I fucked a long-time friend of mine for the first time the other night. She and I have known each other a long time and never even considered hooking up, so it took me by surprise when she asked me out of the blue if I wanted to fuck her. I didn't take her seriously at first, I figured she was just teasing me the way I always teased her about us doing it.. Turns out she was seriously asking me. Considering she has a boyfriend, someone I've also known for years, I should have said no....but I didn't. I said if she was serious then the answer's yes. Turns out that, despite the fact I was complacent in helping her cheat on her boyfriend, I'm glad I said yes. You see she's that most elusive of creatures...the squirter. I've seen girls do it in porn videos but never experienced it for myself until that night. It is so fucking hot to see a girl do that and know you were the one responsible....and I made her do it over, and over, and over again. Actually I lost count of how many times I made her cum. But it was a lot. I can't wait until we do it again. And she did assure me there'd be a next time.

Are there any groups here for pictures of women with no tattoos, or does such a lovely creature even exist any more?

I'm 21, African American, Fat, and in need of someone to break me.

I have this vision...
Like a snake,
I shed my skin
And become who I was meant to be.

And I need your help.
I need you to break me.
Break every part of me that exists now
So there will be room for who I really am.

Teach me a new way.
Make me a new creature.
Bring me to the edge of pain and pleasure,
Take me to the end of my threshold.

Break me so I can arise.

So, if you didn't understand, let me rephrase - I need someone to train me... I want to be thin, bold, and all that I'm meant to be. But at the moment, I'm so insecure and my ego is fragile. But I know... Something deep, dark, and beautiful lays pacing within me. Could you be my cocoon? Could you help me become the woman I'm meant to be? Would you be willing to help me become fit and healthy and embrace my inner freak?

I know this sounds like a lot but consider me your project...

If you're interested, please reply. Only serious inquiries.
I need to be reborn.

I confess that I fantasize about removing my wife's underwear in her sleep and placing some ants in her cunt.

The closest I got was:
One evening we had sex in our living room. she was on all fours, her face planted firmly in the sofa and her ass raised high up in the air, I was "keeping her busy" with my fingers when my eye caught a slow-flying mosquito. without thinking I reached out with my free hand and caught it, being careful not to kill it.

I then placed the stunned-wing-broken insect on her asshole and hoped it would bite. Alas the poor creature was too shocked and just wandered aimlessly, I stretched her cunt lips open and put it directly on her clit thinking maybe the blood-rich area will trigger the biting instinct.... nothing. At this point I saw she was starting to get suspicious so I gave up and just used my finger to rub and crash the poor thing on her clit until she came.

Attached some candid images of her that I took on another occasion.

http://www.imagebam.com/gallery/l10we51nqx1eo5fsff70awjbrvafwnv1/

Hello to all you lovely creatures

I just got back after a hot and sweaty workout at the gym. In quite the mood. I'm laying in bed and stroking my big, eight inch, uncut cock. The thought of getting my cock, balls and ass licked turns me on. I'd love to stuff a tight ass and fill it up full of my hot creamy cum.

Let me know what you think and leave a descriptive response ;)

Was talking to this gorgeous creature on one of the chat sites earlier. Got her to go private with me and send me a bunch of photos. I tried to get her to send me some nudes and he only pic she sent was one extremely blurred full body shot. I could see the basic outline of her but couldn't make out much detail.

How much would you love to use this creature?

When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, Come, I looked, and there before me was a pale horse... Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine, and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.

May this begin the official thread for 2012

I've been ragging the Brits recently about how ugly their women are, hoping that they would inject some new, unseen photos in Motherless to prove me wrong. So far, all they've done is get pissed off and call me naughty names. No Btit has accepted the challenge, reinforcing their sexually repressed stereotype.

So now, I'm issuing a challenge to the Danes, Germans, Italians, and other creatures that lurk here. Got any pics of your women? Are your women better looking than the Brits? (that wouldn't be a high hurdle...) Show us! We're tired of carrying your lazy European asses! Give all of us something new to see!

Fat bitches at the gym piss me off.

I walk by a gym every lunchtime and it truly disturbs me to see all the fat bitches coming and going, wearing skin tight black leggings that show off the shame of their jiggling ass fat, tits and mounds. Occasionally I glimpse their camel toes wearing their too-tight leggings whilst walking the 20 seconds from the gym to their car.

On one hand, I applaud them for actually going to the gym and trying to do something about it. On the other hand, they are so lazy they should never have allowed themselves to get that bad. Furthermore they walk on the treadmills, chatting away, then go get themselves a Lucozade and walk out eating a packet of crisps. Where is the sense? Oh, you certainly earned that fatty snack for walking for 5 minutes on the machine, dear.

The tragic state of girls in the country means that we are having to settle for these fat lazy bitches. And I do mean bitches. The desperation of men put these vile creatures on a pedestal and we have to put up with their disgusting appearances and attitudes. I hear its even worse in America. The great white slob. The pitiful triumph of our great western society.

Can anyone out there either cock tribute or cum tribute these lovely creatures?

43417BA

anonymous 128

"Entombed in the shrine of 0's and 1's, you know
With fatherless features, you MOTHERLESS creatures, you know..."
--St. Vincent, from the song Huey Newton

I honestly believe there's a 50/50 chance she was talking about this site. Thoughts?

I am into incest scenes in movies and in porn films. I just watched a scene from the movie creature and in that scene a guy was jerking off while watching two people have sex. His sister walked up behind him and grab his dick and finished him off. Anyone know of any other movies where there are hot incest scenes?

I decided to try meth and now I'm addicted. I'm a methed up faggot sissy suck fuck slut. I don't really mind though. When I'm spun I enjoy sex so much more even though it renders my penis useless. I feel like a new creature created by the fumes of my newfound muse. It's made my holes capable of satisfaction by being used by aggressive horny men. It's made me crave cum and degradation as if I need it to survive. To be the filthiest extreme porn star ever. I fantasize about moving in with a man and being his slave. Shelter, atiny bit of food, water, and only enough Tina to keep my mind on the proper path. 

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.

Hello there fine gentlemen and gentlewomen, I have been directed to this website in search of explicit content involving both man and creature, but to my dismay it appears that there is no such content here. May I ask any like minded persons to kindly point me in the direction of a website that does have such content? any efforts are very much appreciated.

-Gawdzilleh

"All sane and healthy biological creatures are racist, because they want to make sure their own DNA, or DNA as close as possible to their own survives... Most humans still actively choose a mate of their own race, in spite of the massive race-mixing lie-propaganda they are exposed to."

My Lord and Master the mighty Varg

Anyone know who this beautiful creature is

this always happens when we bake ...

anonymous 839

I'm glad to see there's a creature more awkward than me in the bedroom XD

We believe, �From small beginnings come great things,� so we are looking for real and genuine people to make casual connections that have the very real possibility of turning into naughty, erotic nights.

About Us: We are two professional people exploring our sexual lives as Dominant and Submissive relationship together. She is in an open marriage and is the sweet Mistress of the couple. He is deeply humbled cuckold male longing to see her pleasured by the right men and women. His role is whatever his mistress deems is appropriate.

We are an experienced couple, and each of us have had separate third party or couple experiences, so you�re most certainly in good hands. Intelligent, well-read, quick witted, attractive, non-judgmental adults, we believe in the �Golden Rule� in and out of the bedroom.

Since we are a relatively new couple, we are looking to walk, before running, which means connecting with women and couples for boudoir fun � in both traditional (oral, voyeur, MFF, MMF) as well as light kinky fun (Sub/Dom/Bondage) scenarios. But most importantly, we are looking for drama free personalities, who are stable and comfortable in their own skin and sexuality. Oh, and connecting on a mental level is just as important, if not more,than the physical stuff. Casual, short-term and/or long-term play with a couple or female is in play. Though a single, impromptu night of fun isn�t totally out the question; has to be the right moment in time.

She: Firecracker with dark bedroom eyes, long reddish brown hair and voluptuous curves that you want to hold onto as well as a mouth that can tickle both your brain and, well, you know what else. Though only 5�3�, she�s an alpha female, who�s not afraid to ask for what she wants, but also enjoys aggressive play and submissive antics. Adept with mouth, hands and toys, both men and women enjoy her enthusiastic nature and genuine personality.

He: At 6�1�, he�s tall, and handsome.. An professional who loves seeing his mistress and her playmates pleasure before his own. Never pushy and always submissive, he makes sure everyone is fulfilled. His cuckold nature has him put follow her every word and command.

My Ideal Person: Honest, stable, real people, who are also smart, quick witted, comfortable in their own body and sexuality, and have a positive "we only have 1 life, so what the hell" attitude. We prefer women, men and couples who are bisexual, bi-curious and issue free.

Does not matter if you are single, married or BF/GF outside your marriage, all we ask is you leave your judgment and insecurities at the door and saddle up for some good old-fashioned fun, which means connecting first and seeing where things go from there.

As life-long learners and book sluts, it would be nice to meet individuals who are just intrigued by what�s going on in the real world as they are in the play/online world. For us that mental connection is huge. But we are visual creatures, so physical attraction on all parts (hey, we�re not perfect) is necessary. This means photos are important, for weighing initial attraction as well as for safety concerns.

Could you be are plus 1 or 2 or 3? We hope so.

Absolute no-nos:
Lying
Drugs
Diseases
Hot Heads
Jealousy
Drama Queens
Misogynists
Unsure or indecisive thinkers
Being Flakey

One night my sister (that's her in the picture) came home very drunk. She stumbled to her room & passed out. Through the bathroom window, I'd secretly been watching her undress before she showered for a while. If she was passed out, maybe I could do more with her than just watch! I nervously decided to take the chance.

I crept into her room & slowly worked my hand under her blankets. I gently worked my way up the smooth skin of her thigh until I felt the edge of her panties. With my heart beating in my throat, I gently worked 2 fingers under the elastic & slowly worked my way to the warmth of her pussy. I sat there almost afraid to breath with 2 fingers lightly pressed into her pussy. She didn't stir in her sleep, so I pushed a little harder until I felt the hot moist insides of her pussy.

I spent almost an hour, slowly finger fucking my sister's pussy, using her own juices to lubricate her slit until I could easily run my fingers up her slit, trace a few circles round her clit and then slid them deep into her unresisting pussy!

I traced the hard outline of her cervix & plunged my fingers inside her deeply enough to feel the soft resistance of her pussy wall. She only stirred once, jerking her leg as I began pressing firmly into her g-spot. I explored every little crevise of my sister's pussy, but it wasn't enough. I wanted her to know that she had no control over her cunt, but I didn't want to be caught or found out.

