with her man got me hott, hotter than I had been in a while. Imagining having my rock hard cock sucked by her beautiful best friend while I watch her being pleasured by my buddy. The though sent me into a rage of lust. I wanted it to happen, idk how, idk when but i’ve Got to make this a reality. A few weeks went by and we never spoke about that night, or the fight that ensued between us beaus of our leud conversation. I believe the part she heard was” fuck dude, I’d let you do whatever you wanted to my wife if I got to have Morgan.
Her birthday was last weekend and Morgan and her fiancée came over so we could go out to eat and hang out. We enjoyed a nice meal, and headed back to the house. We didn’t have sitters for the smaller kids so I knew that nothing would ever happen that night. Being best friends and close to the same size, the girls were always borrowing clothes from each other. Morgan was uncomfortable in the outfit she chose to wear to dinner that night and decided to change into some comfy yoga pants and one of my girls’ shirts. Morgan has bigger breasts than my girl, and normally that wouldn’t bother me a bit, but these things are massive. Huge beautiful tits and she always has them pushed up with maximum cleavage showing. Most days you can see the top of her bra sticking over her shirt, she does it on purpose I’m sure of it! She came back out to my shop where we were hanging out and smoking, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The yoga pants highlited every curve of her hips and her ass and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties, because with the thin material of the pants I could make out the soft edges of her pissy lips when she turned a certain way in her chair. I couldn’t take it I had to step inside and clear my head or I was going to have a situation to deal with involving a strong erection and a pissed off wife. So I stepped into the house and headed to my bedroom to catch the highlights of the cardinals game I missed that evening. Quickly I noticed a pile of clothes next to my side of the bed, they were Morgan’s. She had stripped down and changed probably admiring herself in the rather large mirror we have on the vanity next to the bed. I picked the pile of clothes up to take them in the laundry room and wash them for her. This was a habit of the girls to change into the others clothes and have them wash them for the next time they were over. First I picked up the silky shirt she had on that night, her erotic smelling perfume lifted off from her shirt and struck my nostrils, my cock went full erect in that moment because I was fantasizing about her. I picked up her jeans and notice she stripped out of her panties with her jeans. This was my shot to get a whiff of how sweet her pussy smelled. Holding her thong to my nose I inhale deeply, waves of excitement and pure lust wash over me. Her sweet cunt juices pressed firmly against my face was the closest I would ever get to her pussy. Unzipping my pants I began stroking my hard cock, it felt like I could cum instantly from the smell of her sweet womanhood. I couldn’t get enough, I was inhaling these panties like they were cocaine and I was Tony Montana, i quickly wrapped her thong around my cock and began stroking it with her lace thong. After a few short strokes I was ready to cum, fuck it they are going to the dirty clothes. I’ll just cum in her panties, the thought of doing it was so hott that I almost don’t get them off of my dick before I started to cum. I filled that thing up with one of the biggest loads I have ever shot, it was incredible, huge orgasm. I quickly balled the thong up and tossed them down inside her jeans and threw them into the dirty clothes and headed back out into the shop. Confused my wife asked me where I had gone and I used the excuse of having to use the restroom. She bought it because well, I’m a man full of fiber and I tend to shit, ALOT. About an hour pass by and they decide it was getting late and they wanted to head home. Not thinking that she would get the clothes till she came back the next visit, I paid it no mind. Until Morgan came out with the wad of her clothes in her arms. I began to slightly panic, omg she is going to find her thong full of my cum, freak out about it and install call my wife and say wtf! She never did, in fact I haven’t heard anything from her about the panties. Part of me hopes she didn’t even look and just threw them
I’m The wash. An even bigger part of me wanted her to find it, I wanted her to know that I find her sexually attractive. Maybe I thought If she knew, because I was unsure if her fiancée told her I was willing to try the lifestyle. I had a pipe dream she would find it get turned on and want to fuck lol. So far nothing of the sort has come about, but I still get to fantasize about her. When we go visit I find myself watching her body imagining what it would be like balls deep in her dumping my seed inside her rich wet pussy. Maybe my wish will
Come true one day, until then I’ll keep imagining!

Hello I'm the OP of 2 threads:
http://motherless.com/V1B79A87 (about my lack of sexual experience)
http://motherless.com/V1F16BF4 (about giving up pedo/loli/trap fetishes)
Here with updates:
I'm now in a relationship with the girl I mention in thread 1, I'm riding a natural high that only cocaine could top. We haven't had an opportunity to do anything because of our schedules (my work/her school), but through talking to her though I've learned a lot about what she likes in bed. She's about 5'4", slightly chubby with C-cups, round ass, cutesy/scene, short brunette hair; I'm looking forward to posting more updates on how things go between us. True to my 2nd thread, I'm hiding all my secret shit for now & if things workout I'll be tossing it in the trash.

