So has this happened to any one else? My fiance and I were fucking really hard and she tensed up and my dick was pushed out and I thrusted again was her nail cut the inside on my pee hole. I had my cock ring on so I was rock hard l, blood squirted all over her pussy and legs she was in shock and thought I would be to but I'm used to seeing blood from cuts at work. Anyways has this or anything similar happened to you? Let's here some funny, bad, or fail stories

I confess that I cast a spell to win the lottery but found a treasure instead…
 It was not but before yesterday. The lottery jackpot was outrageously high. I had attempted earlier with my girlfriend to produce enough loosh to manifest some winning numbers. We yielded no positive results for lottery but I enjoyed our endeavors. 
 I knew if we were to stand a chance of creating any real Sex Magik, we would need more willing bodies. People that entertained a certain type of magical thinking. Likely of the Cluste-B variety..
 I created a new profile on a popular alternative hook-up app. The profile pics were nothing particularly spectacular, but I thought they communicated a certain air of a couple that were secure with themselves. The bio though, was a simple short blurb advertising my intent. I didn’t fuck around with straight couples or bullshit bicurious single males. I wanted cock and pussy. I was going to have a fucking full swap or an orgy.
 The bio detailed my plan. All participants agree upon a shared set of lottery numbers. We then set upon each other with carnal lust and the appropriate Will and invoke our manifestation. “Should we fail to produce the lottery numbers”, I penned, “we would still win in the end”.
 The last part was an extremely dry joke but it was brought up later. 
 I actually received quite a few responses but most were single men. Eventually I received a message from a person I will call Jack. Jack had wife named Jill. Jack started sending me pictures faster than I could send mine back. I was afraid I wasn’t sending enough of my gf and too many of my cocklet and I. Jack didn’t mind though. Jack thought that was just fine.
 We set up a place for the four of us to meet. I always vet people out before I stick my dick into them or their’s into me. I have a sensitive barometer for people I fucking hate and so I like to sniff new prospects out before I take them home or to a hotel.
 I had cleared the entire thing with my girlfriend before I ever ran the add on the bio but given the small community we live in, and the troubles we have had before in finding swinging bi couples, she was very surprised at how fast I had arranged such a meeting. It made her nervous for the entire day.
 My gf and I arrived at the agreed meeting place before Jack and Jill. It wasn’t quite six in the evening but it was already dark. The other couple were more than fashionable late. My gf was practically frantic from the anxiety she felt. She usually feels some anxiety on the first meeting when we swing but this was extraordinary. It highly uncharacteristic of her.
 When they arrived I suggested we all just pile into my truck for the warmth. Jack and Jill were agreeable to that and we all climbed inside the cab. Jack liked my truck and tried to engage me a little on the topic of diesel engines and vehicle models like mine. I fained little knowledge. I was more interested in fucking his hole. I mean, his wife was okay, but I liked this man from the moment I smelled him. But I would soon cum to see how very much, Jack was absolutely insane.
 At first, there was some back and forth between the four of us but it would not be long before Jack would rise to dominate the conversation totally and I was in awe at the spectacle of him. He was a juggernaut that could not be stopped. Holy shit. He was a bit shorter than me and had a muscular build. Probably procured through hard work rather than lifting weights. He wore a fleece cap but I expected a cowboy hat. He a chiseled jaw with a cleft chin. He was very handsome.
 Jill was closer to our age. She was probably your typical bpd nympho. A body of about  average but very large breasts. Scandinavian with Irish maybe? Doesn’t really matter, she had large breasts. Very fuckable in my book. Her fantasies were very dark I think. Definitely lots of psychological damage. Large breasts though. Jack would tweak on her nipples as I sometimes managed to chime in. It was very distracting in the most delicious of ways. Did I mention that her breasts were rather large? She wanted dicks rubbing together inside her. Actually I wanted that, but I knew she would have enjoyed it.
 Jack wasn’t a total dick though. He had method to his maddness. As he attempted to dazzle my gf and I with his strange stories and exploits of himself he left small oppenings. He found out quite a bit more than I tried to let on. He was much more cleaver than one might initially assume by his antics.
