I confess that my 28 year old daughter is addicted to heroin. I buy it for her so that she doesn't have to sell her pussy for it. I should really try and get her off it but I love seeing her going about the house completely stoned/fucked up on junk. I love watching her shoot up.

I want to get clean. I don't want to be perverted any more. I just want to get back to a normal sex life. I'm only 18, I don't want to get any worse.

I want to stop being interested in young stuff or incests or anything like that. Even shemale or gays or cross dressing or whatever.

I just want to be satisified fucking one girl and be happy with that. How can I stop being so perverted? It's like i'm a porn addict, but the issue is too taboo to discuss.

If someone a heroin addict, at least they can talk about it and get help. But, if you're addicted to sick stuff, there's no one you can tell without judging you, and there's no one you can talk to if your stuff is borderline illegal.

I've really got to stop this. I havn't DONE anything illegal yet, but I'm really worried because I've been tempted when I'm with my niece or even nephew. I've ignored these dark thoughts, but I can't deny that they are there.

I suppose it's exceptionally difficult for me, being a victim of molestation when I was little really did fuck up my head. But I just want to get normal?? How can I? I could never live with myself if I ruined someone life like mine was ruined.

I've also recently read a story of a friend of a friend who someone worked with got sent down for young download charges including rape and making porn. I don't want that to happen to me so I have to stop now.

It's just that I've always liked girls, ever since I was like 8 shortly after I got molested I've wanted to do things girl who's the same age, and that feeling has never gone away. Even if not to penetrate I just feel some sort of incomprehensible lust towards them which I wish would stop.

I just want to be normal! Please how can I stop? I know a perverted website isn't the best place to ask, but there must be someone out there that knows what to do.

My gf is a huge drug addict. She does basically any drug you can think of, heroin, meth, molly, xanax, anything. I'm worried about her health but at the same time it really turns me on when shes high out of her mind, especially when she shoots up. I want her to stop, but its so sexy when shes completely out of it

She's a thieving, heroin addict whore but I'd still fuck her in the ass. She stayed at my house once. If I'd have known at the time she was a hooker, I'd have raped her for rent.

She's actually a lesbian too so it's even hotter to think that she fucked dudes for the drug money and was probably disgusted the whole time she was taking dick.

I just found out this girl i used to hook up with a few years ago is doing porn.. i couldnt believe it when my friend showed me.. when we were younger i liked her best friend and was hooking up with her, but she liked me too so I was hooking up with the both of them at the same time.. so i wound up hurting her and choosing her best friend over her but still hooking up with her. One night they invited me over and they had "strip party '09 they both dressed up in lingerie for me and wanted me to hook up with both of them I was about 17 at the time and I pruded out I felt too weird hooking up with her in front of the other girl I was going out with and she went and sat in the closet crying and I left her there.. one of the biggest regrets of my life.. but I came out of that situation with a good life lesson.. you usually regret not doing things sexually then doing them.. I find myself saying I should have done this alot more than I have said man I shouldnt have done this so whenever something comes up now a days I never turn it down no matter how weird I feel about it.. but I definitely didnt treat her right.. she has a cleft lip and i feel like thats why shes doing porn because she feels like shes trying to prove something anyway she was the nicest girl and i cant believe i saw this.. i have been trying to get in touch with her lately and we have been playing facebook tag and are never on at the same time but she hasnt texted me like i asked but I dont know if she things I know or not.. I wish I didnt see it.. when I finally do hang out with her again Im not going to tell her I know about it.. anyway the reason I'm posting here is because I want to see her girl on girl video... but I feel wrong.. I was wondering if anyone has any videos of her. a big reason we stopped talking is because I got bad into oxy and then heroin and thats how her father died anyway help me get some winrar motherless

After a hit of heroin, before rehab she was wild! 

this girl used to be hot (as pictured) but she just got arrested for breaking and entering and posession of heroin. hottest bitch in town to a low life criminal.

looking for vids from Icanhazchat.com(Chormondor,Peche or Heroin)

My big money shot. Big , Long ,Hot, Jets of come of cum! and you all most missed out YEAH BABY! It's kind of like your there in the dungeon with me watching the hole thing right?But you are watching me! ( that such a big turn on knowing some one hot like your self would be seeing my orgasm) just When I started to orgasm that's what I was thinking, All of the horny people that would watch or are watching maybe getting hot so this video is for you baby! You may want to replay this but don't I did in real life replay check out my next try with two vib's video shot it the same day, there is not as much come but the video is better please Add a comment if you like it YEAH! BABY !!!Once they were gone I waited to make sure the coast was clear then got to work!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This is my ex wife's story as she went
Straight into their room, straight on with the TV and video and then I rummaged through the drawers.

I found what I was looking for!!

2 video cassettes. One with the title of 'hardcore' written on the label, the other one blank.

I also found a long, or so I thought at the time (it must have been about 6-7 inches in length), white plastic vibrator!

I knew what they were of course.

I had heard others talking about them and seen pics in some of Tony's magazines of adverts for them.

I waited till the video started, a loud blast of music and the words 'Color Climax' appeared on screen.

Then followed an advert or introduction, in which I saw more cocks, fanny's, and spunk than I had ever seen!

I was going to like this I thought to myself.

I lay back on the bed, slipped my knickers off and pulled my skirt right up.

As the action started on screen I got the familiar tingle down below that is still with me today whenever I get turned on!

I was getting wet, very wet and as I watched I was getting really, really turned on.

I switched the vibrator on and as it hummed in my hand I rubbed it against my cheek.

It tickled and I thought to myself, 'Wow if this is what its like on my face what will it be like down there!'

I slowly slid it down to my wet pussy and began to touch my clit!

Christ, I almost jumped off the bed!!

What a thrill, what a sensation. Amazing, simply amazing.

Then as I watched the action on screen I wanted more.

The woman on screen was dressed in stockings, suspenders, high heels the lot.

I knew mum had some.

I had seen her put them on under dresses from time to time. So I paused the tape, Got up and rummaged some more.

I found them in her bottom drawer. A Black lined pair of stockings, a suspender belt and lacy bra.

It was pointless putting the bra on, My tits were developing but no where near mums size!

I did however put on the stockings and suspender belt, and off with my skirt.

I felt so sexy!

I rushed through to my room and got out my highest heeled shoes. Not high at all really, just the highest I had at the time.

I then rushed back through. I restarted the tape and settled into some serious fanny fucking.

I watched as the 'actress' was joined by two men. They then started to chat her up, she was reluctant at first, pretending to be offended and then the next thing was she was playing with them both!

I watched as I ran the humming vibrator over my wet fanny lips. I watched intently as she sank onto one of the cocks onscreen, squatting as she did so and as she sucked on the other guys cock.

I pushed the vibrator up me.

It felt huge, I felt stuffed, full, totally full of my mums vibrator.

I continued to slide it in and out as I watched my on screen heroine being fucked, sucked, licked and eventually double penetrated by the two guys.

I was loving this and felt so grown up, in my sexy stockings (well my mums!) and heels.

I decided to try to copy the woman on screen and got into the positions she did.

On all fours, doggy-style. Squatting. Standing up, lying on my back.

I copied all the positions whilst toying with myself.

Every time thrusting the vibrator up me, or rubbing it over my cunt lips and clit.

I reckon I must have came 3 times by the end.

I was exhausted!!

But I was hooked!! This is what I enjoyed, this is was what I wanted and this is what I thought men would want as well.

I reckon I had a as much use as mum of that vibrator over the next year or so.

I used it alone, in front of boyfriends and much more.

Eventually I would get my own in the ensuing weeks.

And that's how I started on my 'toy' loving fetish or preference, whatever you want to call it!

I confess I've done a lot of sexual stuff throughout my life but very few things I regret. This is not a regret.