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Hey guys! My name is Andrea Barnett. I'm just a nice little Mormon girl with 3 kids by 3 baby daddies and a nasty drug addiction. I'm not aging well and I am in desperate need of a nose job to fix my cocaine nose. What would you do to me and my mom if you found us drunk at a bar and we couldn't pay our bar tab?

I guess this is a confession and a question. My confession is I love and often look forward to using cocaine, and after 1st hit I become a different person. I get this urge to see beautiful transgenders, either on porn sites or street walkers. It baffles me, only when I’m high. 
Has  anyone else ever experienced this?

Lately when I do cocaine I've become a cuckold over my sister

A whore is just A very upfront slut with A cocaine addiction. Please caption this GIF with your own commentary with any perverted comment you may have in mind.😊

I was at the bar yesterday, just got my paycheck and was just chilling alone. I wasn't even paying attention to anyone just minding my own business, thinking about all the bullshit I have to deal with at work. I was out of small bills and pulled out a $100 bill and asked the bartender if she could break it. She did. This woman (pictured - yes that is her) must have saw me break the bill, and she sits down next to me.
"Buy a lady a drink?"
I did. 5 drinks later she's literally all over me.
"Don't go anywhere, I have to go powder my nose," she tells me.
I was a bit tipsy and decided I needed to leave, but waited for her to get back, perhaps to get her number, it's been a while since I've gotten some pussy or been on a date.
She came back, and she wasn't kidding about 'powdering her nose' as I could see a hint of cocaine on her nostril.
"Hey you didn't run off!" she joked, "good, I'm horny as hell."
So I ended up getting us a hotel room, and she wasn't kidding - she was horny. My cock slid into her wet pussy easily. What caught my attention is that when she started taking her clothing off, she had lingerie on - so she planned on finding a dude to fuck.
I was a bit drunk and didn't even wear a condom, nor did I pull out. After I came in her, I jokingly was like "damn, I should take a picture."
"Ok." She said, "you can keep the picture to jerk off to."
I don't think she was happy I emptied myself into her - but it is what it is.
"Oh, so no second date huh?" I said.
"Well, I'm married, so probably not."
We got dressed and left, went our separate ways. First time I've fucked a married lady. I gotta confess: It wasn't bad.

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http://www.alternet.org/drugs/155564/most_americans_want_marijuana_legalized_and_regulated

The latest public opinion poll to ask Americans about legalizing marijuana like alcohol and tobacco shows 56% agree with the idea, according to Rasmussen Reports. The support for marijuana legalization rises if it is to be sold only in pharmacies:

A new Rasmussen Reports national telephone survey finds that 58% of Likely U.S. Voters support legalization if marijuana is regulated and sold only in pharmacies. Thirty-two percent (32%) oppose legalizing marijuana even if its sales are controlled in this way. Ten percent (10%) are undecided.

According to Rasmussen, 62% of voters believe that American consumer demand is "a major factor in the drug violence and gang warfare in Mexico and Central America." In response to the violence, nearly half (47%) of all Americans are open to the idea of legalizing marijuana and cocaine if that would reduce border violence.

I can not believe that this happened I have been feeling really ashamed about it and I hate myself, i have read so many incest posts on here and they always seem to have the time of their life and be extremely happy about it well im sorry but that did work for me i feel like topping myself n im scared that she will feel the same i really dont care what anyone thinks its not like they say in the posts its the worst feeling iv ever had anyway it was my brothers 18th birthday n I went down with my uncle to my mums where my mum my brother and my sister live ( I am a guy by the way) and we went on the Friday and his birthday was on the Saturday. Well my sister is a lesbian but she has been known to have the odd guy here and there and we have always been pretty close but nothing major.

Well we went to our local for his birthday drinks me, my mum, my uncle, my brother, my sister and started drinking and having a laugh then a few friends and family turned up and joined in and it was great he was having a great night getting pissed up and joking playing pool the usual things you do at a pub.

Once it closed up we went home where we had a load of beer and drinks and we carried on drinking and me and my sister started talking about our sexual experiences with girls and how they reacted with us not bragging but I have had no complaints iv got a big cock and I know what I'm doing with it and my sister has a big but firm ass and huge tits and I don't no what possessed me to do this but we were laughing and drunk and I stuck my hand down her top and grabbed her boob and she just laughed and didn't even pull away we! were up in her room at this time and we got up and started to go downstairs and I got the urge to grab her ass and I did as we were walking and again she didn't do anything about it she just grabbed my ass aswell and we laughed stopped and went back to drinking with the family.