 Jack began to regail us with stories of killing, incest, rape, sex torture, squirting, marijuana omnitopical, drugs, his construction career, his pro-rodeo career , his porn career,he was a veteran,  how he hated his mom (I guess?), more incest,his ties to mafia, the finer points of leather stitching and yet more incest.
 Also, he only bottemed unless, “the dude was a chick”. My girlfriend looked right at me as he said that. I knew what she was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. 
 Actually, I was thinking about something totally different than her. I had been watching far too many youtube videos about people psychological problems. I had found out what type of crazy people with traits like myself find appealing. Jack was prime specimen of what is supposed to get my juices flowing. I think that youtube is right. 
 With every story, my gf became more and more apprehensive. They mentioned god 11 times. She counted. Every other story was a burning red flag. “These people are fucking kray kray!”, she said to me without speaking. Sure, the story about the squirting sex slave and tarp over the matress seemed funny at fist. But they sorta lost my gf’s interest when the said they had to beat the shit out of her and take her to a mental hospital. Because they cared. Fucking A. The story of the justified homicide did not help. 
 I knew there was no way this was going past the initial meeting between us. It was a shame. I was not sure if anything this person said was true. Pathological lying is hallmark of people with narcissistic traits. But Jack was broken in way that seemed very familiar to me. It could very well be that every story he told was crafted based on his perception of what he thought I might find interesting. It could also be that most if not all of what he said is a close approximation of reality. Chaos fills the lives of the people with traumas. Jack lived in another world at any rate.  
 We finally parted ways after two hours of Jack’s fantastic stories. Neither my girlfriend or I thought it wise to persue them but I harbor deep regrets. Jack being either human typhoon with bpd or a psychotic narcissist, makes no difference to me. The damage is the same. The sex is probably the best I will never know. I don’t even know why it would be so great. But I think it would. People say that it is. Who am I to gainsay them?
 I wanted to win a billion a dollars but instead I found a person that beyond any treasure that could compare. A person so beautifuly tortured that only I could see the true worth of. A person that would not bore me. A person that would probably murder me. A person whose emotional dis-regulation riviled my own I think. Probably eclipsing it. I am sure every day with Jack would be a whirlwind of passion and near death experiences. 
 I confess this Jack, should you ever read this and recognize me, I would have rocked your world like no fucking other. I would have made you cum with every hole I have. I would have fucked every hole of yours. I would have played every crazy mind game you set up for me. I would have made every pore of yours drip sweet and I would have drained your fucking balls. I would have fucked your body, destroyed your mind and raped your sole. You would have fragmented into a dozen or more pieces inside your mind and I would have fucked every one of them. You could have beaten me until my body was bruised and my will was broken. I could have broken you. It would have been fun. I would have saved you from god. You could have joined me with the devil. We could have found refuge in each other’s holes.
 Fuckit, I still have your number…
 

Being the oral-loving horndog that I am, after failing to find a willing lady on Craigslist I eventually put in my own ad. I got a reply from a single mom I found out to be in the next town. After some communications back and forth, it was funny, I asked if she wanted to meet at a local McD's? She almost flipped out, she says she's there now. So, I get my ass over there quick, eventually we do meet up in the parking lot in her car. After some chat back and forth, we both knew what I was there for but we were both nervous about mention it, worrying if the other was LE. Eventually she asked me if I wanted a blow job, to which I answered yes, in less than a second. We end up doing the deed right in their parking lot. We met quite often after that, much more relaxed, usually in her car. As time went on I convinced her to invite me to her apartment when her kids weren't there. She would get naked for me in her place, nice shaved pussy and tight body, never let me get to her pussy except for a quick touch. We used to get together on Sunday mornings when she went out to get coffee, she'd be in her pj's so I had easy access to her reactive nipples when she sucked me off. Once I came so hard it came out her nose, fortunately she was a good sport and just kind of chuckled and mentioned that it stung a bit. Eventually our meetings ended, I think she found herself a boyfriend. My loss. I also met a younger girl, maybe early 20's, she's get naked, let me play with her pussy while she blew me, and she was willing to get me off twice, also a swallower, met her a couple of times at her place, then didn't hear from her form a while then on a hunch I email her and she answers, come to find out she's staying at her parents house, no ones home so come on over. Can't believe these girls allow a fat old horny bald guy into their homes. Anyway, since then they've both moved on. That's a problem with amateur girls, they do it because they need the money, then when they don't need it you're done, just have to take advantage of the situation when it presents itself.