With a flashlight, I searched through our woodpile until I found the dried up husk of a centipede. Then I found a little clump of dry mud, with little bits of twigs & the like stuck in it. It was about the size of a marble.

I snuck back into her bedroom & once again worked my fingers deep into her sleeping pussy. Once she was wet, I gently pushed the dead centipede into her cunt, working it as deep as I could. Then I pushed the mudball just inside her pussy lips. It wouldn't be visible, but she should feel it when she woke up. Then, listening for her morning alarm, I waited to see her reaction.

When I heard her get up, I quickly climbed out my window & took my place outside the bathroom window. She walked in, stripped & sat on the toilet. I could see her face perfectly, & she looked perplexed as she reached down & checked the odd sensation in her pussy. Then, using a piece of toilet paper, she wiped the dirt clot out of her pussy & stared at it for a few minutes.

She put on a terrific show as she got up & began digging her fingers into her pussy! She tried it from the front, then the back, & finally putting 1 foot up on the sink, she spread her lips open with 1 hand & deeply explored her pussy with 2 fingers on the other. I had a perfect view through the window & watched my sister digging in her spread open pussy from barely 3 feet away!

The whole time, she had a very worried expression & when she finally pulled the dead centipede from the depths of her pussy, she froze, one leg on the sink, her pussy still spread wide, & stared in shocked disgust at the vile creature that had apparently crawled deep inside her precious little pussy & died.

Then, she suddenly dove for the toilet & in her disgust, vomited. She called into work, scheduled an emergency visit to her gynocologist & presumably spent a humiliating morning explaining that she had centipedes living in her pussy!

I confess that I am heart broken over losing my babygirl. She was the hottest, sexiest creature I have known and was into all things sexy and kinky.

Maggie's imprisonment Part II

The went down many stairs to an area that was lit by electric lights. Then they went through a doorway and went down another set of stairs to an area that no electric lights at all. The only light came from a torch in the hand of one of the men.     They went down a long flight of stairs and ended up in a long hall way with doors lining both sides. They took her to one of the doors and threw the door open. "Welcome to your cell, Maggie," one of the men said.    Although Maggie's cell was completely devoid of light, she had gotten a very good look at it when she had first been chained up. The room was about 3 meters deep and about 2 meters wide. The ceiling was about 3 meters high. There were no windows at all and the only door to the cell was made of solid iron. The walls were made of large stone blocks, held together with old mortar. There were no modern conveniences in the cell. No electric lights, no running water, no toilet. There were no creature comforts either. No bed, no chair, not even a pile of straw to lay on.
The one thing the cell did possess was shackles. Four heavy and shining shackles to be exact. Two shackles hung from the upper part of the wall opposite the cell door, they were passed through huge metal rings, which were fixed in it. The shackles were separated in this way for app. 60 cm. Two other shackles were attached at the lower part of the wall, their chain passed only through one ring. The shackles were opened, with a joint at the side of the connection to the chain. They positioned Maggie directly beneath the shackles, her back to the wall.    
Then they uncuffed her wrists, they were hurting after being mistreated the whole time. The skin was bruised and swollen. Maggie's right arm was raised to the dangling shackle pulling it down, until the other shackle hit the metal ring with out loud clanking sound. They wrapped the metal shackle around her wrist, and pressed it firmly together. It closed with a clicking sound and fitted tightly around her narrow wrists, pressing firmly in the bruised skin there.     Maggie looked at her slightly upraised arm. She saw the shackle locked around her wrist. As the men walked to her left side, she gently shook her raised arm.     The iron chain rattled gently in response.     Suddenly the movement of her left arm brought her attention to her left. It was raised over her head to the other shackle which was pulled down. The rings were fixed very high und the shackle’s chain was short, show she was lifted up to stand on her forefeet. She watched with sick fascination as the shackle was locked down around the left wrist. It was just as tight as the right shackle was. The sounding of its closing mechanism was clearly audible for everyone.     Maggie was standing on her forefeet like the letter Y with her arms chained in the air. She looked at her upraised arms one last time and she became aware of the captors kneeling in front of her. She heard the shackles at her feet moving and she looked down. They uncuffed her ankles, then took one shackle, wrapped it around her right ankle and locked it the same way like the others. This ankle shackle was even tighter than the wrist shackles, pressing ugly in the damaged skin. It hurt like hell, and she began to tremble. She noted that there was an obvious distance between the last open shackle and her left ankle that still was free. When they pulled this shackle down, the locked shackle started to torture her right ankle severely and she had to lift herself upon her toes. Only now the men were able to lock also the last shackle.
They had finished their work, they lifted up and went back. They seemed to be satisfied with the results. Maggie was moaning intensely, because her body stretched and the tight shackles biting in her wrists and ankles.
One of the men said: “These shackles are really tight, aren’t they? Well, that’s the way all the prisoners here are treated. You will get used of them after a while. The locks are closed permanently, so you won’t never get free again.Maggie understood now what has happened: These strangers have fixed her body at this wall in this nasty cell in a painful way, she never won’t be able to get free by herself and no one will find her here down in this hidden dungeon. This was insane! She started to scream until one of the men hit her in her face. Then she felt in silence. In her head a strange mood emerged, it seemed that she separated her mind from her body.
    Maggie closed her eyes, expecting to feel something. Anything. Maybe he was about to place a blindfold over her eyes. Maybe he was about to inflict some type of painful stimulus. But there was nothing but the sound of the door closing behind her. Maggie opened her eyes to look, but with the torch gone from the room, she truly realized how totally dark the cell was. Undeterred, Maggie tried to look behind her best she could, but with absolutely no light in the room, she saw nothing.     Although she could see nothing, she could still hear. She heard the sound of the iron door closing behind her. She heard the sound of a deadbolt lock being thrown closed. Then she heard the sound of a large sliding lock being engaged. Finally, she heard was could only the sound of a large iron bar being lowered over the door.    Three locks made certain that the door would never open from the inside.    Then there was nothing but silence in the cell.    And that was it. Maggie was chained up. A 21st century woman chained in a 13th century dungeon cell. These huge shackles around Maggie's wrists and ankles held onto Maggie just as tightly today as they had done for years. Times and technology may have changed, but the shackles were just as effective on Maggie as they had been on girls in days gone by. He whole body was stretched by standing on her toes.
    Maggie would experience three phases of captivity during these first twenty hours.  The first phase began only a few seconds after the door was closed. Once Maggie realized she was alone, naked, and chained in a room that there was no way she could leave, pure terror overcame her and she began screaming.     She screamed at the top of her lungs. She screamed for help. She screamed obscenities. She screamed out all manners of words. She screamed out noises. She shook the chains that kept her arms stretched up. She shook the chains that kept her legs shackled to the floor. She shook them with all the strength that she had. She screamed out pleas for help. She screamed out curses and threats. She literally screamed until she totally lost her voice. Every inch of her naked body became covered in sweat as she exerted all of her strength in an attempt to break her bonds. Her mussels began to cramp, especially in the calves.    That was the first hour of her captivity. A panic attack. A mental breakdown.    Absolute. Terror.    Her voice now silenced, the second phase began: crying. Silent tears fell as she first thought about her three children and her husband. She thought of friends and family members and coworkers. She thought of the Disney vacation the family had taken last year and how they had plans to save up enough money to go in another 3 years. She thought of her pet cat. She wondered if her family knew she was missing. She wondered if the police were searching for her. She wondered again where she was.    Tears flowed unobstructed, as her shackled hands made it impossible for her to wipe them away. Mucus began flowing from her nose. Salty tears didn't stop for three hours. That was the second phase.    The third phase was silence. She had no strength to shake her bonds. She had no voice to make noise. She had no more tears to weep. She stood there and thought about her predicament. She had no idea what the future had in store for her, but she figured it was bleak.     After 20 hours standing in chains, Maggie was exhausted, sore, aching. Maggie was defeated.     There was no way she could ever escape the cell, even if she could somehow remove the shackles that secured her hands high over her head and her bare feet to the wall. Her shoulders ached intensely, her hands and feet feel cold and numb now, there must be swollen. Her struggling against the shackles have damaged the skin at her wrists and ankles, because every movement of her hands and feet, including of her fingers and toes, is really painful. How long can she stand this? And what will happen if she remains shackled like this for the rest of her life.
There was absolute silence in the cell as Maggie held her breath and listened. She couldn't hear anything outside of her cell. For all she knew there was no world outside of the dungeon. There was just her, waiting, chained in Maggie's cell.

I confess, niggers are exotic sexual creatures from the wild jungles of Africa who are created to make the white man horny. They look most beautiful when degraded and abused. Love to see them spit on, slapped, punched, choked, cockgagged, forced to puke, made to cry, fucked hard and left in a heap on the floor. Absolutely beautiful!! Any and all vids and pics are welcome!! Love a degraded, defeated nigger!!

I've asked this before, but why do retards use the term "females" when talking about women? It makes you sound like you rape female creatures and different species, and they probably do. 

Alright listen up inferior males, you're about to get a crash course in how the world really works. This post is geared towards Black males. See that gorgeous set of tits up there? Naturally big, perfectly suckable nipples and currently free from bite marks? I own every inch of that sweet little brown bunny and she knows it, she knows her place and is thus rewarded for her submission. Now you may be wondering why such a fine negress specimen kneels before me, happily sucks my cock until my is pouring down her throat, begs for me to fuck her anyway I wish? Simply, for you see only a White Man can provide the proper care, attention, comfort and training to a female of any race but particularly non-White females. I've personally found that the negress makes for the perfect submissive. I've found that negresses aren't as difficult and mouthy as many make them out to be save for ill-educated ghetto garbage. Sure they can be sassy but once you show them that they're dealing with a real man they mellow down, they still have that fire but they know better than to step out of line. However I'd like to talk more about my pet, my little brown bunny. I've had my pet for the past 5-years and have claimed her in every way imaginable. She's smart(I deliberately sought out a negress the pursued a proper education), beautiful, obedient and doesn't need to be told twice when given task. She was a tad chubby when I first met her but not to the degree that was she unattractive, though after losing a total 15.7 pounds she's definitely at her peak. Now face wise she has a pretty face even if she isn't Zoe Saldaña or Gabrielle Union or even Lupita N'yongo, yet she has a good face without being a butterface(poor cursed creatures they are). She was easy to corrupt yet throughly enjoyed the process. A tip I offer to men looking for their own submissive pets; go for the innocent girls who try to act naughty, they're quite open to the idea of being the property of a man. My Bunny was the same, she wanted to be naughty but was so shy that even the idea of me putting a finger inside that tight pussy of hers made her nervous. But I took it slow and steady with her and now my Bunny begs for me to fuck her on all fours and I've bred that tight puckered ass of her more often than not lately. Yet all this is possible because a White man is the only man who can truly tame a woman bit especially a negress. By the end of the year I intend to marry my Bunny as she is the only submissive I've had that was worthy of truly being my property and bearing my mark. So my message to other White Masters is simple; don't feel scared to speak your mind about the natural order of the world and never forget that non-White women make superior submissives and pets. As for the Black men reading this, once again take a look at my Bunny's lucious tits. My cum has covered them, my tongue has traced long wet trails over her skin, my teeth have drawn blood from her tits, her pussy has been bred by me damn near on a daily basis. To put it simply you're looking at a White Man's property and you'd best remember that.