As we carried on drinking and getting more and more drunk he touching each other got more and more aswell she kept grabbing my chest I'm not big built but I do go to the gym so I'm not exactly small and as we would walk from room to room we would slide our hands down each others pants n grab eachs others asses and id lso grab her boobs aswell and we would just laugh about it and carry on.

We had drunk far too much and had also been taking cocaine something I am never doing again because that stuff helps the beer push you to bad decisions and my sister had never done it before and I stupidly asked if she would want to try it. Using the frame of mind better she try it at home with us rather than out with other people again stupid reasoning but we had been doing it and eventually most people had left or gone to sleep and it ended up me, my sister and my uncle talking and drinking and I said right its time for bed and my sister agreed and we started going up the stairs and my uncle followed but went to the toilet and as he shut the door me and my sister went into her room and pushed the door so it wasn't closed but wasn't open and he lay down and I sat on the edge and we started talking and laughing and I budged her up and lay down next to her and we started talking about sex again but not what we had done with other people about what we liked with sex. ( I am writing this on my phone and battery is dying I'll finish it later)

lately my niggers seem even lazier than before, they hardly do any work, and they say they need to sniff cocain and rape white wimminz in order to function (i taught a few of them a very crude form of sign language) is there some where i can send them to have them fixed, or do i need to have them put down? p.s. is it true the dead niggers can be recycled into catfish flavored nigger-chow?

Who else likes to see girls do cocaine

I confess,
last night my older sister came back to town for a friend's wedding (I hadn't seen her for about 6 months). I was working all evening, so when i finally got off I decided to go downtown and meet up with her. It was late and by the time I met up with her she was pretty fucked up. She wasn't slurring her words or stumbling around everywhere, but still really drunk. Anyways, after bar hopping and me getting a few drinks in me, we settle on this cool bar with a live DJ and rave lights. The party was bumping. While my girlfriend stepped outside to chat with a friend, my sister told me she had some cocaine. I said 'OK!' Perfect opportunity to sneak off (my GF is anti-cocaine btw). So we got up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I don't know if it was a men's bathroom or a unisex stall, but it was a tiny bathroom with a urinal and a sitting toilet next to it. And the door locked so it was a small personal space. Great for cocaine usage:).
So we get in the bathroom and i lock the door, and my older sister immediately sits on the toilet, pulls down her panties, and starts peeing. That took me back for a second. I said, "SIs, what are you doing?!" We are family and all, but I had never seen my sister pee or even been near a bathroom that she's been in. All she said was 'whatt i have to go pee'. So im standing there next to her while she's peeing. Then I think out loud, "fuck it, I have to go pee too." Then unzipped my pants, stepped up to the urinal next to her, and start pissing. There was a little barrier between the toilet and the urinal, but its not like I was standing super close to the urinal, I was letting it hang out. Ok, so next part, done peeing and my sister stands up and pulls up her underwear. Not only does she pull it up, but she hikes up her dress while she's doing it and turns around to look in the mirror. That's when I notice it. She's wearing a hot pink tiny lace thong. She has her dress pulled up over her hips and she's pulling this TINY lace thong up her butt crack... Without thinking, I say, "DAMN sis!" Her ass it tight and the thong underwear is super fucking sexy.
Now that I'm thinking about it, I don't understand what exactly she was looking at in the mirror. In my opinion, it would make sense if she turned so her ass was facing the mirror so she could peek over her shoulder and see what her butt looked like in the mirror. But no, her face was towards the mirror and I was standing behind her with a fantastic look at her ass. Words cant describe. I wish i had a picture.Is that weird?
So dress comes back down and we do a few key bumps (she actually did the key and held it up for me). I complained my first bump was too small so she licked the tip of her finger and stuck it in the bag so the yayo stuck on the tip of her finger and held it out for me. So of course I lean over and suck her finger for a second and rub my tongue around my gums. Non-sexual, still weird to think about it now though. Lastly, after we put the bag away, she hiked her dress up AGAIN for some reason and checked herself out in the mirror. I love my sis but she can be a little vain sometimes. And again, I had just an incredible view of a tight, round ass. It looked firm and so nice.
My question for you: Is it wrong that thinking about it makes the blood rush to my dick? Is it wrong that in some scenario, I would love to have pulled down that skimpy pink thong and stuck my thick cock inside of her. I would have came fast enough that our trip to the bathroom together wouldnt seem too weird.
Anyways, we step back out into the dark bar with awesome lights and partied for another hour till bar close. That was my night, I had to share. I will suppress all thoughts of wanting to fuck my sister, lol. The end.