My father was a bigamist and had so many wives we lost track. It wasn't a Mormon thing; he never had more under a roof than one at a time, but there were multiples at the same time in different states.

One stepmother and I hated each other. Hated her daughter, my stepsister, as well and the feeling was mutual there. Their existence pretty much was to make my life hell. My revenge on them happened when I was fifteen, stepsister was fourteen, and step-mother was in her mid-30s.

Bit of background: stepmother wasn't a knockout by any means. She wasn't fat but wasn't fit. Smaller tits, unshapely ass, and a bit of a paunch in her stomach. Step-sister was definitely better off as she had a nice tight body, great ass and cute but almost nonexistent tits. My father was the meal ticket the stepmother had always wanted and was afraid of losing that.

One day after school I was on the phone with a girl in the den and the stepsister came in. Stepmother was a stay at home type who always slept throughout most of the day, even past the time the stepsister and I would get home from school. Found out later she was a druggie (no heroin but definitely coke, crack, weed, alcohol, etc) and it comes into play in my revenge.

Anyway, the stepsister came in and was drunk off her ass. Vodka. She was being loud, obnoxious, and a real bitch. She proceeded to tease the hell out of me, showing her tits and ass, telling me I'd never get anyone like her. I hung up the phone and tried to get her to go to her room to sleep it off, but it wasn't happening. She stripped naked in front of me, touching herself and repeating I'd never get anything like her. My cock got hard, seeing her in all her glory, and she noticed. She laughed and struggled with me to get my pants off, taunting me that I "probably have a small cock", followed by "doubt I'd even be able to feel it".

I don't know what came over me but I responded, "Want to see it? I can prove it's not small." She sarcastically said yes and I stripped, hard cock out there. She stopped laughing and mocking but didn't do much else. No real reaction but staring at it. I moved up to her, my cock brushing her belly, looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Now let's see if you can feel it..."

I grabbed her, turned her around, forced her head onto the desk, and entered her from behind. I fucked her like mad. Relentless, aggravated, hate filled pounding. Between groans and other sounds she'd let out a weak "mommy" now and again. The whole thing was heightened by the fact that her mother was just down the hall.

I pulled out and came all over her ass. She stayed bent over the desk for a few minutes as I got dressed and grabbed a smoke. When I looked at her again she had tears in her eyes. She told me she was a virgin and I took her virginity. I asked her if she liked it. She said "yes" in a whispered voice, face down as if in shame. We didn't talk about it again the rest of the night.

The next day after school she came into the room again. I for sure thought she was going to confront me or tell me she had told her mother but she didn't. She asked if we could do it again, just like last time. She was stone cold sober this time. I bent her over the desk and took her again. This time she was letting out more than just groans; she was moaning and getting into it. I came on her ass again and this time she stood up and kissed me. We spent the next month fucking every day after school and squeezing a few times in during the nights and weekends. She wanted to try everything so she gave me head, I fucked her in the ass, and we screwed all over that house. Always it was me being the aggressor and dominating her.

One day we were having sex in the bathroom. I had just finished cumming on her face and she was sucking my cock clean. The door opened and her mother was in the middle of asking if she as okay as she'd heard noises. Her mother stopped and saw her daughter with my cock halfway down her throat, cum dripping down her face. To say her mother went ballistic was an understatement. After all the yelling and threats died down my stepmother told us she was going to think whether to tell my father. A few days went by and nothing was said but the idea of it hang over my head.

The stepmother, as I stated, was a druggie. When my father was out of town on business trips she'd bring her druggie friends over and they'd get high and drunk in her room. One of her druggie friends was an older woman, mid-40s, who was a total butterface. Amazing body but just a messed up drug and prostitution face. She'd given me the once over a few times before but her looks were filled with something a bit more this time and I figured the stepmother had told her what had happened.

The stepsister had gone over to a friend's house for the weekend so I was home alone with the stepmother and her druggie whore friend. They had been getting high and drunk all day. At about 1am I woke up to the druggie whore sucking my cock. When she noticed I was awake she stopped long enough to tell me that the stepmother had indeed told her what happened and she had to see for herself what her "niece" had been fucking. She sucked me until I came in her mouth, cleaned me off, then sat on the bed. She asked if it had been fun fucking my stepsister. I told her yes. She told me that she started doing what she did because her dad fucked her, but that she secretly enjoyed it and thought that the stepsister and I should be able to continue fucking since we both enjoyed it so much.

She stopped talking for a moment, a smirk coming across her face, when she blurted that she had an idea. She told me to stay in my bed until she came back and got me. I didn't know what she had planned but I grabbed a smoke and did as I was told.

About thirty minutes later she came back in, completely nude but with a strap-on on. She told me to follow her.

We got to the stepmother's bedroom door, which was wide open, and I saw that my stepmother was tied up and blindfolded in a doggystyle position. The druggie whore whispered to me that her and my stepmother would spend most of their days getting high, drunk and fucking; always the druggie whore fucking my stepmother with her strap-on. She told me to stand at the door and watch, jerking just enough to keep me hard but not cumming. The druggie whore went into the room and started fucking my stepmother.

About ten minutes into it the druggie whore pulled out and came back over to me. She told me it was my turn. I told her this was a bad idea but she said, "Her and I talk. She's told me hundreds of times how she wants to fuck you. Hell, since she found out you were fucking her daughter she's had me pretend to be you. Trust me."

I stood there for a minute, bewildered. While the stepmother wasn't as hot as the daughter I wouldn't have said no to fucking at this point in my life, yet I was still afraid of the consequences of fucking her. I also wasn't exactly trusting of a druggie whore. She whispered to me, "either you get over there and fuck her or I'm going to bend you over and fuck you with this." She stroked and shook her strap-on with a sneer on her face.

I decided "what the fuck" and mounted my stepmother from behind. I fucked her with the same fervor I had her daughter. My stepmother was screaming and yelling and moaning and enjoying it. The druggie whore came over to watch closely and after a bit she motioned for me to flip my stepmother on her back. I did so, reentered and kept fucking. Just as I was getting close to cumming the druggie whore leaned in and whispered to me to cum inside my stepmother. The look on my face told her I was afraid of knocking her up, so she followed with a "it's ok". I don't know why I trusted her in that moment but I don't think I cared at that point, I was too focused on my orgasm. As I reached climax the druggie whore yanked the blindfold off my stepmother, grabbed her head and forced her to look at me. I shot my load into my stepmother's pussy as a look of total shock was on her face. She hadn't even had time to properly react.

I pulled out and sat back on the bed. The druggie whore told my stepmother that now that she'd had my cock too she couldn't say anything about my fucking her daughter. My stepmother was pissed for a moment but then relented. She agreed that I could resume fucking her daughter if I fucked her too. The druggie whore added in that I had to fuck her too whenever she was over.

For the next year and a half I fucked my stepsister, stepmother and the druggie whore. The stepmother and stepsister never did anything to each other but more than enough times one would watch as I fucked the other. The druggie whore and I would switch off on fucking both at the same time. The druggie whore eventually buried her strap-on in me quite a few times before finding out that I'd already had that happen before and that I'd been taking cock in my ass for quite a while by then. Stepmother took a few turns with the strap-on in me as well.

Eventually the marriage between my stepmother and father ended and I never saw them again. The druggie whore got a few more years out of me, turned my ass out a few times when I was down and out and passed me around to some friends, but those are stories for another time.

My confession is I'm gonna try heroin for the first time Friday night. Wanted to forever. Tried most things (including three stints in rehab, hahaha) but never smack. I am very fucking excited, not just for the junk but bc I got a chick who's gonna be shooting with me and she is the hottest piece of ass I've ever seen. Just her and me. Tina's gonna party with us first so when we fuck we'll blow our minds then we'll do the main even with the fine china.