tiny man you talk tough but attack children...how droll, such a brave defective little man...obviously your parents were defective as well...pity they fucked, now look what they produced: an impotent twerp who can't make it with a real woman, an utterly insignificant frightened wannabe man... give me your address or agree to meet me ANYWHERE ANYTIME, you won't because you and those like you are COWARDS, as is proven by your obvious inabilities. The terror you feel when facing an adult, is for you, overwhelming... poor pathetic creature meet me and I'll help you to see just how utterly inadequate you are...how amusing it is to know that every time the door bell rings or any time you see a police car you are terror stricken, as well you should be. You'll be waiting? Never, you are a coward you hide and attack those you perceive as defenseless, I am not...meet me little man and I'll happily prove it. Knowing you as I do, I can say with absolute certainty that you will not meet me, you will continue to cower in your hovel, fantasizing about your brave exploits...you know the ones..attacking defenseless children, such a tough guy. I live in NY and can be anywhere in the world within 30 hours...so tough guy meet me and I will impress upon you the error of your miserable life. Yes you are IMPOTENT, so at least your parents mistake cannot be repeated. LOL

Sexy creature

Life, the Universe & everything.

Quotes from Douglas Adams, one of the funniest guys that ever lived.

RIP 1952 - 2001.
So long, & thanks for all the books.

“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”

"A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools."

"Arthur hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realised there was a contradiction there and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.”

“Bypasses are devices that allow some people to dash from point A to point B very fast while other people dash from point B to point A very fast. People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people from point B are so keen to get there and what's so great about point B that so many people from point A are so keen to get there. They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.”

“For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.”

“God puts an apple tree in the middle of the Garden of Eden and says, do what you like guys, oh, but don't eat the apple. Surprise surprise, they eat it and he leaps out from behind a bush shouting "Gotcha." It wouldn't have made any difference if they hadn't eaten it... because if you're dealing with somebody who has the sort of mentality which likes leaving hats on the pavement with bricks under them you know perfectly well they won't give up. They'll get you in the end.”

“He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each.”

“Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.”

“Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them round to dinner.”

“I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.”

“I'm spending a year dead for tax reasons.”

“If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don't keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working.”

“If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands.”

“If somebody thinks they're a hedgehog, presumably you just give 'em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves.”

"INFINITE: Bigger than the biggest thing ever and then some. Much bigger than that, in fact, really amazingly immense, a totally stunning size, real "wow, that's big" time. Infinity is so big that by comparison, bigness itself looks really titchy. Gigantic multiplied by colossal multiplied by staggeringly huge is the sort of concept we're trying to get across here.”

“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”

“It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes.”

“It is a rare mind indeed that can render the hitherto non-existent blindingly obvious. The cry 'I could have thought of that' is a very popular and misleading one, for the fact is that they didn't, and a very significant and revealing fact it is too.”

“It is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it... anyone who is capable of getting themselves made p******** should on no account be allowed to do the job.”

“It is an important and popular fact that things are not always what they seem. For instance, on the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much - the wheel, New York, wars and so on - whilst all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man - for precisely the same reasons.”

“Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.”

“Life is wasted on the living.”

“Many men of course became extremely rich, but this was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of because no one was really poor, at least no one worth speaking of.”

“Many words and expressions which only a matter of decades ago were considered so distastefully explicit that, were they merely to be breathed in public, the perpetrator would be shunned, barred from polite society, and in extreme cases shot through the lungs, are now thought to be very healthy and proper, and their use in everyday speech and writing is evidence of a well-adjusted, relaxed and totally unfucked-up personality.”

"Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the drug store, but that's just peanuts to space.”

“That young girl is one of the least benightedly unintelligent organic life forms it has been my profound lack of pleasure not to be able to avoid meeting.”

“The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.”

“The Guide is definitive. Reality is frequently inaccurate.”

“The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phase, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question How can we eat? the second by the question Why do we eat? and the third by the question Where shall we have lunch?”

“The impossible often has a kind of integrity which the merely improbable lacks.”

“The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”

“The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at and repair.”

“The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.”

“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.”

“There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.”

“This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.”

“Time is bunk.”

“Time, we know, is relative. You can travel light years through the stars and back, and if you do it at the speed of light then, when you return, you may have aged mere seconds while your twin brother or sister will have aged twenty, thirty, forty or however many years it is, depending on how far you traveled. This will come to you as a profound shock, particularly if you didn't know you had a twin brother or sister.”

“We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!”

“We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem.”

“You live and learn. At any rate, you live.”

“A computer terminal is not some clunky old television with a typewriter in front of it. It is an interface where the mind and body can connect with the universe and move bits of it about.”

“It's no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase "As pretty as an airport" appear.”

“If on the other hand he went to pay his respects to The Door and it wasn't there...what then?

The answer, of course, was very simple. He had a whole board of circuits for dealing with exactly this problem, in fact this was the very heart of his function. He would continue to believe in it whatever the facts turned out to be, what else was the meaning of belief? The Door would still be there, even if the Door was not.”

"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."

“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea ...”

“Men were real men, women were real women, and small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri. Spirits were brave, men boldly split infinitives that no man had split before. Thus was the Empire forged.”

“You know, it's at times like this when I'm trapped in a Vogon

airlock with a man from Betelgeuse and about to die of asphyxiation in

deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me

when I was young!

Why, what did she tell you?

I don't know, I didn't listen!”

“...was there a reason behind it? There would be no point in asking... he never appeared to have a reason for anything he did at all: he had turned unfathomably into an art form. He attacked everything in life with a mixture of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence and it was often difficult to tell which was which.”

“Anything that happens, happens.

Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen.

Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again.

It doesn’t necessarily do it in chronological order, though.”

“Ford, you're turning into a penguin. Stop it.”

“Who is this God person anyway?”

“On the way back, they sang a number of tuneful and reflective songs on the subjects of peace, justice, morality, culture, sport, family life, and the obliteration of all other life forms.”

“Well I think we've sorted all that out now. If you'd like to know, I can tell you that in your Universe you move freely in three dimensions that you call space. You move in a straight line in a fourth, which you call time, and stay rooted to one place in a fifth, which is the first fundamental of probability. After that it gets a bit complicated, and there's all sorts of stuff going on in dimensions 13 to 22 that you really wouldn't want to know about. All you really need to know for the moment is that the Universe is a lot more complicated then you might think.”

"`...You hadn't exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them had you? I mean like actually telling anyone or anything.'

`But the plans were on display...'

`On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.'

`That's the display department.'

`With a torch.'

`Ah, well the lights had probably gone.'

`So had the stairs.'

`But look you found the notice didn't you?'

`Yes,' said Arthur, `yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware of The Leopard".'"

"`Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.'

`Very deep,' said Arthur, `you should send that in to the "Reader's Digest". They've got a page for people like you.'"

"`This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer, `I never could get the hang of Thursdays.'"

"Pages one and two [of Zaphod's p********ial speech] had been salvaged by a Damogran Frond Crested Eagle and had already become incorporated into an extraordinary new form of nest which the eagle had invented. It was constructed largely of papier mache and it was virtually impossible for a newly hatched baby eagle to break out of it. The Damogran Frond Crested Eagle had heard of the notion of survival of the species but wanted no truck with it."

“this is obviously some strange usage of the word "safe" that I wasn't previously aware of.”

"`You'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's unpleasently like being drunk.'

`What's so unpleasent about being drunk?'

`You ask a glass of water.'"

"If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.'"

"There are of course many problems connected with life, of which some of the most popular are `Why are people born?' `Why do they die?' `Why do they spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?'"

"The fronting for the eighty-yard long marble-topped bar had been made by stitching together nearly twenty thousand Antarean Mosaic Lizard skins, despite the fact that the twenty thousand lizards concerned had needed them to keep their insides in."

"`We've got to find out what people want from fire, how they relate to it, what sort of image it has for them.'

The crowd were tense. They were expecting something wonderful from Ford.

`Stick it up your nose,' he said.

`Which is precisely the sort of thing we need to know,' insisted the girl, `Do people want fire that can be fitted nasally?'"

“What to do if you find yourself stuck in a crack in the ground underneath a giant boulder you can't move, with no hope of rescue. Consider how lucky you are that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your current circumstances seems more likely, consider how lucky you are that it won't be troubling you much longer.”

"Ford grabbed him by the lapels of his dressing gown and spoke to him as slowly and distinctly and patiently as if he were somebody from a telephone company accounts department."

“Arthur's consciousness approached his body as from a great distance, and reluctantly. It had had some bad times in there. Slowly, nervously, it entered and settled down into its accustomed position.”

"His eyes seemed to be popping out of his head. He wasn't certain if this was because they were trying to see more clearly, or if they simply wanted to leave at this point."

"There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind."

"`You know they've reintroduced the death penalty for insurance company directors?'

`Really?' said Arthur. `No I didn't. For what offence?'

Trillian frowned. `What do you mean, offence?'

`I see.'"

"`She hit me on the head with the rock again.'

`I think I can confirm that that was my daughter.'

`Sweet kid.'

`You have to get to know her,' said Arthur.

`She eases up does she?'

`No,' said Arthur, `but you get a better sense of when to duck.'"

"The beak was a major piece of armoury. It was a beak that would frighten any animal on earth, even one that was already dead and in a tin."

"`Could we perhaps take a snake bite detector with us to Komodo?'

`Course you can, course you can. Take as many as you like. Won't do you a blind bit of good because they're only for Australian snakes.'

`So what do we do if we get bitten by something deadly, then?'

He blinked at me as if I was stupid.

`Well what do you think you do?' he said. `You die of course. That's what deadly means.'"

"Mark turned and asked a passenger behind us if these planes ever crashed. Oh yes, he was told, but not to worry - there hadn't been a serious crash now in months."

"Virtually everything we were told in Indonesia turned out not to be true, sometimes almost immediately. The only exception to this was when we were told that something would happen immediately, in which case it turned out not to be true over an extended period of time."

"Komodo dragons sleep headfirst in large burrows. It is a very, very, very bad idea to even think of pulling its tail."