I confess. I will never forget Sept 11th 2001 cos my homeboy and I were downtown NY that day totally high on crack cocaine. We sat on the sidewalk watchin dudes jump and go SPLAT!!! on the ground.Each time we saw a jumper we would give each other a high 5 and shout OWNED NIGGER!! It was awesome! BEST DAY EVER!!

I confess that I have been very very bad this year. First I had sex with those two sisters and then I had sex with that girl at that concert (and that was bareback). Then I fucked that black girl in Toronto while her friend watched and fucked her pussy with a dildo.
Then the blowjob from that Asian massage attendant where I came on her face. Then my next door neighboor while her husband was at work. (She is a BBW and the best fuck and suck I have ever had.)
My ex in the back of a cab going to buy some cocaine. My best friend's wife (and I came inside of her cos he wanted to eat my cum out of her.)
...and my wife. I also masturbated so her sister could "catch" me...and came inside of her panties.
there - I think that just about covers it.

What IF 20 Million Illegal Aliens Went Home
By the way, if you or your family members came to America legally, Welcome - - - we're glad you're here and that it was done by the Rule of Law. Thank you for respecting our borders.

What if 20 Million Illegal Aliens Vacated America ? ( note: ILLEGAL - here without papers)
I, Tina Griego, journalist for the Denver Rocky Mountain News wrote a column titled, 'Mexican Visitor's Lament' -- 10/25/07.

I interviewed Mexican journalist Evangelina Hernandez while visiting Denver last week. Hernandez said, 'They (illegal aliens) pay rent, buy groceries, buy clothes...What Happens to your country's economy if 20 million people go away?' Hummm, I thought, what would happen, so I did my due diligence, buried my nose as a reporter into the FACTS I found below.
[Did you notice Evangelina said "your" country?]

It's a good question - it deserves an honest answer. Over 80% of Americans demand secured borders and illegal migration stopped. But what would happen if all 20 million or more vacated America ?

The answers I found may surprise you!

In California, if 3.5 million illegal aliens moved back to Mexico, it would leave an extra $10.2 billion to spend on overloaded school systems, bankrupt hospitals and overrun prisons. It would leave highways cleaner, safer and less congested. Everyone could understand one another as English became the dominant language again.

In Colorado, 500,000 illegal immigrants, plus their 300,000 kids and grand-kids - would move back 'home', mostly to Mexico. That would save Coloradans an estimated $2 billion (other experts say $7 billion) annually in taxes that pay for schooling, medical, social-services and incarceration costs.

It means 12,000 gang members would vanish out of Denver alone.

Colorado would save more than $20 million in prison costs, and the terror that those 7,300 alien criminals set upon local citizens. Denver Officer Don Young and hundreds of Colorado victims would not have suffered death, accidents, rapes and other crimes by illegals.

Denver Public Schools would not suffer a 67 percent drop-out/flunk-out rate because of thousands of illegal alien students speaking 41 different languages. At least 200,000 vehicles would vanish from our gridlocked cities in Colorado. Denver's 9% unemployment rate would vanish as our working poor would gain jobs at a living wage.

In Florida, 1.5 million illegals would return the Sunshine State to America, the rule of law, and English.

In Chicago, Illinois, 2.1 million illegals would free up hospitals, schools, prisons and highways for a safer, cleaner and more crime-free experience.

If 20 million illegal aliens returned 'home' --

If 20 million illegal aliens returned 'home', the U.S. Economy would return to the rule of law. Employers would hire legal American citizens at a living wage. Everyone would pay their fair share of taxes because they wouldn't be working off the books. That would result in an additional $401 Billion in IRS income taxes collected annually, and an equal amount for local, state and city coffers.

No more push '1' for Spanish or '2' for English. No more confusion in American schools that now must contend with over 100 languages that degrade the educational system for American kids. Our over-crowded schools would lose more than two million illegal alien kids at a cost of billions in ESL and free breakfasts and lunches.

We would lose 500,000 illegal criminal alien inmates at a cost of more than $1.6 billion annually. That includes 15,000 MS-13 gang members who distribute $130 billion in drugs annually would vacate our country.

In cities like L.A., 20,000 members of the '18th Street Gang' would vanish from our nation. No more Mexican forgery gangs for ID theft from Americans! No more foreign rapists and child molesters!

Losing more than 20 million people would clear up our crowded highways and gridlock. Cleaner air and less drinking and driving American deaths by illegal aliens!