I am so fucking stoked and if I ain't dead after I rape this chick's ass a million times I'll take pics for all you homeboys. Just gotta remember to do it before the big party starts bc ain't much gonna happen then. YEAH BITCHES!!! hahaha

If you got any advise lemme know ok?thanks! hahaha

Hey there, I posted awhile ago and ima try to keep you guys posted on this,
Okay so recently ive been want to fuck my mom,
Shes like 46, shes also started doing drugs again.
I think shes doing heroin and some other bs when she dosnt
Use heron.anyways, she has nice tits, big ass, pretty much shes really fuckable.
I sent her a text message "can we have sex" hoping for some type
Of reply, we were in the same house and I heard her receive
The message, my heart was pounding. And I thought I heard a little gasp.
Oh well, shes been acting weird since then, lile couldnt make eye contacf, fumbling words,
But shes also a drug addict, lol. I want to be straight forward, but thats just tough.
I got the thought in her head and im waiting for her to make the first move, but she hasnt come
On strong enough. ill keep ya posted I promise. And some advice or something from you
Guys would be great. Thanks. This is also a confession. So I dont die of guilt/shame.

I'm trying to find a video I saw al long time ago on here. It was of a brother and sister doing drugs and then fucking. This wasn't a studio production and only involved a brother and sister. I think they said it was heroin that the sister had just taken but I can't remember. Please let me know if someone can find it.

To any girls out there reading this, i have an honest question. As a guy, i abhore sexual harassment of any kind in reality, since it really is a nasty thing that leaves the victim physically and mentally scarred. However i can't help but be aroused by the theme of it on a purely fantay level. I dont go in for the sadistic parts of it, merely the raw sexual side. I know that there is actually quite a selection of female erotica out there, even old period novels centered around a heroin being overtaken and assaulted by a lead love interest, with her eventually giving in and surrendering to it. Im curious how many of you find the idea of rough or forced sex to be arousing and why? And what is your opinion of a guy who finds that sorta stuff to be arousing? Dont hold back. If you think im a total ass for even asking let me know. Im interested in taking an honest survey.

Bin ich der einzige, dem die Amateurvideos mit aktivem Drogenmissbrauch negativ auffallen? Dies ist eine Pornoseite, keine Seite mit Anleitungen zum Drogenkonsum. 'ne Tanne Dope drehen, okay, aber Spritzen, Heroin, whatever hartes Zeugs? Echt jetzt??? @Motherless, ich denke, es wird Zeit, dass ihr das unterbindet!

Super heroine has been in a street fight

Heroin and horny, would you use it? 

What would you do with this super heroine wannabe?

Police in South Lanarkshire

Last night announced the discovery of an arms cache of 200 semi-automatic rifles with 25,000 rounds of ammunition, 20 tonnes of heroin, £5 million in forged UK banknotes and 25 trafficked Ukrainian prostitutes, all in warehouse behind the public library in Larkhall.

Local residents were stunned and a community spokesman said, "we're all in a state of shock, we never even knew we had a library"

from a friend of mine in scottland

I confess I want to be a Cult Leader. Seducing men and women, leading them to a life of complete indulgence in sex, drugs, murder and cannibalism. If you want to shoot heroin into your dick and fuck a horse, DO IT. If you want to smoke meth and have sex with children, DO IT! If you want to kill a law enforcement officer or political figure, the group will help. No Gods but ourselves. Mate, Feed, Kill, Repeat.

I confess that I enjoy hurting heroin addicts........

I'm having a problem that is getting out of hand. I'm a well off man in my mid 20s but I have a bad fetish where I enjoy abusing women during sex and enjoy seeing them in pain. I had a girlfriend that would allow me to do what ever I wanted to her and when we broke up I've started directing my attention to prostitutes that are hooked on heroin. I'll look for the girls that are at the bottom end of their drug cycle. These girls have such a high level of desperation they will tolerate any kind of abuse to get a fix. These girls are tough and are used to being slapped in the face. I won't pretend that they enjoy it though.

For some reason I enjoy seeing the agony on their faces when start ramming my cock in her ass. Its not the pain they are enduring that turns me on its their struggle with it. I have brought a few women to tears through anal sex and for some sad reason that's when I enjoy sex the most. For a moment watching these women over come the pain is the most beautiful thing in the world. Then when I orgasm just like the the feelings gone then I feel so guilty over it. I feel so ashamed. The moment its over I feel so bad for them. So far I've only had one girl become angry with me after wards. The other girls seem to like "understand" my problem for some reason, as if it happens to them all the time. By the time I get to the girls they are already sick from withdrawal. So to help ease their suffering I'll drive them to their seller so they can get their fix. One girl that was crying and screaming during our session even fell asleep in my arms after she had injected. She seemed so at peace considering how much I roughed her up when I raped her earlier. Funny thing is she kept saying I didn't rape her.

I love doing drugs, I wish I could do them every day. I might become a heroin addict.

The Freudian Slip
An erotic, mostly true story (names omitted) of finding the love of my life.