“Plenty of people did not care for him much, but then there is a huge difference between disliking somebody -- maybe even disliking them a lot -- and actually shooting them, strangling them, dragging them through the fields and setting their house on fire. It was a difference which kept the vast majority of the population alive from day to day.”

“Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which follows its own laws.”

“The idea that Bill Gates has appeared like a knight in shining armour to lead all customers out of a mire of technological chaos neatly ignores the fact that it was he who, by peddling second-rate technology, led them into it in the first place.”

“The big corporations are suddenly taking notice of the web, and their reactions have been slow. Even the computer industry failed to see the importance of the Internet, but that's not saying much. Let's face it, the computer industry failed to see that the century would end.”

“One of the problems of taking things apart and seeing how they work - supposing you're trying to find out how a cat works--you take that cat apart to see how it works, what you've got in your hands is a non-working cat. The cat wasn't a sort of clunky mechanism that was susceptible to our available tools of analysis.”

“For thousands more years the mighty ships tore across the empty wastes of space and finally dived screaming on to the first planet they came across - which happened to be the Earth - where due to a terrible miscalculation of scale the entire battle fleet was accidentally swallowed by a small dog.”

“The technology involved in making anything invisible is so infinitely complex that nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand million, nine hundred and ninety- nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety- nine times out of a billion it is much simpler and more effective just to take the thing away and do without it.”

“Since this Galaxy began, vast civilisations have risen and fallen, risen and fallen, risen and fallen so often that it's quite tempting to think that life in the Galaxy must be (a) something akin to seasick - space-sick, time sick, history sick or some such thing, and (b) stupid.”

“It wasn't his job to worry about that, though. It was his job to do his job, which was to do his job. If that led to a certain narrowness of vision and circularity of thought then it wasn't his job to worry about such things.”

“All you really need to know for the moment is that the universe is a lot more complicated than you might think, even if you start from a position of thinking it's pretty damn complicated in the first place.”

“Computer, if you don't open that exit hatch this moment I shall zap straight off to your major data banks and reprogram you with a very large axe.”

“I think all cats are wild cats. They just act tame if they think they'll get a saucer of milk out of it.”

“Look, would it save a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?”

“Now, either you all give yourselves up now and let us beat you up a bit, though not very much of course because we are firmly opposed to needless violence, or we blow up this entire planet and possibly one or two we noticed on our way out here!”

“Rome wasn't burned in a day.”

“The great thing about being the only species that makes a distinction between right and wrong is that we can make up the rules for ourselves as we go along.”

“The most misleading assumptions are the ones you don't even know you're making.”

“There is probably buried in the Western psyche a deep taboo about eating anything you've been introduced to socially.”

“Totally mad. Utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense.”

“We are not an endangered species ourselves yet, but this is not for lack of trying.”

“Don't you understand that we need to be childish in order to understand? Only a child sees things with perfect clarity, because it hasn't developed all those filters, which prevent us from seeing things that we don't expect to see.”

“If you really want to understand something, the best way is to try and explain it to someone else. That forces you to sort it out in your own mind. And the more slow and dim-witted your pupil, the more you have to break things down into more and more simple ideas. And that's really the essence of programming. By the time you've sorted out a complicated idea into little steps that even a stupid machine can deal with, you've certainly learned something about it yourself. The teacher usually learns more than the pupil does.”

"Time is the worst place, so to speak, to get lost in..."

"...he was at least twice as unbalanced now, and quite liable to fall off whatever it is that well-balanced people are supposed to be balancing on."

"In his dreams he was walking late at night along the East Side, beside the river which had become so extravagantly polluted that new life forms were now emerging from it spontaneously, demanding welfare and voting rights"

"Busy executives often didn’t have time for a full-time wife and family and would just rent them for weekends."

"It was impossible for Arthur to know this, but he just went ahead and knew it anyway."

"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer."

*I wish I knew the original author*

 IGNORANCE SCREAMS, intelligence moves on.The donkey told the tiger, "The grass is blue."
The tiger replied, "No, the grass is green​."
The discussion became heated, and the two decided to submit the issue to arbitration, so they approached the lion.
As they approached the lion on his throne, the donkey started screaming: ′′Your Highness, isn't it true that the grass is blue?"​
The lion replied: "If you believe it is true, the grass is blue."​
The donkey rushed forward and continued: ′′The tiger disagrees with me, contradicts me and annoys me. Please punish him."
The king then declared: ′′The tiger will be punished with 3 days of silence."​
The donkey jumped with joy and went on his way, content and repeating ′′The grass is blue, the grass is blue..."​
The tiger asked the lion, "Your Majesty, why have you punished me, after all, the grass is green?"​
The lion replied, ′′You've known and seen the grass is green."
The tiger asked, ′′So why do you punish me?"​
The lion replied, "That has nothing to do with the question of whether the grass is blue or green. The punishment is because it is degrading for a brave, intelligent creature like you to waste time arguing with an ass, and on top of that, you came and bothered me with that question just to validate something you already knew was true!"
The biggest waste of time is arguing with the fool and fanatic who doesn't care about truth or reality, but only the victory of his beliefs and illusions. Never waste time on discussions that make no sense. There are people who, for all the evidence presented to them, do not have the ability to understand. Others who are blinded by ego, hatred and resentment, and the only thing that they want is to be right even if they aren’t.
When IGNORANCE SCREAMS, intelligence moves on.

Fillipino's go home!

I'm tired of dealing with you gross smelly creatures. They are rude! Can't speak english, gossips in your gross language, fat fucking ugly faces, can't even get fast food right. Go home you dirty turds, you don't deserve to live in canada.

Confession time! I shoot animals for fun. Got myself a nice air rifle. Everytime a cat, a bird or whatever enters my garden, I shoot those creatures. The projectiles from the air rifle are small, but effective enough to cause severe injuries. Some of those animals die sometimes, other are more lucky and get away with a flesh wound.

Here is the second chapter of my story - 'How do good girls end up as bitches?'

I hope that you like it.

Chapter Two � The Good Doctor

Now you�ve got to understand that I can�t detail every sexual event in my little life in this history, otherwise we would be here for weeks. But according to my diary, from the time of my first rape on my 13th birthday over the next 12 months I had sex of some sort with 87 people. Mostly with my Uncle Bob and Dad of course because they just couldn�t keep their hands and cocks off me, or out of me. And it was only when these two perverts started to get tired of fucking me that they saw a way of making extra money and humiliating me even more, so they started selling me, or trading me with other perverts so that they could get at other peoples� kids.

Most of these 87 people were men, as you might imagine, but there were some girls and women too. Some were forced to do stuff with me, others � like wife�s and girlfriends of the sex fiends I was given or sold to � did things with me because they liked it�got off on raping a young girl with a strap on, or making her eat them out while being fucked by their husband or whatever. My diary says that I did some kind of sex with 13 women over those 12 months.

So you see it would be long and pretty boring to tell you about every fuck, rape, blow job, beating, or whatever that I�ve done � but I�ll tell you about the things that marked me the most. The worst of the worst if you like.

One thing you can say about Uncle Bob is that he�s not stupid � corrupt, perverted, sadistic yes � stupid, no. The last thing he wanted on his hands was a pregnant 13 year old school girl, who happened to be his niece. What he needed fast was a tame doctor that would put me on the pill. True I hadn�t started my periods yet, but he didn�t want to take any chances. I know him and my Dad talked about having me sterilised permanently, just to be on the safe side, but Uncle Bob thought that maybe in the future they might want to �breed me� and that I might be worth more if I could get knocked up � wasn�t that kind of him? He also needed a way to keep track of whether I was clean or not, after all he didn�t want me passing on any diseases and getting his precious cock all messed up. So they needed a doctor to supply the necessaries.

Being a normal (although perverted) person, you might think it�s hard to find people to do what Uncle Bob needed? Well it�s not. There are perverts everywhere � doctors, nurses, police, politicians, business men and women, whatever. You name it and there�s someone out there dying to do it � for a price. And Uncle Bob seemed to know every scum bag and sex maniac in Manchester and further.

It took Uncle Bob only a couple of phone calls to have an appointment with his chosen medical help � a certain Dr. Stuart Radcliffe. A middle-aged, married general practitioner with two young kids of his own and ambitions towards serious incest, rape and torture.

My Dad and Uncle Bob took me along to the good doctor only 4 days after my first rape session � my birthday present if you remember. My pussy was still sore, but the bleeding had stopped after the second day, and I still had trouble walking normally. My ass was bruised from the spanking, but at least it didn�t hurt anymore when I sat down.

In the days after my first fucking both Uncle Bob and Dad had been satisfied with regular and frequent blowjobs, while watching the rape videos that they had made of me. They didn�t want to fuck me again until I�d been to the doctor, just in case they did permanent damage to my cunt and organs � how caring! So they were happy just to fuck my face instead. And I was relieved to have an easy way out as well, because my pussy was so fucking sore I felt like I had broken glass stuffed up me and bits of blood kept staining my panties � but mum never said a word when she washed my bloody underwear, maybe she thought I�d started my periods? And taking a pee or a shit � Jesus Holy Christ did that burn! I had to squat over the toilet and spread my little cunt lips wide to make sure none of the piss touched my bruised and battered skin. And for some damned reason every time I needed to squeeze out a turd the shit seemed to put pressure on my ripped pussy, making every shit-taking a nightmare.

So there I was on Monday afternoon, sitting in Dr. Radcliffe�s waiting room, wearing Dad�s idea of cute little girl clothes � a tight red t-shirt with little white bunnies and multi-coloured flowers embroidered over the front, a white cotton skirt that just reached about 6 inches above my knees (very short in other words), white ankle socks of course and red open-toe sandals. If I hadn�t kept my knees firmly pressed together you would have been able to see the black silk panties that Daddy had picked out for me, but pressed together they were. My bra of course matched the panties, but you couldn�t see any of that through the t-shirt, you would just have enjoyed glancing at my 30AA boobs and wondering just what it would be like to squeeze those firm, ripe apples.

Dr. Radcliffe had made the appointment for us to arrive after his other patients had gone and his receptionist had finished for the day. So we had him all to ourselves and we soon went through to his office. Now Dr. Radcliffe is not an impressive looking man, being 45 years old, already having a well developed hair hole and a bulging belly � the result of too many Rotary Club lunches and pints of beer in the local strip clubs. The good doctor was of course happily married � happy in the sense that he could screw whoever he wanted as long as his wife didn�t have to hear about it. He is also the father of two children, the oldest � a girl of 8 called Wendy, and a boy of 6 called Jason. As I was soon to find out Dr. Radcliffe had well developed plans for these poor little mites. If you like that kind of thing I�m sure you can imagine the sort of deprived acts he leeringly discussed with Uncle Bob and my Dad.