America's economy is drained. Taxpayers are harmed. Employers get rich. Over $80 billion annually wouldn't return to the aliens' home countries by cash transfers. Illegal migrants earned half that money untaxed, which further drains America's economy - while we currently suffer an $8.7 trillion debt.

At least 400,000 anchor babies would not be born in our country, costing us $109 billion per year per cycle. At least 86 hospitals in California, Georgia, Texas and Florida would still be operating instead of being bankrupt, out of existence, because illegals pay nothing via the EMTOLA Act.

Americans wouldn't suffer thousands of TB and hepatitis cases rampant in our country - brought in by illegals unscreened at our borders.

With 20 million less people it would also put the 'progressives' on the horns of a dilemma; illegal aliens and their families cause 11 percent of our greenhouse gases.

Over one million of Mexico's poorest citizens now live inside and along our border from Brownsville, Texas to San Diego, California in what the New York Times called, 'colonias' or new neighborhoods. Trouble is, those living areas resemble Bombay and Calcutta where there is a grinding poverty, filth, diseases, drugs, crimes, lack of sanitation and worse. They live without sewage, clean water, paved streets, electricity, or any kind of sanitation.

The New York Times reported them to be America's new 'Third World ' inside our own country. Within 20 years, at their current growth rate, they expect 20 million residents of those colonias.

(I've seen them personally in Texas and Arizona; it's sickening beyond anything you can imagine.)

By enforcing our laws, we could repatriate them back to Mexico. We should invite 20 million aliens to go home, fix their own countries and/or make a better life in Mexico. We already invite a million people into our country legally more than all other countries combined annually. We cannot and must not allow anarchy at our borders, more anarchy within our borders and growing lawlessness at every level in our nation. It's time to stand up for our country, our culture, our civilization and our way of life. It is time to vote out the politicians who think otherwise!

Now, here are some interesting Statistics!

Here are 14 reasons illegal aliens should vacate America, and I hope they are forwarded over and over again until they are read so many times that the reader gets sick of reading them:

1) $14 billion to $22 billion dollars are spent each year on welfare to illegal aliens. ( that's Billion with a 'B' )

2) $2.2 billion dollars are spent each year on food assistance programs such as food stamps, WIC, and free school lunches for illegal aliens.

3) $7.5 billion dollars are spent each year on Medicaid for illegal aliens.

4) $12 billion dollars are spent each year on primary and secondary school education for children here illegally and they still cannot speak any English!

5) $27 billion dollars are spent each year for education for the American-born children of illegal aliens, known as anchor babies.

6) $3 Million Dollars 'PER DAY' is spent to incarcerate illegal aliens. That's $1.2 Billion a year.

7) If we go with 20 million illegals compared to there being 300 million Americans, they make up less than 7% of the people within our borders. But, 28% percent of all federal prison inmates are illegal aliens.

8) $190 billion dollars are spent each year on illegal aliens for welfare & social services by the American taxpayers.
9) $200 billion dollars per year in suppressed American wages are caused by the illegal aliens.

10) The illegal aliens in the United States have a crime rate that's two and a half times that of white non-illegal aliens. In particular, their children are going to make a huge additional crime problem in the US.

11) During 2005, there were 8 to 10 MILLION illegal aliens that crossed our southern border with as many as 19,500 illegal aliens from other terrorist countries. Over 10,000 of those were middle-eastern terrorists. Millions of pounds of drugs, cocaine, meth, heroine, crack, Guns, and marijuana crossed into the U.S. from the southern border.

12) The National Policy Institute, estimates that the total cost of mass deportation would be between $206 and $230 billion, or an average cost of between $41 and $46 billion annually over a five year period.

13) In 2006, illegal aliens sent home $65 BILLION in remittances back to their countries of origin, to their families & friends.

14) Another dark side of illegal immigration: Nearly one million sex crimes are committed by illegal immigrants in the United States!

Total cost: A whopping $538.3 BILLION DOLLARS A YEAR!!!

If this doesn't bother you, then just delete the message, don't register and don't vote. Otherwise, forward this to everyone you know!