It was my first marriage, but she already had a child when she was a teen. I met her when I was 35, she was 33 and her daughter was 18. She dedicated her life to her daughter and finally when her daughter turned 18, she decided it was time to slow down and find someone special. The honeymoon didn’t last that long in our marriage. I was always ‘too sexual’ for her, always ‘groping her inappropriately’. The final straw was when I found some emails and a text message about how she liked sucking on his dick before he stuck it in her ass. I was a broken man for a long time. I invested myself into my ex-wife 1000%. Her daughter was very beautiful, and I never even once hit on her, or made any moves.
After much therapy, I came out the other end ok. It’s been 15 years and I’m 50 years old now. Sometimes I’ll have anxiety, so I’ll go through my insurance and find a therapist or counselor. My insurance recommended a woman and I called to make an appointment. It took about a week, but the day came and I went to her office and low and behold it was my ex’s daughter (step daughter). She was a bit shocked to see me. She said she saw my name but she was sure it was someone else. She had beautiful long brown hair, nice hourglass figure, brown eyes and soft supple breasts seemingly not strapped in by a bra. She blushed, she knew I was looking.
“It’s been a long long time, dad. What have you been up to? What do you want to talk about today?”
“Well I don’t know how this works, perhaps this is a conflict of interest – because sometimes I think I have PTSD because of what happened between you and your mother. I’ve been ok I guess. Well obviously not perfect, because I’m here…”
“Oh, tell me more…” She said, looking me in the eyes. I shied away, looking down at the floor.
“Don’t be nervous, you can tell me anything.”
“I’ve never been married since your mother left me, I just didn’t want to be hurt again. I feel my life is just bland but I also don’t want to go through the physical and mental pain again.”
“Physical pain?” she asked.
“Depression, when I’m depressed my body aches horribly.”
“Understandable. So I’ll be honest with you, when I moved out and after she did that to you I broke contact with her,” she said still looking at me in the eyes, she smiled, “she ruined her own life to be honest, and she did her best to ruin yours too.”
I looked at her confused, “what do you mean she ruined her life?”
“Take a deep breath, dad.” She laughed, “Can I call you that?”
“Yes, of course. You never got to know your own biological father, so of course you can call me dad.”
“Good, we’re on a Freudian path” she laughed, then continued, “Dad listen, the guy she left you for had her hooked on some bad things. I was away at school and she was smoking meth and crack. The last time I saw her she was at a clinic and had track marks all up and down her legs from heroin usage. You dodged a bullet. She’s tested positive for HIV, and a bunch of STDs – probably from whoring herself out to get drugs. So I couldn’t handle being around her anymore so I cut ties with her. And I found it awful that she did that to you. You were always so nice to her, to me. You expressed your love in so many ways and she shit all over you. I looked up to you, always thinking that when I find a guy or girl that I’d want someone like you. Hell, when my mom met you I had a major crush on you. In a lot of ways I wish you would have kept in contact but I do understand the emotional trauma of what she did pushed you away. I did kind of stalk you, you’re pretty easy to find on Google, so I kept track of you but kept my distance because I didn’t want to remind you of the trauma mom had caused you and me too.”
I didn’t know what to say, it was a lot to take in.
“I just don’t know what to say, that’s horrible what happened to her,” I said, feeling a little bit of peace that the bitch was getting dragged through the sewer like the cunt she was.
She put a hand on mine, “It’s ok dad. You probably feel a lot of rage and anger and that’s why you’re here.”
I looked into her eyes and I melted. She absolutely was putting on the moves.
“Tell you what,” she said, “My last appointment is at 7:30 PM, so why don’t we catch up over some coffee? You’re a coffee drinker, right?”
“Uh, yeah absolutely.”
So I made plans to meet her after she got off at a well-known coffee shop (Starbucks). I was a bit worried that I was taking her kindness wrong, that I was mistaking it for being interested in me.
I got her cell number and left.
On my way to Starbucks she texted me, “What kind of coffee do you want? Already here – I got this round!”
So I texted her I just wanted the house coffee with cream and sugar.
She was sitting at a table with her laptop and I approached her and sat down.
She looked up and smiled, and then gestured around her, “look at all of these nosey people who can’t mind their own business when an attractive looking man sits down near a younger professional female. That’s human psychology, always judging, always making shit up in people’s heads.”
I laughed, “well, they have dirty minds then – forget them. How have you been all these years? You look absolutely stunning, and I’m not saying that out of turn – just letting you know you’ve grown into a very fine woman!”
She blushed, “And how does that line go…” she thought for a second, “you sir, have aged like a fine wine.”
I laughed, “you’re totally hitting on me.”
“I’ve got daddy issues, daddy. Seriously, my mother doesn’t know who she lost. I’ll be honest, I’d take pictures of you and masturbate to them, I had such a huge crush on you. You’d get my panties soaked just by giving me a hug, and well – just being around me, can confirm, you still do.”
My anxiety started to kick in, “is this a joke?”
“Absolutely not. I was so jealous of my mother, I wanted you so bad.”
My dick was getting hard.
“Yeah but you probably have someone special now, and I don’t want you to be unfaithful to them.”
“No, I’ve had a few girlfriends, but nothing serious at all. I’m a single girl enjoying my freedom. I didn’t charge you for the session today. I won’t ever charge you, ok?”
“So you’re a lesbian?” I asked.
“No, I swing both ways,” she laughed and spilled a little bit of her coffee.
“Yeah but I was your father for a few years and …”
“That’s what makes it so hot, you literally are my Freudian sexual fantasy, that step dad that every girl wants to fuck but never gets to fuck and here you are… and well, perhaps this pussy still has a chance?”
I was done talking, I haven’t had sex in years, “It absolutely does.”
We went back to my place, I was nervous as hell.
She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, “mom lied, she said you had an ugly little dick – this is a thick monster.”
Her lips wrapped around the head and she started sucking. I felt her open her mouth wider and I was in the back of her throat.
She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her bra off revealing her beautiful breasts, looking up into my eyes as she continued to suck me.
“Daddy, I want you to be bad….” I pulled my shirt off, she caressed my chest and her lips stopped sucking, and she kissed me on the lips, and then let her tongue work its way back down to my throbbing cock. She pushed me down on the sofa, and started going to town on my dick with a passion I’ve never seen before. With her mouth full of my throbbing meat, she’d moan. I felt like I was going to cum, and pulled her head off of my dick.
“Mmmm, daddy likes my mouth,” she said erotically, “wait until daddy’s dick get’s a taste of his daughter’s tight little pussy…”
“You’re a bad girl,” I whispered to her.
“You have no idea daddy, I’ve been a very bad girl.” She moved her naked body across mine, I could feel her soft warm breasts gliding on my skin. Her mouth enveloped mine, her tongue jutting inside my mouth and I could taste her sweet saliva. Her hips swiveled, teasing the head of my cock with her dripping wet pussy. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Mommy never wanted me to have a dick this good, daddy,” she said as she pushed down on my cock, taking all of me inside her wet, tight hole.
“Make me a good girl, daddy I’ve been so fucking bad!”
I smacked her ass with my hand hard, “Watch your mouth, you know better than to swear around me!”
“Oh yess daddy! I’m so sorry daddy, it’s just that your dick feels so fucking good in me.”
I spanked her again, even harder as her pussy massaged my cock. I grabbed her beautiful tits and licked her nipples. I felt her body tense up, her pussy locked on to my cock – all of her muscles tightened and she let out a scream and began bucking wildly.
“Oh fuck daddy, daddddy your cock is so good I’m cumming.”
I felt a flow of warmth dripping down my balls as she collapsed on top of me.
I held her tightly and kissed her forehead as she panted, I could feel her pussy muscles convulsing in pleasure around my hard dick.
She whispered, “daddy, I always wanted to taste your cum…”
She got up and knelt between my legs and started stroking my cock, then licking it with her tongue.
Her lips gently kissed the tip of my penis, and then she swallowed it. I could feel my balls tightening up, and she cupped them in one hand and stroked my cock with the other as she blew me.
I called her name, “I’m going to cum.”
She didn’t relent, she quickened her pace, sucking harder, stroking faster. I emptied my balls in her mouth. Pulsating over and over, cum sprayed into her warm wanting mouth. I could feel her gulping down each ejaculation as I lost complete control of my body. I grabbed her head and pulled her lips down to the base of my cock and kept coming in the back of her throat. She swallowed it all.
We decided to date, and after a few years we tied the knot. Some people might be wondering about the legalities, but I never legally adopted her. My ex-wife and I were only married for about 3 years. My “stepdaughter” moved out when she was 19, almost 20 – but she always treated me with respect and we were pretty good friends. The last we heard, my ex moved to another state, and she might have passed on from a drug overdose. Neither my new wife, nor I want to research it or find out. I guess that's what prompted me to write it on Motherless. She's Motherless - and has been for a long time it seems.
Anyhow: That’s how I met my second wife. We have a lot of fun, and we’re extremely in love and she’s pregnant now. She’s due in 3 months! Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes you have to walk through fire – but understand that things will eventually get better, it just might take some time.
No, that picture isn’t her – I chose it because it looks like her (so much so that it could be her twin lol).
We still do daddy daughter role playing! I’m also ok with her having some fun with women if she wants but she chooses not to.
“You fulfill my fantasies, daddy.”
Real? Fake? I don't really care if anyone believes it - I just needed to vent.
Peace.

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

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

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

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

The answers I found may surprise you!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If 20 million illegal aliens returned 'home' --

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, here are some interesting Statistics!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I confess that I just recently fou.d out that my gf has been doing heroin for the last 2 months. She stopped about 6 days ago but she's having withdrawal symptoms like nausea n body aches n she has trouble sleeping. So, being the complete perv that I am, I suggested that she take some ambien to help her sleep. I also gave her a couple shots of crown royal :)..... about 30 min after she passed out I lubed up her asshole n started working my dick in there. I ended up cumming twice in her ass while she was passed out... should I feel bad about this? Afterall... she completely trusts me n has no idea that im the kind of guy that would fuck her ass in her sleep lol

I confess I am going to end my life soon.
How should I do it.
My plan is to go to Amsterdam, rent me a couple of hookers for 2 days, fulfill all my fantasies with them, then OD on massive amounts of Heroin.

Anyone else have a better idea?

Ok, i feel i need to go about this very specifically due to basic fears and preconceptions round here.

I have a question for a specific group that lurks about here. Before i ask it, dear god. Keep it civil, no visual aids, no links, and on both sides please no primal psycho rage.

My question is simply, Why?

stay with me now. This gets a little between the lines, anti's just stay mellow, it's still illegal and zero tolerance, folks in question don't get too into... well actually i dont' get quite what but try and treat it as a clinical question if you can.