looking for an old funny porn fail video of two girls jerking off some guy.the funny part is him cumming and his eyes popping out of his head, red in the face making the most hilarious face/reaction ever. haven't been able to find it for years. it's gold though. thanks!

I have a tenant and her 18 year old son that live in the apt. 2 doors down. during the covid crisis he turned 18 and was doing school at home, he had problems with his school work. i heard his mom yelling at him one night about the grades he was getting and the notice about him not being able to graduate if he didnt get passing grades. long story short his mopm asked me to keep an eye on him and let her know if i saw him leave during the day or had friends over. one day he knocked on my door and asked if i could look at the bathroom sink it was leaking, so i went over, fixed it, and said hey i need to talk to you, come over my apt. when you get a second, i could tell he was worried. he came over and sat down,i really didnt know him at all. other then seeing him around and telling myself, i have the hottest fuckiing 18 year old on the planet 2 doors down from from me. i told him his mom talked to me and wanted me to inform her if he left during the day or had friends over, right away he was making excuses why his 2 friends were in his living room playing games on the computer. i told him dont fucking worry, i wont say anything, i promise. i also asked him about his school work and maybe failing, he just looked at me and said, yea im going to fail, im to far behind. i told him ill help him, tell his mom that he would be coming to my house to do his school work, she was completely of the chart happy when he told her. so he would walk in my apt about 7 15 am, and come in my room, at first he sat on a chair, then he was laying in the bed next to me watching t.v. while i did ALL his school work. all of asudden he was getting all A's. his mom flipped, he did too when she got his report card in the mail that day. he came in my room the next morning and grabbed me and was so happy that he no will graduate high school. the following week he turned 18, and i told him to invite his best friends over in the day and i would have a party for him, booze, pot and porn basicly. at about 215 everyone started to leave ,Sean was pretty hammered laying on the couch and i grabbed him and took him to my room to sleep on my bed, the couch sucks to sleep on. when he got to my room he said i need to piss walked in the bathroom peed and washed his face and came out with a towel around him, no clothes on an then jumped in my bed dropping the towel. i was already laying down and looking for the remote, he said he has it and he turned the t.v. on. what i forgot to do the night before was turn off the dvd player and switch the t.v. to cable. porn was playing, not that it was a bad thing, we all just watched porn in the living room for 6 hours, but because he was naked and i was next to him, all of a sudden he fast forwarded it then played it and turned it up. i was pretty shocked, hes a perfect 10, hottest girlfriend on earth and he's watching porn in my bed naked. i went in the living room and took a hit from the bong, he heard me hit it and asked me to bring it in the room, i did.