RIP snooki! :o
cocaine is a harsh death. we will miss you

One day when I was five. Me and my big sister who was eight. had just gotten our costumes. I was superman and she was wonderwoman. My parents went out and my sister eyed me. She said I looked great. She laid on the bed and said come and get me. I was confused but I knew what she ment. I pounced on her. I thrusted in and out of her gently, it was fantastic. The best sex I had ever had. She put my face on her chest and I started licking her flat bony chest. They she grabbed my face and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Her breath was horrible and I threw up in her mouth. She immediately started to convulse and that made me rock hard. I then stole my fathers cocaine he called it magic dust. I gave her some and seizures were immanent so I facialed her and called an ambulance... this is where it gets insane. The ambulance pulls, up. There are two EMT's, Charles and Victor. Charles is a stocky man, around 5'6, 300 pounds, patchy facial hair and a heavy sweat brow. Victor is more of an eclectic man, 6'1, sharp features and a gait that impresses. Charles walks towards me, staggering slightly, twitching out, obviously under the influence of some sort of hallucinogen, whilst Victor's insensitivity and cold callous demeanor is as obvious a nigger at a KKK meeting. As they stumble towards my convulsing sister, I scream out "HELP! HELP HER! MY CUM IS CAUSING HER TRACHEA TO CLOSE". I fall to the ground in front of them, the tears are running down my face. I have never felt so alone, so afraid and so lonely, all these people around me, but still I feel the coldness of my soul creeping into isolated. Charles, in his disturb state, doesn't know exactly how to comprehend the situation, and assumes that I am a dragon from the gates of Gal'eron. "LEST HE BECKONS FORTH THE INFINITE WISDOM OF THE LORD RAP'YO'NIGG' AND HEAL THE SOUL OF THIS DRAGON", he fell to his knees and clutched my hands in his, brushing away the tears, "Dragon, it's okay, I know the cure. I know the rights of spring. I can heal your wounds and take you under my 'wing'. Please Dragon, trust me". Victor stands watching his EMT buddy twitch out and hallucinate, slowly pulling a bent and soggy cigarette to his mouth and light it up. "Charles, you fucking degenerate, snap out of it, this man needs help" He grabbed Charles' shoulder and threw him away from my sister "Mam, you are alegric to the amino acids found in your brothers cum, we need to bring you to the hospital immediately, The whole time i was thinking IM 5

Cheating whore…. Rate out of 10… she loves cocaine and dick and admits she’s addicted to both

-WARN- It's a long one, but it's something I have to tell. There's a TL;DR; -WARN-

Names have been altered for secrecy.

Confession: A Detailed Account of Two Forced Sexual Encounters with my Step Cousin