I understand that this may get a bit uh, weird. But let's try to keep the visceral language and finger pointing to a minimum.

and yes i'm ducking the direct question because i'm a pussy. Now that we've cleared the air on that let's move on.

My question has been established. Why?

My confusion comes from my own perspective and capacity for inference.

Your preferred group, biologically, are basically pre-sex. I can't tell if one is male or female save for the color scheme on their clothes.

Being as they are sexless i remain confused as to the appeal. Stay calm.

Personally i believe any person has the right to do whatever the fudge they want in a darkened room wherein nobody realizes they exist in the first place. Which isn't a jab, it's exactly what i mean.

You want to smoke meth, shoot heroin, hold pet beauty pageants or have your mailman strangle you with a designer gator skin belt while you beat off to vintage cartoon characters; go for it.

Admittedly, the only reason i won't include it on that list is i feel certain folks would focus on that and lose sight of the question i'm asking.

I will say this. So long as it's legal to masturbate yourself into a rage-gasm over murder scene and autopsy photos it may as well be legal to beat off to any pre-existing evidence of human horror. Dude didn't murder any one, he just got way too into the photos proving it happened. It creeps me out, but whatever. No one said he has to be within a square mile of anyone i want to keep from him.

If i'm going to be self appointed thought police, however, then kill me now.

I've made peace with many other lifestyles, or mental illness or mutations or doctrines or fuck you get over yourselves that many people take to the grave, but this one just makes no sense to me at all.

The God freaks of any brand are afraid of being punished or positive they will be rewarded. In either case, because of others.

Druggies are addicted, biochemically and subsequently psychologically dependant.

Gays are just gay. period.

Beasties are demented, but i can make peace purely on the sense of ignorance. If It's legal to grind animals into big macs and tasteless clothes, it's legal to fuck them.

But this thing seems basically rooted in predatory mentality. i may be wrong but that's why i ask.

even serial killers admit to being basically sexually obsessed. Stay cool.

I'm not saying you are all rapists or cannibals or predators. It does however seem that the exclusive proprietors of your content are.

At that point i get back to the crime scene photos. That's basically what your content seems to be. Evidence of a crime. I'm no johnny law. i smoke my reefer and abide selectively like any American (hold it against me if you must i make no apology for being born at random), but i can't see past the victimization.

Is it a power trip? like a rape fantasy that has fallen so low on dominance that it manifests itself in this way? Comments here on motherless for the so called "weak stuff" seem to imply that dominance, pain and victimization are tantamount to the appeal.

If so, then at that point you lose me. I'm no stranger to the potentials of human cruelty, but there seems to be an outcry from your group that this is not your motivation, meanwhile others in your community seem to state otherwise. Quite directly in fact.

I'm neither looking to be sold on it, nor dissuaded. I have my sexual identity quite intact. I myself find sexual delight in plump to simply put fat ass white women, I'm simply confused and at a loss.

Further, the only reason i feel it warrants such discussion at all is the fact that it seems such a perpetual pervasive issue not just here, but anywhere a person doesn't have to own it right up front.

oh well, fuck it. I asked the question; do with it what you will. Even if that is nothing. Our own eyes are upon us, no greater authority matters.

If you have an honest opinion of your own, feel free to share. If you're looking to go to war either for or against, Then that topic already exists.

If at this point you have no idea what i'm talking about, what are you even doing here when you could be beating off to titties or making racist comments?

Maybe i'm wasting my time. Later wankers.

I confess that I really am a skank in every sense of the word. Even a lot of the lowlifes who use this site would look down on me. I wish I was normal and was treated normally by men, but for some reason they just see me as a piece of meat.

I grew up in Glasgow. Was abused from a young age. Was an alcoholic by the age of 16. Was thrown out and made homeless by 17. Prostituted myself up until 20. Beyond my abuse I have been raped 3 times. Was addicted to coke and then heroine. I've been fucked in public, fucked by groups, fucked by young men, fucked by old men, fucked by women. I have even done porn, but don't ask for it, because I don't know where it would be. I've had more STDs than hot dinners.

I am now 29. I haven't had sex in nearly two years. Haven't had a drink in that time either. Haven't done drugs in three years. The only reason why I come here is because it is the only place that unlocks the real me.

Met this girl a few years ago. Forgot I had this photo of her.
Some of the tightest pussy I've ever had. LOVED to fuck.
But she turned to heroin & pills and fucked her life up.
Wish I could get some of this pussy again.

Does anyone else think the strung out heroin chic girls are sexy?

I confess last night was the frist time i was with a girl who is on heroin..
Fuck me i never thought she would be such a dirty whore, she was up for anything and all she wanted was a few euro!

She is 21, skinny, small tits kinda has a fat ass and great blowjob lips.
I also stole her knickers before i left..
:)

I love to pay for pussy. You cant match that exileration of knowing that i own you and you have 1 purpose to serve. No Ive never had a problem getting pussy for free from randoms, and that satifies my desires as well, but treating pussy like property is my heroin. Ive fucked hookers in brothels in Spain and Germany, and hookers in the US from Cali to FL. Ive been lucky in that I havent caught anything. Ive had many encounters from randoms too that make for some pretty hot story times. If theres any interest i will post some. All true stories of course

last night i walked to the shops for a couple of cans, which is something i dont usually do as im not a big drinker. the shop is only a 5min walk from my place and on the way this little chav (google "chav" if you dont know the meaning) approached me wanting a ciggie, now if he'd of asked politely i probably would have given him one but what i got was "oy mate, now then, gimme a fag" so i said "no" and walked on thinking that would be that.

he followed me to the shops and as i got closer to the entrance he got closer to me and i thought he's gonna try something here and prepared myself for a confrontation. he got infront of me and gave me �5 and said "now then, get us a bottle of qc, a mars bar and some rizzla" he had his hand on my chest trying to stop me form going forward and i just said "what am i? your personal shopping assistant?"

he got a upset by this and proceeded to not move out of my way and kept saying "where ya goin? where ya goin?" and i just forced my way past him, the shop keeper yelled at him "take one step in here and this time im calling the police" a few nights earlier this chav cunt helped himself to some booze and ciggies after knocking the shop owners wife to the ground.

so as im leaving with my 4 pack of stella this twat is acting like hes my best friend, he must of been on smack or something because this behaviour aint normal at all. he kept kicking my carrier bag just hard enough to really piss me off as he was following me along. i thought to myself i dont want this shit stain follwing me home so i put the bag down and thought i'll just have a few word with him and tell him politely to please fuck off away from me.

he gets eyeball to eyeball close to me almost immediately and said "i want a fag" so i headbutted him and he hit the floor like a ton of bricks screaming and yelling like a retard on the floor. i picked my bag up crossed the road continued on, and then a shoe flys past me ear. and hes back on his feet minus a shoe screaming hes gonna stab me with an aids infected needle in the arse. so i walk on with his shoe in my bag.

he didnt like this and he didnt like getting his foot wet either, so he started manicly hopping over towards me screaming and shouting almost in tears "i want my fuckin shoe back ya bastard, just give it back, pleeeeeease!!"

so im almost pissing myself laughing and i started to feel a tiny bit sorry for him. so as im getting his shoe out i noticed a small sachet of brown powder in his shoe which i emptied into my bag before throwing his shoe a good 15 metres into the road in the opposite direction. he hopped like a fucking pogo stick to get to it, and i just dissapeared into the night.

im gonna go back to the shops later tonight with what i can only guess as being his heroin. if i see him i'll have him performing all kinds of tricks and stunts if he wants it back, might even film it on my phone - keep you all updated, bye~