Once sitting comfortably in Dr. Radcliffe�s rather tatty office and having exchanged the usual British pleasantries about the weather, the price of beer and Manchester United�s chances for next season, we got down to business. At least the perverts did � I was just the object of the discussion and something to be negotiated over as to the level and frequency of abuse I was to endure as payment for the medical services they needed. Money was never mentioned in the discussion since it was clear from the start that the doctor expected payment in kind for his involvement. The question was just how little could Dad and Uncle Bob get away with in terms of my time with the doctor and which holes could he abuse during that time. The doctor had a particular wish to take advantage of my virgin anus and this was not on the table (so to speak) for Uncle Bob and Dad. They wanted to keep this prize for themselves, or at least to be able to auction my ass cherry off to the highest bidder � another great money-making idea from Uncle Bob.

So an agreement was reached and hands were shaken � I was to visit the doctor at his office or a place of his choice once per month, for a duration of 2 hours - for my check up and examination. He would provide all the prescriptions necessary for my contraception and if necessary arrange any abortions that may crop up if contraception failed. Should any sexual diseases be contracted, then he would take care of the treatment. If any other drugs or services were required from him then more time would be allocated or more services provided by me, to be negotiated at the time. On his part during the two hours per month he could take advantage of either my mouth or cunt, or any other part of my body, but he could not penetrate my ass with anything bigger than his finger. Nor could he inflict any permanent marks or damage on my body, but otherwise any torture was permitted. Bruises were allowed as long as they were not visible when I was in public or during school activities. He was also allowed to take photos or videos, but these could not be sold or distributed without my Uncle, or Dad�s permission. He was also not allowed to offer me to anyone else during the two hours. There�deal done, negotiations over � time to sample the merchandise.

So my first examination time had come and although I�m sure Uncle Bob and Dad were tempted to stay and watch, they decided to go off for a couple of beers and would come back in two hours. They reminded the doctor that I really did need examining and then took my prescription off to get my pill supply.

Give the doctor his credit, he did take his time and examine me thoroughly. After nicely asking me to strip he took my weight and blood pressure and he measured my height and physical statistics � maybe he over did the measuring of my boobs a bit, but he did act like a doctor. He was wearing a long white doctor�s coat so I couldn�t see the state of his cock, but from the way he was starting to sweat as I slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head, shaking out my long black hair, and unzipped my skirt I would say he must have had the boner of his life. And yes I was doing it slowly � why? Because he only had 2 hours with me and every second I could keep him off me the happier I would be. So down came the zipper on my tight little skirt�so slowly�reaching behind me with both hands for the zipper and pushing out my boobs so that he got a good look. Wriggling my hips (if a 13 year old girl has hips!), I slipped the skirt down my long smooth legs�and his bulging eyes followed it down�down to my shoes�me bending with the skirt so that he can get an eye full of what�s in my bra.

I straightened up holding the skirt and looked around innocently for somewhere to put it � what a neat girl. I folded it nicely and set it down on the chair nearest the door. Five more minutes gone! Now for the bra�reaching behind to the clasp�licking my lips, �It�s so dry in here doctor, could I have a glass of water, please?� The clasp opens and I ease the shoulder straps down over my arms, the cups still snugly holding on to my boobs.

I thought he would pass out at this point; he was steaming and gripping the desk so hard his knuckles were white. God I was actually enjoying this strip tease! I wriggled my shoulders to shake off the bra and he gasped out loud as my cute little apples came into view � light brown orbs, tight and firm with slightly darker aureoles and cute little nubs standing up under the scrutiny of Dr. Radcliffe. The bra joined the skirt and still the seconds ticked by with no movement from the doc.

Putting one foot up on the chair nearest to him I bent down to take off my sandal, my boobs tantalising the hypnotised doctor�off with the sandal and then the little white ankle sock. Then the second shoe and sock followed, again placed neatly on the growing pile of clothes.

Now for the moment of truth though, I only had my panties left to delay with. Hooking a thumb into each side I began to wriggle the silky black underwear down, over my hot little ass. Over my hips�slow�must do it slowly�easing them down one side at a time�rocking them down my thighs�the crotch sticking to my pussy for a second as they slide down my long, smooth legs � long for a 13 year old anyway. Down to my knees now�lifting one foot, then the other as my nakedness is finally complete and the warm panties dangle from my finger. Neatly folded they too joined my skirt, t-shirt and socks on the pile.

Standing naked in front of the doctor�s desk he studied me from head to toe�paying particular attention to my boobs and pussy. He finally moved a hand and made a circling motion with his finger, �Turn around please Sonia,� he asked. And of course I was happy to make a slow turn so that he could take all the time he wanted to check out my ass.

Slowly he stood and came around the desk and pointed to his weighing scales � more time taken up with a real examination, but that meant really touching me, and that built up his confidence as he started stroking and squeezing his way through checking my breasts, taking the temperature in my mouth, my pussy and my ass! For God�s sake, who ever heard of taking a temperature that way? At least my blood pressure was normal, which is more than we can say about his I�m sure!

�Just hop up onto the examination couch Sonia and put your feet in the stirrups,� says the doc as we get to the part that I really wasn�t looking forward to, the pussy inspection. He slipped on a pair of transparent latex gloves � you know I�ve always found the taste of these gloves a turn on, like whenever I go to the dentist and he (or she) starts pushing these rubber-covered fingers around my mouth it just makes me so hot and I have to fight the urge to start sucking them. Do you feel like that? Anyway it�s not my mouth the old doc wants to poke around in, and he wastes no time pouring gel over his hands and sliding his fingers into my exposed hole. One, two and then a third finger�even with the gel this is stretching things to the limit. I can feel his fingers probing around inside my tender slit, my first ever deep exam. He grunts a couple of times like he�s found something worth digging at and then pulls out his fingers with a rude slurping sound � God that sound is just so rude, sort of like a wet fart when someone pulls out of a wet cunt or ass hole, I always get embarrassed when I hear it.

So next up (literally) is the speculum - cold but at least he lubricated it before sliding that damn torture device up my tight little snatch. Felt like I was being raped by some robot from Mars�and then my poor tight little slit is being stretched wider�.wider�Jesus Christ he�s going to split me in half! �Just relax and it won�t hurt a bit.� No it won�t hurt a bit, it hurts a fucking LOT! My screams echoed around the office and if anyone had been in the building they would have thought I was being slaughtered. But I was going nowhere, with my feet held up and legs spread wide enough to dislodge my joints. My hands gripped the sides of the couch for all they were worth.

�Now, now Sonia,� says Doc Pervert, �We can�t have you wriggling around like that, you might fall off the couch and hurt yourself.� So the doctor opens a drawer behind the couch and produces a set of thick black leather straps. With my mind occupied with the pain in my over-stretched cunt, he�s quickly able to fasten the straps around each wrist to a metal bar running under the seat of the couch. A third, longer strap is attached to both sides of the couch, across my neck � securing my head. From the same drawer he brings out a cute leather ring-gag, which he pushes into my gasping mouth and buckles behind my head. No room to move now and not much sound I can make either, just whooshing or oofing sounds like some damn retard. But the point was that I could make some sound, just not loud or coherent � that�s what he wanted, and a normal gag would have stopped me making any sound. Why was that important? Because he was going to whip me and he was going to get off on my hushed, but not blocked, screams!

Now it was the doc�s turn to strip and he did it a whole lot faster than I had. In 10 seconds flat he was naked except for his fucking socks � can you believe it, he kept his fucking socks on! I guess he hadn�t filled his toy collection at that time because the only thing he had to whip me with was the leather belt that had been holding his trousers up (pants for you Americans). And that was plenty, but at least he didn�t use the end with the buckle.

The first strike of a whip is not the worst you know? It comes as a shock, but it doesn�t hurt the most. To help increase the pain of the blows you need the victim to anticipate the pain and be waiting for it � almost feeling it before the whiplash lands. It�s in the mind of the victim, the extra pain. It�s true, try it.

I don�t think the doc had much experience of this sort of thing � maybe I was his first real chance to try out his fantasies. He landed some pretty hard lashes across my tits and stomach, and I tried to scream � just as he wanted me to, but he seemed to be holding back � unsure of what strength to put into each blow.

The first hit caught me just at the bottom of my breasts and the shock made me strain against the straps and my pussy contracted against the metal spreader still stuck up inside me�trying to push the fucker out of me. But the shock made me suck air in and I didn�t scream at all � the second blow an instant later landed across my stomach � and brought out all the air in a pathetic �Whoosh!� that turned into an even more stupid �Wooor!� sound as the last air left my lungs. He got into a bit of a rhythm after that and gave me a couple of seconds between lashes, so I could get my next breath ready for the almost-scream. And that is what increases the pain � the anticipation of the hit. The knowing it�s coming and the hopelessness of not being able to stop it. Helpless, even unable to scream or turn away from the blows. And I can see him standing there with the belt � naked, his little cock standing up hard against his pot belly. He�s sweating like a pig with the excitement and effort, swinging the belt again��Waugh�..augh�.augh!� Is all I can manage as the tears come pouring out and my half-gagged screams get cut off as I run out of breath and have to drag in another lung full of air.

But tears aren�t the only liquid that started to leak � it�s one of the odd things about me, when I take a beating sooner or later I start to pee. Not big gushing streams, but a little trickle, a few drops at a time as my bladder loses some of its control. And that started now�drops of pee falling from my strained pussy onto the doctor�s office carpet.

It didn�t take long for Herr Doktor to notice my leak and to my surprise he stopped the beating. At first I thought it was because he didn�t want the mess on his carpet, but no he pulled a stool over in front of my slowly leaking pussy and started taking out the metal intruder. Relief! He was a bit rough taking the damn thing out, but I wasn�t about to complain. What he did next really surprised me � I mean REALLY surprised me. He put his mouth to my slit and started lapping at the leaking piss! Now this really was a first for me. I�ve been made to drink a man�s pee before a few times, but I�ve never had anyone drinking mine.

He was pushing his face deeper into my slit now and trying to suck my pee hole, opening my lips with his thumbs�drinking right from the source you might say. I could feel him sucking at me and so I did him a favour � hey you like my pee, have more. So I let him have it, not all at once, just sort of opened the tap a little and let him slurp it down.