When my parents were divorced in 1986, my mother began dating and eventually remarried a lawyer. The lawyer had a sister, and that sister had children. One of them was Ashley. Ashley, or just "Ash" as we began call her, is three years my older, but we fit together like two peas in a pod. She liked all the same games as I, and we often agreed on all issues, trivial or otherwise. Ashley and I stopped seeing each other as often when my parents divorced again, and at this point we were in separate schools. I was in sixth grade at the eastern high school, and she was in seventh grade at the western. Because of our school situation, we didn't see each other often, but occasionally the bus routes would intersect and we would meet up. It was on one of those days that I experienced one of the most life changing experiences of my entire existence. I was dropped off at my mother's office which has already closed ( I used to wait here to be picked up ) when I saw Ash walking down the sidewalk. I invited her in, because that's what friends do. She asked me how my day was, how school had been, typical, boring stuff. She had changed. The old, hyper "Ash" that I knew had been replaced with a calm, level-headed (or so I thought), and in my eyes boring "Ashley." But something was different about her. Her demeanor was off-balance. She looked uneasy, almost sick, and nervous. She told me she wasn't feeling well. She asked me to come into the back with her to look for something to do. Once back there, the real fun began. She closed the door behind her, turned out the lights, and took off her shirt. The light from the shaded window was dim. I turned around to tell her to stop joking around, and she practically tackled me to the floor and pressed her 14-year-old chest against me. I tried to resist, but she was an athlete and demonstrated that. She took off her bra and began to rub her medium-sized breasts against my face. She took off all my clothes, wiping each article against the crotch of her pants. She molested me. My friend who I had trusted over many years. She yanked and jerked and licked my 11-year-old penis to no avail. I was not enjoying it. But this was not the worst. She continued to scratch and hold me. She only ceased to remove her pants. Fully naked, she smothered me with her exposed pussy and ground my face until she climaxed. I could barely breathe. I was traumatized. It amazed me that this girl would be capable of such a thing, and while maintaining complete silence. She hit me and the last thing she said was, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� It was inhuman. I never told anyone, and I never saw Ashley again, until four years later at a new years party. I was 16, she was 19 in college. She acted nonchalant. She acted like nothing had happened. I was furious, I wanted to kill her. Because of her, I had taken up a life of drugs and detention in school. I was on regular drug tests, which I routinely failed, but no one cared here. I spent nearly every Friday afternoon in Detention. I hated her, and I wanted revenge. All of the proper adults were as drunk as dogs. Ashley was blazed, and I could feel the ache of my own vices. Ashley got up and went outside for a smoke. I decided that this was my opportune moment. I ran outside and hit her over the head and dragged her into an unoccupied room. I quickly gagged her with a washcloth and duct tape and tied her hands to the legs of a dresser with a couple of pillowcases after removing her shirt. When I heard her start to groan, I got down at the level of her face and smacked her. She came to. I told her everything. I told her how she fucked up my life, about how she ruined me that night at my mom's office. And I told her that now it was her turn. But it was more than her turn. She had that night plus years of hell to pay for. I was going to make this an absolute misery. I pulled out a small bag of cocaine I had. I laid the coke out in the small of her back while I held her still. Then I pulled out my razor-blade and lined it up, cutting her severely in the process. I then proceeded to snort two lines of cocaine off of my step cousin's back. Everyone in the house was either in a deep alcoholic sleep or gone for the night, but I didn't care. Tonight was about revenge. I pulled down her skirt so she was in her lace bra and thong and slapped her bare ass as hard as I could. She tried to scream, but I only laughed. I pulled off my pants and shirt, down to my boxers and leaned in close to her face, contouring her body. I whispered in her ear those words that had haunted my life for four miserable years, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� In one swift motion I oiled my fingers, pulled her thong aside, and rammed two fingers into her asshole. She tried violently to resist. But now, I was much stronger than she. I continued fingering her asshole for about a minute before I pulled her thong completely off along with my boxers. I had a monster-thumper of a boner. I oiled up and thrust it into her pussy in the blink of an eye. I was brutal, I was unforgiving. I had reduced her to tears. Good. That's how I wanted her to feel. I wanted her to feel violated. I wanted her to think, he's raping me and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I pulled out and pumped in and out of her asshole, then I ejaculated inside of her anus. I grabbed my razor-blade and held it to her face, then I removed the duct tape gag and told her to tell me what she thought. After what seemed like hours of exasperated breathing, she said �How could you do that, for what I did to you?� To which I replied �You'll know in four years.� I walked away and drove away from the town, went to another state to stay in a hotel on some cash that I had saved up. When everything quieted down, I called a friend to ask how things were to see if she had told anyone (he didnt' know, but I asked what was up, small talk, etc.). To my surprise, she had blamed the beatings and bruising on her ex boyfriend, who was convicted and arrested of rape. I returned home and was in trouble with the law for running away, but it was a far cry from rape allegations. Sure enough, about six years later I run into Ashley again. She was on hard drugs like cocaine that I had kicked since then. In fact, she was almost exactly like I did five years before. My life, however, was going good. I was in college with a decent job, but she was a wreck. When she saw me, she was shocked, but she didn't respond with anger as I had, but she asked me if she could talk to me alone. I agreed, I didn't feel threatened at all (though I probably should have), and we went to her apartment. She was crying the whole way there. I began to tear up. When we entered her apartment, which was torn to pieces, she began crying uncontrollably, she got on her knees and said she was sorry. She begged for my forgiveness. She told me what I had told her, six years ago, that that night had ruined her life because she had realized the psychological pain that rape can cause. All she wanted was my forgiveness, and she had struck a nerve, because all I had really wanted, was for her to ask for it. I gave her a hug and told her how sorry I was. Truth be told, I hadn't regretted a single minute until that moment, but I then realized the error of what I had done. We cried, we talked, and we forgave each other, but we could never remain close. We went our separate ways. I haven't seen her again so far, but it was nice to finally have some closure to that episode.

TL;DR: My step cousin raped me, and I brutally hate-raped her again four years later.

A Lake County Common Pleas Court jury has found a former Painesville resident guilty of kidnapping and raping a teenage girl.

Migel Gross, 36, was found guilty on charges of rape, kidnapping, gross sexual imposition and unlawful sexual conduct with a minor.

According to the indictment, Gross removed the female victim from a Painesville location in February 2008 and then forced the girl to engage in sexual conduct.

The girl was 14 at the time of the offense and she did not know the defendant.

The trial began Monday.

The the jury returned its verdict about 5 p.m. Wednesday.

Judge Eugene A. Lucci said Gross faces between 10 and 18 years in prison for the offenses.

�It depends on whether the kidnapping charge is seen as a separate act or part and parcel of the rape charge,� Lucci said.

It won�t be Gross� first stint behind bars.

In April 2006, Lucci sentenced Gross to four years in prison for trafficking cocaine and corrupting another with drugs.