I confess I've been fucking a homeless woman for the past 5 days, and have been paying for her cheap hotel room, buying her food too.
It all started last Friday on the 11th of June. I went to the store and this woman was on the sidewalk, her head between her hands looking down at the ground. She had a small sign that read, "hungry and homeless please help." She had dark brown hair, tan skin - and from what I could see a nice figure. She looked to be in her mid 20s, and I approached her, put $5 in her cup and turned around to go inside the store.
I heard a soft, "thank you."
Not looking back I casually said, "no problem, I hope things get better for you."
I went in the store and bought some items, but also thought I should get her something to eat too. So I did. They had sub sandwiches for $5, and I got her one, plus a box of chocolate chip cookies as a desert.
I got out of the store, and she was still there, head between her hands. I placed the sandwich and box of cookies next to her and turned around to walk away.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked, with her soft voice.
I turned around and she was no longer sulking, or hiding her face. She had no makeup on, but was absolutely beautiful. Her blue eyes penetrated me, and then I noticed she had a black eye and a few bruises on her neck.
"Holy shit," I was horrified, "are you okay?"
"I- I am fine. I don't need your pity. This is what happens when you hook up with an abusive asshole. Thank you, god bless you for helping me."
"Look, whoever did that to you..." I searched for the right words, "I hope you don't have any contact with them anymore."
"I don't, that's why I'm homeless. I don't want to go to a shelter, I tried that and someone stole everything I had."
Someone walked by smoking a cigarette, and she asked to bum one.
"Get a job," the guy mumbled.
I pulled out my wallet, "here's two dollars for a cig."
He stopped and pulled a cigarette out and gave me one.
"Be more empathetic," I told him. He shrugged and walked away mumbling under his breath.
I handed her the cigarette, she already had a lighter and with a tiny flick of her thumb it was lit.
She inhaled it deeply, and I noticed she seemed far off and distant for a second as if she was thinking of a better time.
"Not too many people give a fuck about people like me..." she said.
"I try to - but the way society is, well we're all pretty much fucked." I told her.
"Yeah, well you probably got a white picket fence and a house, and me - well I make a lot of bad decisions, as you can tell." She lifted up the cigarette gesturing that smoking was one of them.
My dick started thinking for me at this point. She was pretty, had a nice body, nice tits. Her face was rounded with nice cheek bones. She was a bit dirty. Her shirt was stained, and she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Her jean shorts were faded and ripped.
I was attracted to this woman, and blurted out, "If you need a place to stay..." I stopped myself. I didn't know her, and certainly couldn't invite her back to my place.
She looked me in the eyes and I could tell she was about to cry.
"If you need a place to stay I could get you a hotel for a few nights. Get you some food, try to help you get on your feet. Help you apply for jobs."
She smirked as a tear rolled down her dirty face, "No. I don't need you to be my savior. I'll be okay, really."
"I'm not looking to be your savior, nothing like that. I try to help people as much as I can. I don't have anyone in my life that I have to pay for, I'm a 38 year old loser to be honest. Sure I have a good paying job, I have my own place - but... well. What do I have to show for it."
"You have a house, probably a wife, kids..." She said looking down at the sidewalk.
"I don't, that's what I mean - I don't have anything to show for all of my accomplishments... so if I can help you, it makes me feel better about my life. Understand?"
She put her cigarette out on the sidewalk, grabbed her backpack and got up. She was sexy, with toned legs, nice hips, perky full breasts - her nipples poking through her stained shirt. If she took a nice hot shower, she would clean up well. Perfect 10 in my book.
"I'm in a bad situation, I guess I need all the help I can get at this point."
We walked to my car and I opened the door for her, she laughed a little.
"And they say chivalry is dead," she said as she shut the door.
I got in and started my car. I knew there was a cheap hotel a few miles down the road. We had a bit of small talk, she said she went to college for finances but dropped out because she met her ex that she 'fell madly in love with,' but that the relationship turned out to be a complete nightmare.
I asked if she had parents, or siblings that could help her out, and she got pretty quite.