I guess this was a big thing for him and really got his motor running. As soon as he�d sucked down the last drop � and there was quite a lot � he stood up, boner in hand and just stuck it straight into the place his mouth had just left. Now his cock was pretty pathetic, but still my pussy was still quite raw from all the mauling that it had received lately and it took a fair amount of effort for him to stuff that skinny 6 incher into my cunny. But this was nothing like the fucking my Dad and Uncle Bob had given me, and old doc Radcliffe humped away for a couple of minutes, his hands squeezing and pulling at my titties, and then he was over the edge. And yes I could feel him inside me, of course I could�I felt every push, every pull back and then every spurt of his dirty cum inside my belly. The fuck lasted maybe 2-3 minutes maximum, so it was no big deal. But my tits and stomach were on fire from the belting. I was bright red from the neck to my pussy � and my pussy was pretty damn sore as well.

He pulled out of me as soon as he got his breath back, pulled out like all guys do, just leaving me with a gaping hole, empty, already leaking cum down from my cunt to my ass crack.

You know guys, once you�ve had your fun and blown your load you are pretty pathetic creatures. You lose all interest in the girl you just fucked, even if you promised her the universe if she would just let you into her pants. I guess that�s why you like hookers so much � no need for commitments. And I guess that�s why guys like me so much, because they can do what they want and just pull their cocks out without a thought. Am I right? You bet your wife I�m right � yeah that�s right, what are wives really for? Fucking � forget it, after the first 50 times it�s a drag right? Having kids - how many guys really give a shit about raising kids? Looking after the house and doing the shopping - it�s not worth it, cheaper to hire a maid. Am I right?

So the doc has blown his load and got his money�s worth. Now he can�t wait to get me out the door and the straps and gag come off fast enough to take the skin off my wrists and neck. He was gentleman enough to help me get my legs down from the stirrups and hand me some tissue for the cum that�s leaking down my ass and puddling on the couch. There wasn�t enough left up me to trickle down my legs, so waddling like a fucked duck I was able to get dressed without getting a mess on my clothes. Putting on my t-shirt hurt like hell, but I left my bra off because my tits were all swollen and it would never have fitted.

As soon as I was dressed the doc hustled me out of his office and into his waiting room � not as much as a single word was said. I guess he called my Dad because 15 minutes later he and Uncle Bob arrived to take me home. From the time Dad had left until he picked me up, the whole thing had taken just over an hour. I guess I got off easy, but the doc certainly found it easy to get off using me.

That was the first time with the doctor, but after that he was a quick learner and every time was a bit harder for me, a bit more painful and the sessions got started a whole lot faster. If you want I�ll tell you more about the doctor and his experiments, just let me know � maybe I�ll make him the subject of a whole story, not just a chapter, he would like that.

You know, when you are writing one of these stories you sort of get drained and find yourself wanting to wrap them up quickly. When I first wrote this down I had thought that I would end this chapter here, but as I was laying in bed the morning after writing it I started thinking about what happened after I had finished with the doctor and was on my way home. Before I knew it my hand was down between my legs and I was masturbating furiously as I remembered what had happened in the car after my Dad and Uncle Bob picked me up. And I thought, after I had cum, maybe you would like to read about it � maybe it would make you feel the way I did this morning?

So, we walked out to Uncle Bob�s car � a shiny new BMW 5 series, pale blue with soft leather seats. Uncle Bob always had nice things and he liked fast new cars � never really figured out where he got his money from though to buy them.

It was pretty clear to me as we walked that they had been on more than just beer while I had been with the doctor. Even though I was a bit preoccupied with my own aches and pains I could tell they were both pretty high. My Dad got in the driver's seat and Uncle Bob got in the back with me. I love the smell of new cars, especially the new leather and today there was more than just the new car smells, there was a fug of smoke from the joints that they had smoked on the way over to pick me up. A nice sweet smell that I often smelled around Uncle Bob when he was in one of his more relaxed moods.

With Uncle Bob�s arm around my shoulder we zoomed off into the evening traffic and Uncle Bob asked me to tell him everything about what had happened after they left me with the doctor � �Everything�, he said with a leer, �Every little detail of what he did to you and what you did.� So I did. I told them about the striptease, about the examination, about how he strapped me to the couch and about the whipping. When I told him about that part he told me to lift up my t-shirt so he could see the marks and swellings. He whistled when he saw how swollen and red my breasts were and he gently cupped my left breast in his right hand and massaged my poor little nipple � which happily responded to his touch by stiffening for him. He liked that and stroked a bit harder, then switched to my other nipple and got that to stand to attention as well.

I could tell from the bulge in his trousers that he liked my story and he told me go on, with every detail. So then I told him about how the doctor had lapped up my pee and sucked down every drop from my bladder as I lay there strapped to his examination couch. That part nearly caused an accident as my Dad hadn�t been paying attention to the driving and nearly ran into a truck turning into a side street. A few nasty words were exchanged between Dad and Uncle Bob about driving tests and road safety and we were back into the story again. But Uncle Bob kept coming back to the pee drinking part and he seemed fascinated by it. After I had been over every detail at least 3 times he had to have some release, his cock was just too painful cramped into his jeans.

�Come on baby� he says, �time to help Uncle Bob relax after a hard day.� And he pointed down at his zip. Now you should know that Uncle Bob always liked me to do all the work around satisfying him. You might have noticed that in my first chapter when Uncle Bob made me rape myself on his cock? Yes, he is a lazy bastard and likes to add to my humiliation by having me make all the moves. So cock sucking often starts by me having to undo his zipper and extract the cock that is going to abuse me. That�s what happened now and with both hands I reached down and undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zip. Since his cock was applying full pressure on the material it was quite a job getting him open. But I�ve got small, delicate hands and longer slender fingers, perfect for wrapping around a cock, or opening zips under pressure.

Uncle Bob has a pretty good figure (for his age � 43 at that time, my Dad was 37) and his beer gut is smaller than my Dad�s. He�s also not so hairy. And, very important for trying to give blowjobs in cars, he wears cool, ball hugging underwear that slips down easily. He lifted his ass to help me get his underwear and jeans down to his knees, and there was Uncle Bob�s trouser snake ready for action � as usual.

The traffic was pretty heavy as we drove along and we were going pretty slow, from one traffic light to the next, crawling along really. So it was easy for me to just lean down and take his cock head into my mouth, left hand cupping his balls, right hand holding the root of his shaft. Giving a blowjob in a fast moving car can be a bit awkward if the road is bumpy or there are lots of bends. You either end up doing unexpected deep throat, or half biting off the poor guy�s member. Very risky. But no worries right now, it was a routine, well practised exercise of my tongue and suction � at least it started that way.

I had given Uncle Bob my bra as we got into the car � I didn�t need it and I had no pockets to put it in. But now Uncle Bob found a use for it � that is he reached down and pulled my hands behind my back, tying them at the wrists with my bra. So there I am sitting beside him on his left, but half turned towards him with my head buried in his lap and my hand bound behind me. Believe me this is not an easy to position to work in and requires balance and strong neck muscles, as well as good sucking technique to keep the cock where it needs to be. Fortunately (if I can say that), Uncle Bob was only using my mouth to warm up on. He wanted a fuck and of course I had to do all the work. He pulled my up by my hair and said, �Time to saddle up sweetie, let�s see if you can ride Uncle Bob all the way home.�

With my hands tied it wasn�t easy and I was glad that Uncle Bob�s car had darkened windows or else half of Manchester would have witnessed my ass riding Uncle Bob�s cock. With a little (a very little) help Uncle Bob positioned me over his cock, my head bent under the roof of the car and my knees on the seat either side of his waist. He did lower his ass on the seat just to give my legs space to get in the right position to mount him. And he did hold his cock for me�putting it against the entrance to my cunt and rubbing his pre-cum and my saliva up and down my pussy lips.

�Ok baby, take it� he says. So of course I obliged him, letting my weight sink down onto his shaft, but doing it really, really slowly, letting my pussy stretch open with each inch of his cock. Even driving along slowly the streets of Manchester aren�t that smooth and each bump pushed his cock in that bit further. Dad was watching in the rear-view mirror and Uncle Bob reminded him to keep his fucking eyes on the road.

Now you�ve got to remember that although I�ve given hundreds of blowjobs and hand jobs over the years, this was only my 4th fuck. And I�m still only 13 so my pussy was really, really tight. But I had just been opened by the good doctor and fucked (fuck number 3), so it was a bit easier to fit Uncle Bob in this time. And it was a bit less painful since there was some of the doctor�s gel and a bit of his cum still up there, helping me along a bit.

By using my legs it was pretty easy to control the rhythm of the fuck, even with the bumping and turning of the car. It helped that Uncle Bob�s cock was big enough to stay up my cunt even with the rough ride � trying to ride a little skinny cock like this would be impossible, it would just keep slipping out.

So with my t-shirt pushed up Uncle Bob�s hands had free access to my bruised and battered boobs, and he took full advantage with his tweaking and squeezing. And for him it was a pretty fast fuck because we hadn�t been at it more than 10 minutes when he started grunting and thrusting harder into me, hands on my hips now, and his cock started pumping and spurting into my tight cunt tube.

The hardest part about a fuck like this is getting off a still-hard cock! With my hands still tied and Uncle Bob still pretty hard, it was like a contortionist act to lift my ass off him and get it back onto the seat next to him. And that�s when something really odd happened � if you didn�t think it was odd enough for an under-age girl�s uncle to be fucking her on the back seat of a car driven by her father!

Like I said, Uncle Bob liked his cars and he liked to keep them clean, so as soon as my well-fucked ass touched his back seat he goes ballistic!

�What the fuck are you doing you stupid slut?� He screamed, and my Dad almost crashed again for the 20th time. �Stop the fucking car.� He yelled at my Dad, �The bitch is leaking all over my leather seats�.

So Dad zoomed into the first side-street he could find and skidded to a stop. Out he jumped and leaped to my door, wrenching it open. �Get out you moron.� Dad screamed into my face as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the door.

�Holy fuck! Look at that mess on my leather. She�s leaked cum all over it. You FUCKING BITCH!�

He was in a real state. Angrier than I�d ever seen him. Probably made worse because he was still pretty high from the drugs he�d been on. I was just standing at the side of the car shaking with fear. I could tell my Dad was pretty scared too because he was all white and just kept saying �Take it easy Bob, she didn�t mean it.� And at least he stood between me and Uncle Bob; otherwise I think he would have kicked the shit out of me.

�Well it was your stupid bitch that made the fucking mess so you had better clean it up.� Was Uncle Bob�s answer, and he stood over my Dad with his fists clenched.

So my Dad pulls his handkerchief from his pocket and starts to wipe off the leather seat. �Not like that you fucking queer.� Says Uncle Bob with a sick grin on his face, �I know you like the taste of cum now and again, so let�s see you clean it properly � with your fucking tongue!�

My Dad went tomato red and opened his mouth to argue, but I think he saw Uncle Bob was in a mood for a fight and Dad would have been no match for him. So, like I was dreaming or something, Dad bends down and starts licking up the mix of his brother�s cum and my pussy juice that had dripped and been smeared all over the back seat.