Gross was granted judicial release less than nine months later but ended up serving the remainder of the sentence after violating the terms of his probation.

Gross� sentencing is slated for 11:30 a.m. May 12.

The word is that bin laden was high on cocaine when he was captured, tried to use his wife as a shield, cried, and begged for his life. I know some guys on the ship and before they buried him there was a 10 minutes period where I bunch of people spit on him and pissed on him and in his mouth.

Washed out porn stars, any vids? You know, a bit too much or bad plastic surgery doing milf scenes with large cocks and a cocaine habit.

I'm surprised there isn't much about.

With a flash, that's how it happened. One minute, a sober, law abiding citizen of these United States, the next, a nearly artistic expression of the concept of excess. Sitting here watching a girl in an online video sucking off a guy who's so hung it looks like his cock carries the last, best hope of an entire civilization. The Centaurs, perhaps. This gentleman could very well be the last surviving member of some physically superior, but somehow mentally deficient race. Amply endowed for physical procreation, they lost out to the Sapiens Sapiens only because they couldn't keep a coherent thought in their head.

Like me, now. Abused, like this poor girl's vagina. Taken apart and ravaged by a merciless, self-inflicted, night-long procession of weed, cocaine, beer, and some combination of alkyl nitrites. Time has dilated. This young lady on my screen has clearly been getting systematically destroyed by this man's member for at least a fortnight, yet the little time scroll only indicates an elapsed time of 11 minutes and 42 seconds. Hardly enough time for this much damage to have been done. And worse, oh god worse, is the fact that there appear to be 43 minutes and change left of this horror. I can only assume one thing: anal.

Back to the drugs. They were legion and I took them all on. Impossible to win this particular battle, but I felt it might be... informative. And oh, it was. Lessons have been learned. Where to start? At the beginning, then...
Cocaine is a boring drug when you are alone. There are brief moments (anal achieved, by the way) of bio mechanical thrill, but they are fleeting and increasingly difficult to recreate. More time, by far, is spent in often futile masturbation, consumption of free internet porn, internal debate about whether or not further cocaine consumption would help the situation or just send the whole thing right over the edge into sweating, ceiling-staring regret, wishing to blazes that alcohol actually did anything close to "taking the edge off", and constantly checking your texts, your messages, your email, just to see if anyone has reached out to you.

Much better, to be sure, to engage in social activities with like minds whilst enjoying your cocaine. Said cocaine to be doled out in small, reasonable installments. Surely, company would force some sort of order onto your consumption. A better plan was never hatched. But where to find these people? At this hour? With yourself in this condition? Certainly there are bars open at this hour, but frankly you're not certain you could maintain any sort of composure were you to be exposed to more than two human beings in a go.

The Internet! The Internet, of course, can solve this conundrum. All that needs be done is reach out through the wires to others, fresh others, capable of sympathizing. Capable of engaging - in the proper way. Capable of recognizing in you some humanity, and of not seeing the jabbering junkie you imagine yourself to have become. Surely, someone out there can help you. You can connect on some level with another person.

Just an update, they're venturing into toy/cock double penetrations now. And with still just a little less than half an hour left to go in the clip. I can no longer anticipate what their next coital move will be. No matter. I must get on with writing this screed. I will choose to hope for leather. Or perhaps for a cheerleading squad to burst down the door and engage in a Sapphic pillow fight / tickle fest the likes of which might bring mighty Mount Olympus crumbling down.

Right. The drugs. And... the Internet. Ah yes, I recall my drift now. The search for contact. So into the depths of Craigslist I dove. Only thing for it. The Personals. But to whom to reach out? In which section? To Strictly Platonic, perhaps. But surely those people who are only looking for platonic friendship aren't awake at this hour. It would be like shouting into an empty ballroom. Rants & Raves? Go fuck yourself. I've been in there. It's no place for the drug-addled. You could find yourself swimming around in some neo-fascist's self-confirming, but ultimately faulty, whirlpool of logic. No. Better to stay closer to shore. Casual Encounters it must be.

And Casual Encounters it was. Hours of waiting for an interesting post from someone who was reasonably close and who was looking for something I might have to offer. I offered drugs. And music. And a relaxing environment. But mainly the drugs. Surprisingly few nibbles. Perhaps I came on too strong. I don't recall the exact text now, but my own ad must have been something wonderfully subtle like, "Ski for Blow". It seemed better to wait for someone else to post an ad I felt I could respond to.

More waiting. More drugs. More re-reading and refreshing, hoping something had changed, that something new had come up so that you could skim through it and dismiss it for nearly any reason...