"When I was a teen, my family went on a road trip that I refused to go on. They didn't even leave the city and their car was hit by a drunk driver. I lost my mom, my dad and my brother. The police showed up at the house and that's how I found out. So I got put into the foster care system until I reached 18... then I left. No aunts or uncles, nobody. Grandparents passed when I was a child, I don't remember them. I'm all by myself, and I have been since my parents died. My foster parents were loaded. They paid for all of my college, but when I dropped out because of my ex, they pulled all their funding and disowned me... which is completely understandable but I just can't forgive them for turning their backs on me. I know I'm not even their own flesh and blood, so they didn't even need to pay anything after I left."
I didn't say anything. I felt bad for her. She was completely alone.
We got to the hotel, $55 a night, which wasn't bad. I could surely afford to house her there for a few days.
I went in and paid for 5 days. With tax it was just under $300. I got the key and went back to my car and handed it to her.
"It's all yours. Just don't trash the place okay?" I said laughing.
She laughed, "Hey you're welcome to come in, I like talking to you. I haven't talked about this shit in a very long time."
My dick woke the fuck up, "Sure, it's good to get bad things we've experienced out of our systems. I'd be happy to talk to you about anything you want!"
We went to the designated room and she unlocked it, she went in first and I followed her.
Someone had the air conditioner cranking full blast, and the room felt like it was 50F degrees.
She turned it off, then turned around towards me.
"Look at me, inviting a guy to a hotel room and I don't even know his name..."
"I'm Jason, nice to meet you..." I left it open because I didn't know her name either.
"Judy," she said as she plopped her backpack on the bed. She opened up her backpack and pulled out some red and white underwear and walked over to the sink. She turned on the water and soaked them, using soap to scrub them.
"Ugh, I barely ever get to wear clean clothes - so I do my best to keep at least my underwear clean!"
"I mean, yeah - I'd probably do the same thing too if I was in your situation."
She stopped washing them and hung them over the ledge of the counter near the sink to dry. Judy tried to fix her hair up in the mirror as best she could, but she really needed a brush.
"Hey, if you want I can buy you a brush or whatever... do you need anything else?"
She paused and looked in the mirror at my reflection still standing by the door.
"Am I a kept woman now? Are you going to buy me all these things and keep me locked away in your tower?" She seemed a bit agitated.
"No! I'm not like that, I just wanted to help you out. Look, I'll let you be - I just really understand how things can really get bad."
I turned to open the door, "Take care of yourself, ok?"
"Hey wait, I'm sorry... I'm just... No one has ever tried to help me like you have... tell you what, you can get me deodorant and a brush. Maybe some red lipstick and some blush? A toothbrush and toothpaste? See, I'm getting greedy now." She was smiling.
"Ok, consider it done!"
"I'm going to take a shower, clean up - can you go get that stuff? I'd love to sit down and talk to you more."
I did. I went to a store and got her everything she asked for. I thought about getting a pack of condoms but then thought there wasn't any point. I was there to help her, not fuck her. Yes I wanted to fuck her but given she was abused, she's probably not going to want to have sex. So about 25 minutes later I was back at the hotel room, and knocked on her door.
She opened the door, her hair was still wet, she changed her shirt to a black shirt that revealed a lot more cleavage, and I could see a perfect outline of her tits. Her nipples were very obviously erect. She also changed her pants to jogging pants. She smelled of hotel room soap and shampoo. Her eyes caught me checking out her tits, but she didn't say anything at all. She was very beautiful all around.
I went in and sat down in the single chair that occupied the hotel room. She bounced on the bed and found the TV remote on the side table, clicking the TV on. She flipped through some channels and then turned to me, ignoring the TV.
"So what's a nice guy like you single for? I mean not that I'm any catch or anything like that... but honestly - no girlfriend? No wife? What's up with that?"
"Judy, sometimes life throws bullshit at you, ya know?" I said, kinda looking down, a bit embarrassed about being single.
"I was engaged once. I was going to marry someone but she decided she liked a fat tow truck driver instead... so one day I came home early from work and this fat greasy bearded ugly dude was fucking my fiancé, right on the bed. She yelled at me like it was my fault. Her tow truck driver fuck buddy got off her and charged at me, so I got into a huge fight with him. He fractured 2 of my ribs, I busted his eye socket and jaw. Cops came, he was arrested for assault. That was 10 years ago."
"Oh damn Jason, I'm so sorry. People are such assholes."
"That, they are."
She pointed to her black eye, "see this? This is what happened to me when I caught my ex doing meth. I smelled something funny and when I found him he was smoking it. Something broke in him, idk what happened because the next thing I remember I was waking up on the floor with a pounding headache. That was a few days ago. I packed a bag and left. It's not like things were good between us anyway. He was fucking this other woman, I really didn't care because I'm bisexual and ok with open relationships, but he started paying more attention to her. Turns out she was doing heroine, and he started to do it too. Then they got into meth, and I warned him that I'd leave him if he didn't clean himself up. It got worse, and I fell out of love with him. I just stayed there because I had no where else to go, and no one else to turn to. Well, after waking up when he knocked me out I knew it was time to leave." Judy looked sad as she remembered the traumatic events.
"Hey, I'm sorry that shit happened to you, but you're safe now ok? Judy look at me."
She did.
"You are safe now," I said again.
"Hey Jay, come over here and join me on the bed so we can watch some stupid program that we don't even give a fuck about," she said wiping a tear away.
I sat on the bed, away from her.
"Get over here!" she pointed to the empty spot next to her, "damn you're so fucking shy it's cute!"
I moved next to her. She put my arm around her and snuggled into my chest. She put the remote down and looked up at me, and kissed me. I felt her bite my lower lip, and then her tongue (which was pretty long) push deep into my mouth. My tongue found hers, and I pulled her body close to mine. My cock was throbbing hard. Poking through my jeans. I didn't want to make any moves, I wanted to take things slow, out of respect for her - but she had other plans.
Her hand found my cock, she unzipped and unbuttoned my pants. She took her shirt off revealing perfect breasts. I slid my pants off, then took my shirt off as we passionately embraced each other.
She took off her jogging pants, revealing that she hadn't shaved her pussy in a while.
"I haven't fucked anyone in 6 months," she panted. I laughed and she gave me a confused look.
"I haven't fucked anyone in over 5 years," I told her.
Our lips met again, my hands cupping her breasts. They were so soft! My hand glided down to her beautiful round ass, which was just as soft as her succulent tits! She pulled away from my kiss and licked and sucked my neck. Judy pushed me down on the bed and engulfed my cock in her mouth.
She moaned as her mouth slid up and down my shaft. My hand found her pussy and I slipped a finger inside her. She was soaking wet and dripping. Judy began to ride my finger, and I put another one inside her. I felt her muscles clench around my fingers as her tongue licked and flicked the tip of my cock. Then she mounted me. When she did, she screamed with pleasure. I grabbed on to her waist, looking up at her perfect body.
"Oh Jason, yessss" she moaned.
I was already feeling like I was going to cum, it was building up and my dick was getting even harder inside her.
"Oh Judy, slow it down babe, it's been a while..." I panted.
She sped up, she tightened her juicy cunt around my cock and smiled.
"Ohhh you're going to like this Jay..." she said, sliding me in and out perfectly.
And I did. I liked it. I came so hard in her I nearly passed out. All of my nerves convulsed, I could feel each ejaculation pumping inside her, filling her."
She could feel me too, and she loved it. She kept bucking as I came, and moaned louder. My erection didn't go down and she kept fucking me. I turned her over and started drilling her missionary. I kissed her lips as her nice tits bounced to each thrust I pumped inside her. I must have cum inside her a lot, I could feel it dripping down my balls.
"Oh right there," she moaned.
So I kept pumping her in the same spot. Her body twitched and her eyes rolled back.
"JASON, I'm going to cum all over that cock!" I increased thrusts and started pumping her harder and harder, I was going to cum again, I was going to cum too!
I filled her again.
We laid down and held each other for hours.
The first thing out of my mouth, "obviously you're not on the pill..."
"Obviously," she said as if it was a stupid question.
I stayed the night in her arms. Saturday, Sunday, and Monday I fucked her and came inside her even more. I offered to pay for her hotel a few more nights, but then decided to let her stay at my place.
"Would you like to come home with me? I mean, I just am offering..."

So that's where I'm at. She agreed to give it a try, to see if it will work out. I asked her to be my girlfriend, she said yes. Today is Wednesday, she's at my house - I'm at work. She's looking for a job.
So what do you think? I've never been with a woman that is so sexy. She cleaned up really well. I've gotten her more clothes, and she puts makeup on even though I tell her she doesn't need it.

I do have feelings for her, and even my brain is teasing that I have a future with her - maybe even marriage... but I asked her something...
"Why would you even be interested in me, I'm not handsome."
"Feelings have nothing to do with looks, and honestly you're not ugly at all, give yourself some credit. Plus, I have a fetish for older guys and you fit my fetish quite nicely, daddy."
I laughed.
"No, I'm serious - it's a kink. If we're going to be together we need to be open and honest with each other. If you ever want to fuck another woman, now that we're in a relationship, we'll have to have that talk ok? Don't get me jealous, it's hard to do but being deceitful will wreck what we have."
"Honestly, you're the first woman I've been with in a very long time Judy."
SO that's where we are at rn. In some ways, I kind of hope I got her pregnant... but I'm also worried that she's gonna run back to her old boyfriend and leave me. I know it's a long story, and for that I do apologize... peace.

Not really a confession just not sure where this goes. Last year before all this madness my in-laws flew out to NY to spend time with us and the grandkids. Part of that became free babysitting for a getaway weekend. We picked a B n B in an absolute no name place in CT, sleepy town, middle of nowhere. We hit up the only restaurant in town. Wife goes to the bathroom, I wait at the bar. I hear a familiar voice behind me. She orders 2 Jameson, neat, as I'm processing she turns "What the fuck you doing here Johnny?" It's Amber, my high school ex, from CA. Whatever thought, whatever composure, gone... train completely out the fucking window and words aren't even forming as I reboot. Bartender sets the Jameson down. She hands me a glass "old times" we both down it. Almost rebooted, words forming, no sentences. "So what the fuck Johnny"... 10 years, no 15 at least, mind racing. I feel a hand on my belt, wife's voice.

"Kate this is Amber, Amber, Kate. Ambers old neighborhood". They start talking, thank God, I manage to nod when bartender motions for a second. Greeter guy walks up, table's ready. Kate wants Amber to join us. Head screaming no, one look in Kate's eyes, smile and a " yes". I got words back, sentences forming, rejected, already answered, sounds stupid, rejected, finally, good question formed... actual mouth response "How?"... even the 1950's Indians just cringed. Amber smiled " Pharma rep, HQ is a few towns over". They keep talking... Menu... food order... words coming back finally. Kate now senses my shock and Amber asks "Kate how'd you two meet?" I know the story, tried, true, romantic, gonna be a brick wall. College classes.... blah blah blah.... friends... blah blah blah... here it comes. "He had a really bad break. She really ripped him apart. It took everything to get him to date. Friends became more, love sparked, together going on 15". I saw the twinge, right cheek, Amber's now processing. She's looking now, meets my eyes, meets Kate's, back to mine. She's running numbers, ding, eyebrow just registered here it comes. " I was the ex. It broke both of us. By the time I tried to rebuild he'd moved on". Kate was braced for it. Food arrives, bad timing but I'm barely holding back laughter. My Marine DI would be proud. "Well now that it's complicated, thank you, without you I wouldn't have Kate in my life". Perfect delivery, hits both, grin and bear it emotional smiles. Almost on cue both need to use the bathroom. 3 minutes later Kate is back " she wants to fuck you... us really... asked if we were open" I had to ask "well?" I love Kate's face when we're both in sync "I said ask you, we're a couple". Amber's back. Great meal, great old neighborhood stories. Awkward as hell. Dessert is fantastic " Which cottage are you guys in?" Yeah... that wasn't subtle of her. Only 1 B n B, handful of cottages, shit she must "I'm in 4". Kate rattles off 2, now it's nightcap.