While I�m standing there with my mouth open like an idiot, Uncle Bob has whipped out his camera and is filming Dad lapping and sucking at the cum I�ve leaked. And Dad starts to really get into it, rubbing his cock through his trousers as he slides his tongue over the wet leather upholstery.

So there�s this unbelievable scene � while my Uncle sticks his camera through the door on the other side, my Dad goes at the seat until it�s shiny and clean as new again. But of course now my Dad has a boner again and needs taking care of.

�Let�s do that again you fucking homo, only this time lets get the whole thing on cam.� Says Uncle Bob. �Sonia, you can jerk off good old Johnny-boy, right there on my seat and then Daddy can clean it up, good as new � OK?�

Now this is just sooooo weird, but we get ourselves set � right there in this side-street where anyone could pass by. Dad�s standing at the open door, his zip open and cock out, me crouching on the car floor behind the passenger seat � and Uncle Bob is filming the crazy scene from the other side of the car.

So I take Daddy�s boner in my right hand and start wanking him, nice and slow � for the camera. The back seat light is on so everything looks good for Uncle Bob�s masterpiece. Dad is well gone and is just oozing pre-cum all over my hand. I reach under his balls with my left hand to help him get there and after only a couple of minutes I can feeling him tightening-up, getting ready to shoot, his cum boiling out of his balls.

I moved my left hand quickly out of the way so the cum didn�t land on me and just used my right hand to milk him as he came, squeezing his load out and aiming into the middle of the back seat. The first spurts though reached almost all the way to Uncle Bob and splattered the full length of the back seat. Anybody can say what they want, but I know how to give a great hand-job and get every last drop of cum from a man�s balls!

So that was the first part of Uncle Bob�s script, now we needed the pervy part. We needed Daddy to clean up his own mess.

Now I know a lot of you guys get turned on at the idea of being made to lick up your own cum, but mostly that�s while you have a hard cock and haven�t unloaded. Once you have dumped your load it�s a whole new story and it�s only a real pervert that will REALLY get down and enjoy licking up his own hot cum.

So I guess my Dad really is special because he got down there with his face still all sweaty from the orgasm and started cleaning that leather seat like he was a porn super star. All I had to do was lean back against the seat behind me and let Uncle Bob get his close-ups as Dad scooped up the cum load with his tongue, displayed it nicely for the camera and then swallowed. I couldn�t have done it any better. Dad did a great job of finding and cleaning up every drop and polishing the leather seat to perfection.

Now you�ve got to admit that this would be memorable to a young girl, seeing her Dad for the first time do something that was pretty �gay�. And I can�t say I really looked at Dad the same way after that. I think that it must have marked a turning point for Dad too because I witnessed many other gay acts by him over the next years, usually with young boys and often with shocking violence and even �snuff� for the boys during or after he fucked them. I�ll put some of this in later chapters for you �bi� guys. Let me know if you want more.

I have played around with a snail.

I decided to try snails because they were easy to find in our back garden and didn't seem as scary (I was nervous about doing it). I waited until my parents had gone out for the day and had collected a snail in a jar and got myself ready. I lay down on the deck chair near our pool and removed my tshirt, I didnt have a bra on so my breasts were free. I began to rub my nipples with my fingers to get them firm and hard, and then i placed the snail on my nipple. I lay back so it didnt slide off the nipple. I lay there for ages just watching its slimy body on my nipple and found myself becoming strangely aroused. I began to rub my pussy through my shorts. I felt so naughty and dirty and was worried i'd be caught but that only added to the excitement I think. I was feeling daring by this point so I decided to take it a little further. I pulled down my shorts and panties and put my legs on either side of the chair so my pussy was exposed. I plucked softly at my clit which was swollen and throbbing by this point in anticipation of what was to come. My clit was poking out between my pussy lips so I removed the snail from my nipple and placed it ontop of my clit. It felt amazingly sexy and wonderful. I held the snail shell between my fingers and rubbed the slimy body of the snail over my clit making it all gooey with snail juices. I was so horny by this point I couldn't take the extreme teasing and I removed the snail and fingered myself until I came.

That was my first experience with those sorts of creatures. I have experiemented further

Any one now this beautiful creature or have any more of her?

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I have a formicophilia fetish. I love to masterbate with insects, bugs and slimy creatures on my body. I love to cover my breasts in worms and insert snails into my pussy.
I want to chat with men or women into this fetish. Email me [email protected] and say hi don't be shy

A while back when I was in between places to live I was staying for one month at this student hostel that catered to ESL students. Well on my last night there some of us decided to go out to the clubs, and they brought some of their friends from college. Among them was this lovely East Indian girl, 19 years old, living away from home the first time. She was a tiny little creature with a beautiful face, and this shy little smile. Long story short after grinding with her all night on the dance floor, I managed to slip some roofies into her drink. I helped her outta the club, into my car and drove her back to her apartment that her parents paid for and got her upstairs. At first all I was going to do was undress her and feel her up. I got so excited I decided to jerk off onto her face, and promptly left the apartment.
That was five years ago, and I have never heard anything, or had anyone say anything to me about it. I often wonder what she felt when she woke up in the morning covered in dried jizz.

Post all you have on this delicious little creature.

Now, some trannies r ok. Some are just horrible. This one, oh shit, I'd suck and fuck this little creature forever. Anyone know of more of this one?

To the fucking cowardly and moronic owner and admins of this site: Congratulations on removing SOME of the psychopathic animal torturer's videos. You finally grew some tiny balls to go with your tiny faggot dicks.

Now explain why you couldn't quite muster the courage (an unfamilar word to you -- look it up) to remove ALL of his animal torture and murder videos. REALLY??? So did you make a "moral judgment" that dawg and cat crushing videos are unacceptable, but stomping a rabbit or other animal to death is cool??? HOW FUCKING RETARDED ARE YOU?

If, as is more likely, given your obvious lack of ANY human morals, you simply got scared, either from your inept legal "team," or your advertisers, and merely made a legal judgment, or business judgment, how is it that you believe the federal statute astute visitors to your site so compellingly jammed down your cum-filled throats mandates your ban of some animal crush videos, but not others. How, exactly, are you splitting that hair?

Finally, I DARE the great and mighty overlord himself, DEWEZ, (I won't even bother with his real name since he is so terrified of it he bans it from the boards like a fucking little crybaby) to come out of hiding, take his left hand off Randemonium's tiny dick and his right hand off his own, just long enough to address the filthy masses who called him on the issue and shamed his faggot ass into finally taking action, as half-assed as it was. Explain to all of us morons what caused you to finally see the light. Come on, motherfucker, admit you were wrong in allowing that shit here and disavow fucking little cunts like "Norde." These things, along with a FULL AND PERMANENT BAN on animal cruelty shit might actually go a ways toward restoring a small amount of respect folks USED TO HAVE for your piece of shit site. Stop being a crying little coward and come speak to us. You chicken-shitted, fat-assed faggot.

To "Norde": Fuck you, you psychopathic, sub-human piece of shit. If most humans on this planet had the same lack of conscience you possess, you would've been hunted down and crushed to death long ago. You owe your miserable, loser life to the fact that most people aren't like you. If you were a man, not an unloved psychopath, you wouldn't hide from us in anonymity. Why don't you tell us your name and location? Are you afraid of a fate worse than that you mete out to innocent animals? You fucking coward.

To MrExtreme and all the others who so brilliantly and forcefully jammed this issue down DEWEZ'S throat, and forced him to do what he resisted for so long (the right thing, which must have been so hard for him considering how dearly he loves watching animals being stomped and tortured to death): BRAVO AND CONGRATULATIONS!!! You people are heros and truly outstanding human beings. Thank you all for persevering, reporting, and keeping the issue alive.

Unfortunately, there remains work to do. We must stay aggressive and forceful until the very last of these videos has been removed. We cannot allow DEWEZ to get away with half-measures designed to do nothing more than placate the masses and shut them up until he can bring his precious videos back unnoticed. We must rid this site of every single one of them.

I am so proud of every person who posted, commented and took any other action on this issue. Well fucking done, people! We can rest when "Norde" no longer has this forum to use for his terrorization and pointless slaughter of
beautiful, innocent creatures.

Finally, if anyone has, or knows someone who has, the tech skills necessary to identify and track down "Norde," please let me know.

i'm starting a thread about elephants, I think they are gorgeous creatures!!

Just to clarify,I absolutely love women to bits. I cant imagine a life without them.(to the self important, know all responders who will insist I must have issues with a woman or women, you are totally wrong)
However, they are wired differently. we are simple cock driven creatures of lust. women, however, are jealous, bitchy, hating, self loathing, uber self conscious, devious, paranoid witches who all eventually turn batshit psychotic for the most innocuous, petty, insane reasons. a sad but true fact. thank you.

Anymore of this heavenly creature?

Okay, so, i had this dream like 24 hours ago (its 5 in the morning so give or take) and either way, it was about some sort of apocalypse or fall of society.
I often had dreams of something similar bout of course, with the whole zombies and z-germ thing, but this one was different.
It was very vivid, and i swear i was witnessing some of these events that had occurred.
One being that there was a great sense of fear, no matter where i was, people were dying everywhere from a apparent super-virus, kinda of like a modern black plague.

So okay, i can go with that for a while, emotionally anyways, that doesn't bother me.
I was pretty much by myself (odd, im usually with friends or family in these situations) on foot walking down a street with abandoned cars and the like, when thick dark clouds started rolling over head.
In my dream, i already had the knowledge of what to do, when the clouds come, you run inside.
That was basically what my normally conscious brain can remember and i struggle to still understand why fear washed over me from this storm.
Essentially what it boiled down to was, that some sort of hellish demon looking creatures (lack of a better description) inhabited earth, and well, started killing everyone. If there were survivors of the plagues, these demons would soon follow with the dark clouds. Evidence of where they have been could be shown by the dismembered, disemboweled, corpse that either lay about or strung up on ceilings and walls as decorations.

I woke up, still have that fear-ish feeling and went to take a piss and had this feeling like there was someone in my house, you know that feeling that oyu get when you sense someone there that shouldn't be?
Either way, i looked around til satisfied, and went back to sleep.
This dream starts right back up where i left off.
and it was pretty much surviving every minute and sleeping with one eye open type of stuff.
Then i woke up again early in the morning, around 5, and turned my desk lamp on.
From the corner of my eye i swear i saw a decapitated head sitting on my desk or what appeared to be one.
I blinked as i flinched to look at it, and as i blinked, it disappeared.
Never went to sleep after that.

Does anybody know who is this creature? I'd sure love to see other pics of her!

One night my sister came home very drunk. She stumbled to her room & passed out. Through the bathroom window, I'd secretly been watching her undress before she showered for a while. If she was passed out, maybe I could do more with her than just watch! I nervously decided to take the chance. I crept into her room & slowly worked my hand under her blankets. I gently worked my way up the smooth skin of her thigh until I felt the edge of her panties. With my heart beating in my throat, I gently worked 2 fingers under the elastic & slowly worked my way to the warmth of her pussy. I sat there almost afraid to breath with 2 fingers lightly pressed into her pussy. She didn't stir in her sleep, so I pushed a little harder until I felt the hot moist insides of her pussy. I spent almost an hour, slowly finger fucking my sister's pussy, using her own juices to lubricate her slit until I could easily run my fingers up her slit, trace a few circles round her clit and then slid them deep into her unresisting pussy! I traced the hard outline of her cervix & plunged my fingers inside her deeply enough to feel the soft resistance of her pussy wall. She only stirred once, jerking her leg as I began pressing firmly into her g-spot. I explored every little crevise of my sister's pussy, but it wasn't enough. I wanted her to know that she had no control over her cunt, but I didn't want to be caught or found out. With a flashlight, I searched through our woodpile until I found the dried up husk of a centipede. Then I found a little clump of dry mud, with little bits of twigs & the like stuck in it. It was about the size of a marble. I snuck back into her bedroom & once again worked my fingers deep into her sleeping pussy. Once she was wet, I gently pushed the dead centipede into her cunt, working it as deep as I could. Then I pushed the mudball just inside her pussy lips. It wouldn't be visible, but she should feel it when she woke up. Then, listening for her morning alarm, I waited to see her reaction. When I heard her get up, I quickly climbed out my window & took my place outside the bathroom window. She walked in, stripped & sat on the toilet. I could see her face perfectly, & she looked perplexed as she reached down & checked the odd sensation in her pussy. Then, using a piece of toilet paper, she wiped the dirt clot out of her pussy & stared at it for a few minutes. She put on a terrific show as she got up & began digging her fingers into her pussy! She tried it from the front, then the back, & finally putting 1 foot up on the sink, she spread her lips open with 1 hand & deeply explored her pussy with 2 fingers on the other. I had a perfect view through the window & watched my sister digging in her spread open pussy from barely 3 feet away! The whole time, she had a very worried expression & when she finally pulled the dead centipede from the depths of her pussy, she froze, one leg on the sink, her pussy still spread wide, & stared in shocked disgust at the vile creature that had apparently crawled deep inside her precious little pussy & died. Then, she suddenly dove for the toilet & in her disgust, vomited. She called into work, scheduled an emergency visit to her gynocologist & presumably spent a humiliating morning explaining that she had centipedes living in her pussy!

I confess that I would love nothing more then to fuck young girls. Yes, even some as young as ten, but I need to add that not all young girls are attractive. In fact most are plain ugly, awkward looking things that are barely starting to show traces of the beautiful creatures that they will one day grow into.

Yes, I'm a pervert, but I'm at least one with standards.

I confess. I fucking LOVE Gore. Drawn, photographic, hentai, human, creatures. Whatever.
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I'm looking for more sick&twisted fuckers like myself. Join the group, post some content. Let's make this bitch popular 'round here. Kthnx.
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Who is this god-like creature? Holy fuckin christ, definitely the best solo video I have seen on here!! Thanks for posting!

I confess I dislike pedophiles and faint at the thought of the things they'd do let alone seeing pictures or any type of vulgar images of these young innocent pure Godly creatures it's sooo sicken and I'm confessing this, so you'll have a heart and just realize it's all wrong and accept what I believe in and change who and what you are for the love of the children and the love of the higher power God.
Thanks btw

The great thing about motherless is that I can make genuine confessions and no one will ever believe them. I have a co-worker by the name of Stephanie she is truly a gorgeous creature 31 years old with large hips and a great round shapely ass. She something wears this skin tight light blue jeans which not make her ass great ass look that much better but also gives her some wicked cameltoe. I've often wondered if she's wearing any underwear since the outline of her pussy is so well defined.

Over the last few years since I've joined the company I have slowly chipped away at her defenses and now I think that I can at least call her a friend. I will admit that I prefer to make friends with women because I don't get along with other males and females give better eye candy once they've grown accustomed to your presence.

While I respect Stephanie and the relationship that she's in, a relationship with a 19 year old that doesn't even own a car yet, I suppose the sex must be prodigious if nothing else. And while I have no intentions of having a sexual relationship with her since I'm married and would rather die then dishonor myself in such a way, I can't help but be jealous of her BF. This young punk stole my lunch out of the company fridge once and this is the caliber of man that gets to bang Stephanie's sweet, young body?

Since this is an anonymous board I can openly admit, for the first time, that I'm madly in love with this women. But it's not the same type of love that I have for my wife, yes, I'd love to bang Stephanie but have made peace with the fact that I never will. I'm perfectly with turning around and watching her ass bounce as she walked passed from time to time at work. I do lover her though and want her to be in my life for a long time. Unfortunately such feelings aren't the type of thing that one had openly admit without being ridiculed or misunderstood by those around me. Especially my dear wife, who constantly tells me she doesn't deserve me.

Is it truly wrong to want to have a close relationship with a women that isn't your wife? I understand that there are boundaries that I can never cross in my relationship with Stephanie, but what's wrong with going out with her every once in a while, maybe to the movies and dinner? I often wonder why I don't have the balls to just tell Stephanie "Would you like to go out with me?"

Over the last few weeks, I do feel that Stephanie and I have become closer and I hope to one day achieve what I am working towards. Having her as a close lady friend, you know the kind of lady friend that feels so comfortable and secure around you that she walks around in nothing but a T-Shirt and panties when you're over at her house because she knows that while you enjoy the show you would never be inappropriate with her because not only do you love your wife but you respect and love her far too much to make her something as shameful as your mistress.

Thank you Motherless for giving me the chance to get something off my chest that I've been staying up late at night thinking about for the last few nights. While I understand that I'm going to have find a way to rid myself of this feelings for the sake of the love that I have for my wife, I feel cheated that I'll be able to have a friendship with a women that I think would enrich my life beyond measure.

I confess that I despise all of the weak and pathetic miserable pedophile scum on this site. Real men protect there children and other peoples. pedo's need to realise that the reason you are so secretive in public yet open on Internet forums is because you know that you are disgusting vile creatures and you will have the living shit beat out of you if any one new about your cowardly secrets. You are all scum, do the world a favour and end your disgraceful existence.

Her name really isn't important, though I might be inclined to post a pic or two if it wasn't for this nagging fear that she might find out and hate me for it, but needless to say she's been on my mind as of late.

She is 32 years old and a gorgeous creature to behold. With eyes of glacier blue and soft white skin. Her brunette hair frames her small face well and her skin tight jeans frame her hips all that better. She doesn't have very large breast, I would take a guess and say a large B to small C cup. But as with anything there are certain outfits which make them look great. She is slightly over five feet tall and I am well over six so you can imagen the impressive views of her tits that I get.

Now this isn't some retarded confession about how I seduced her into my bed and fucked her brains out, or some anything along those lines. These is a confession about the love I have for her and how it's tearing me apart. I am not going to lie and say that the fact the fact that she's smoking hot loves to show off her ass in skin tight jeans and has a great rack didn't lead me to fall for the girl. I have the same story with my wife, if I didn't find them attractive there would be no reason for me to fall in love.

My dilemma is that yes I love, yes I would love nothing more then to bury my face between her legs and show her that even with a tiny cock a man can still make you scream his name. But I also love my wife she is the world to me and I would do nothing to betray her.

There was a time when I thought having more then one sexual partner was a bad thing, or at least far too complicated for my tastes. But the more I spend time with this other women the more I wonder if being with a single woman for the rest of my life is really what I want.

I know that ultimately my cock is going to nowhere near this other woman, while I'm sure she considers me her good friend, she has a fiancee and one that she appears to be madly in love with. That and the fact that I'm a fat fuck with a small cock may also destroy my chances. Why bang the ugly fat guy when there's real men who want to bed you right?

In the end I will cherish and love my wife, pretend like nothing is wrong and I'm not unhappy about my non-existent sex life, my wife has yet to let me fuck her, in all honesty the only thing she let's me do is finger or lick her she won't go anywhere near my cock. But like I said the whole tiny cock thing isn't very appealing.

And if you're going to respond by insulting my pathetic ass, at least come up with an original insult.

i need to go abroad on holiday, and get a bit of this,beautiful creatures,these are all males, i dont mind though,waht do you think?

I have grown to have a strong distaste for black women. Even thought I am a black man, I steer clear from these creatures.
Why?

Have you seen black women lately? They don't even look like black women, they look like abominations! 100$ rainbow weaves and blue contacts? Stop it....

Black women are SO quick to claim something other than black. A black woman will be dark as shit but claim she is cherokee indian.... Bitch can't even afford a jeep cherokee..

Then black women have the nerve to say "We all mixed, Slavery mixed us all"
Really? We are all mixed? Why is it I never hear white women claiming we are all mixed? Or asian women? Shit, I don't even hear black men claiming we are all mixed! Only the black women try to say that stupid shit.

Obama is mixed, says he is black, black women accept it.
But when Tiger Woods, another mixed man says he doesn't want to be called black because he is mixed, black women get upset at Tiger? What happened to " We all mixed, slavery mixed us all "

Black women see no problem with dating white guys, but let a black man date a white girl and all hell breaks lose! Why? I think it's because they envy white women. Honestly.

Another line from black women I'm sick of hearing is " White girls be tanning to look like us "
No, Bitch, They Don't. You don't see any white lady laying in a tanning bed until she is BROWN. Nobody wants to look like a black woman, This is why they don't sell Black hair at beauty stores.

I am only 20, But I highly doubt I will EVER, ever again in my life date/fuck with another black woman.

I confess this is a random pic taken from the internet, I do not know this delicate creature, but I would so very much enjoy slapping her around, then playing breath control games with her until she was reduced to a shuddering mess of running mascara, and tears.

i confess that I am the person that found those kids who threw the dog off the bridge and thought it was so funny, I was the one that tortured them unmercifully for what they did to that creature. I confess that I destroyed their lifes for their 5 seconds of fun. People like them need to be removed from this planet with the most amount of suffering possible.

Do any of you fellow pervs have any clue as to who this beautiful creature is?

ive grown up in school with this beautiful girl my whole life. she is a sweet and sexual creature always finding new guys to be with. she posts these kind of photos online and it makes me want to cum inside her more and more everyday. i want to know who else wants to use and dominate this sexual angel