I won't bother with too much more. Lots of fun. Girls both were pleased. Multiple I'd, Amber was embarrassed after her 3rd. It was fun to finger her to the edge then let Kate set her off, tickle me Elmo, that fucking easy. Kate had never been with a woman and she totally dominated Amber.
She made Amber eat her. Made her deep throat me. He'll I gave her a throat pie while Kate kept fingering her., Made her swallow. I fucked her. Kate ate the cream pie then snowballed it back to Amber. Bitch tasted heroin juices a few times., Kate held her for a facial, glued her eyes, chin, tits... highlight was Kate telling Amber she'd take it in the ass, not asking, telling... making Amber eat her like a bitch while I did it, then telling me to cum with her. Amber O'd right after Kate. A few pumps later i blew ip up her ass. Lots of fun that whole weekend (obviously that wasn't all one night, I'm not that full).

Anyhow I ran into a mutual friend online a month later. He'd seen my mom in the store and picked up my contact. Lots of awesome bullshit. I put it on speaker. Kate said hi, told him we met Amber in CT. " No shit, was Stevie with her?" Kate an i both processing.... words.... Kate "Stevie?" " Yeah Johnny you remember Stevie a couple classes back, they got married what 12 or 13 back... 3 kids now. He's a minister, does those marriage retreats. Man you'd love hanging out with him..." Kate reached down and tugged my zipper. I chatted for a bit, she swallowed, then giggles.

The one that broke my heart became my wife's bitch for the weekend before she was sent home to her minister husband, with all 3 holes properly fucked. Now that's karma. Happy Anniversary Kate!

i just met a super hot chick at a bar who is a recovering heroine user.
what can i do to fuck with her mind enough to hit it and quit it?
she looks younger, im 33 average latino male. have 420 but she wasnt interested :(

i think i got raped. it was my first time trying heroin. it was me and 2 other guys. they showed me how to tie off and then let me go first. i was doped out on the floor feeling fucking fantastic, i heard someone playing videos games or an action movie or idk something loud. idk how long this lasted but i fell asleep. woke up in the latter part of the next day on the couch wearing a different shirt. my stomach really hurt and i felt constipated. i asked them what happened and they told me i threw up. at the moment i was like " oh damn. well thanks for taking care of me. good pals."

but now i'm like "wait how the fuck do they remember? let alone be willing to stand up, change my shirt, and clean up puke? also how were they so up n about when i woke up? i laid on the couch for 3 hours hungover, and these chaps were watching youtube vids or something laughing all energetic! didnt even look remotely fatigued."

maybe they didnt take the H with me. maybe i was set up and used.

Meet Chloe, a wacked out druggie that is completely fucking insane. I met her on a dating app (Tinder to be exact). We matched up, and had a good conversation. She wanted to meet me for drinks, and ended up meeting and skipping the drinks only to go back to her place and fuck.

Chloe had a small messy, smelly apartment. Unwashed stained undies scattered the floor around her bed, she didn't clean at all. Messy plates with old food on them were on her dresser, old bottles of beer, wine of all kinds decorated the floor as well as the dressers.

"Yeah, it's a fucking mess," she admitted, "but you're not here as my maid, you're here to fuck this body, right?" She leaned in and bit my lip hard enough to cause it to bruise and swell.
She took off her clothing and got on her knees and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, my cock was immediately in her throat. She pumped it with her hand and used her teeth to scrape the tip. I winced in pain.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth, "ya fucking pussy man up. Hey, take a pic of me kissing your cock."
"My phone is in my jacket," I told her.
She slapped me on my ass hard, and went and picked up my jacket, handed it to me and I got my phone.
"Take a fucking picture," she said as she looked up and kissed my cock.
I did, took the picture and then she started going crazy - holding my ass and pulling my body into her face, she was almost raging - it was weird. She gripped my ass and then slid a finger up my asshole, I jump.
Again she came up for air, "oh you little fuck, you don't like anal play? lay down."
I looked around her messy floor, her bed was unkempt and dirty too.
"On the floor?"
She slapped my ass hard, and had a weird look in her eyes. I laid down and she stood up and went to her dresser where she got out a bag filled with some white powder, not sure what it was - probably coke or heroine. She put a little on my stomach and snorted it off and screamed really loud.
"FUCK YEAH, N***** bitch slut," she screamed as she inhaled more of it. Yes - I'm a white dude and she called me (or whoever) the N word. She licks her index and middle fingers and inserts them up her ass and then proceeds to mount me, but falls right over onto my face and starts laughing. She then bites my neck hard. And then jumps up, and shoves my cock right into her ass, with no condom.
I was a bit freaked out, this bitch was off the walls. She started rough riding my cock, sloppily, her ass was nice and tight but she was so fucked up she couldn't keep it inside her and she'd pull to far up and it would pop out, which was creating more air suction - so she'd let out these smelly farts - and then lick my cock and try to shove it back in her ass. Eventually she put it into her pussy, and started pulling on her nipples, and beating on her chest like she was an ape. Grunting, sometimes looking up at the ceiling and zoning out, falling over and then regaining her composure. I didn't know what was wrong with her when she fell over I told her that I had to go.
"Listen mother fucker, fuck you. Fucking whore," she said drooling, spreading her legs, slapping her cunt hard. I just shook my head. No way was this crazy pussy worth it.
I reached for my pants and she screamed and jumped on me, pushing me down on to her nasty bed.
"Come on, come on come on, baby baby baby fuck. Need you, give me your cum before you leave baby, please please please."
She again jammed my cock inside her and grabbed my neck, so I grabbed her neck - fuck this cunt.
She grinned, "Squeeze," so I did, tightly. Her face started turning purple so I stopped. She leaned down and bit my chest, breaking the skin so I slapped her - this made her fuck me harder.
"YES!!! That's it, I'm a bad fucking whore, get this whore's pussy and spray your cum."
I over powered her, flipped her over and grabbed on to her neck an pulled her hair to hold her down. Then I twisted one of her arms behind her and plowed into her doggie style. She tried to fight but I pushed her face deeper into her disgusting bedding.
"Oh daddy, you're such a fucking N*****", I smacked the back of her head, hard.
"Stop being such a racist cunt," I said sternly. She started bucking with each thrust of my cock and I flipped her over missionary. Her lip was bleeding because she was biting too hard on in, and she was way too high to even know what the fuck she was even doing.
"Give me your cum daddy," she moaned, and I did. I came inside her pussy. She slumped back into the bed, seemingly satisfied so I got dressed.
"Stay the night daddy, please?" she was trying to act like an innocent little girl.
"No, I got shit to do - " she started crying.
"you better call me..." she whimpered.
I left. I don't know if I'll call her, she really did leave a lot of bruises and bite marks on me. I guess if I'm desperate and I need a hole to fuck, I might give her another go - but otherwise I'm going to keep looking for other whores to fuck on Tinder.

PLEASE help me find more of her lol. Her name is Heather Rose Wiggings from Angier North Carolina. She used to go by Heather Heroin on my____ and she has talked about "now knowing better then to have nudes" so that means they are out there. Ill post a few pics off her FB. Anyone who can help will be awesome!!

ohmuhgawdd i just ate the best burger from Carl Jr's.
i'm pretty sure they put heroin in the food, it's soo good. if Carl Jr's went out of business and the only way to get them back would be for me to agree to have everyone in the world fuck my ass, i'd say "so who's first?"

This girl is a dumb cunt :) shes got a nice ass tho and she always tries to show it off. she does alot of drugs and i've heard she wants to try heroine next.