his entire body was under the blanket up to his neck and i could see wear both his hands were, on his cock, his 11.5 inch cock. hew asked me to light it and put it up to his mouth and he took 4 hits. he said he never felt this good b4. i should also state, i have fantastic impulse control but it was starting to fade away. i layed on my side of the bed an he said, its freezing in here get under the blankets. i did right after i took 5 nitro pills to get my heart started again, lol, jk. i got under them and he turned my way and said, thank you so much for today, the party and helping him so much, i forgot to say i taught him how to surf the summer before, he would borrow 1 of my boards, but i bought him one an told him close your eyes, i went into the closet and layed it on his body, he opened his eyes, and i could tell he was in shock, he got up out of bed, his dick as hard as it can be, throbbing up and down, he grabbed the board and couldnt believe it. he put the board up on the wall to see it, then grabbed me so fucking hard he cracked my back,., that felt good, but even better was his cock pressed against my ass when he grabbed me, anyway he threw me on the bed, im 6'1 he's 6'3 all muscle and he got on top of me sat on my chest and grabbed my hands and pinned me down and looked at me and just shook his head. he rolled off me layed on the bed got under the blankets so did i, he grabbed pulled me next to him, real tight. like i was pressed against his body and his arm around my neck pulling me closer, thats when i asked him to hand me the bottle of nitro bcuz i was having or near having a heart attack,,,, lol jk. he was jacking his dick with one hand i could feel the movement and then out of the blue he said, " HOW ABOUT A LITTLE HELP" after the paramedics defib'ed me hahaha. he grabbed my hand that was on his chest and pulled it onto his dick, he said promise you will never tell my mom about this, you know the answer to that one right? i started jacking him one handed and i said im going to move that way, he spread his legs open and when i got over them he put my pillow between his legs and pulled me down, i was just going to lay on that side of the bed to jack him with both hands but he had other plans.he grabbed my head with both hands and i had his diclk in my hand he said put it in your mouth and im going to ppush your head up and down so you dont bite it, it was that big....after blowing him that long, i couold barely open my mouth , i said can we lay side to side and ill suck it like that, we moved and he started pumping my mouth harder deeper and faster, he said why the fucking have i never tried it this was.he would pump then stop and his cock was throbbing so hard in my mouth, he said dont move at all or ill cum. he fucked the living holy hell out of my mouth for 4 hours, then he said oh fuck im cuming and grabbed my head and pushed it deep onto his dick and started to cum, he came so hard it came out my nose, i honestly thought i was going to drown, but thoughts of what my death certificate would say as the manner or death , i pushed back a bit with his cock still throbbing and cuming. it was so intense that he held my head in the same position, and pulled the blanket over us with his dick fully in my mouth and he fell asleep, i tried but i wondered if that would be the last time that dick would be in me, i just sorta cherrished the moment, and stayed away with his dick in my mouth, for the next 3 hours.
the funny thing is, this isnt the story i was going to tell. the story i was going to tell was, he has a only fans account and wanted me to help him fill it will slut porn we made, we ended up one night at the adult bookstore in north hollywood where my friend paul works. anyway, ill write the rest of that story tomorrow......
the picture is him in my shower

Prostitutes: So what are some experiences people out there have had with them? I am only twenty but I have already had sex with two of them.
For me the experience was new (at the time I was a virgin and eager to stop being one) but when you pay for it there is only so much you can get out of it. Dont get me wrong I am glad I did it, I will explain the circumstances.
I was a reserved teenager, I am fairly intelligent but in the end that mean absolutely nothing in school, and it was only after I left school and started working in the local factory (where I was earning great bucks) that I finally started to come out of my shell a bit.
Then I made the decision to take a 2 month tour of europe, followed by a 5 month stay in Canada. While this time had its ups and downs I was determined to lose my virginity in this time (funny how it is only such a big deal at the time when you have yet to have sex) and in the end it was an awesome experience, while there were some close calls, I didnt manage it until I made it to Amsterdam, where I thought this HAS to end, so I went in and just really picked the first decent looking one I could find in the red light district. She was a Brazilian Brunette and really nice, which was good, because I was FUCKING NERVOUS (ill admit I was just so glad I could talk to her, just to control my nerves a bit), I am a pretty laid back person but I am not very good at situations where I have no idea what is expected of me. So I wont bore you with the details you can all imagine the pathetic amount of time it lasted. Then the second one followed closely afterwards, in an urge to try and perform better (which failed may I add).
For me personally I hate throwing names at people ,(lets face it if you actually look at the situation logically there is nothing to judge, they are just women who I am sure would love to be working a steady 9 to 5, instead of putting up with sweaty desperate men grunting ontop of them, but for one reason or another need more money or cannot find a steady job to support themselves or the ones they love)But now for me, because there is a woman out there who holds me virginity I will never be one of those people who think of it as a disgusting profession full of disgusting people. which I have had the pleasure to discover it is not.
So if you have had an experience with prostitutes that meant something more to you than paying and fucking then moving on then reply away, or if anything else you think warrants discussion then please jump in :)

So, I happen to come across this site by clearing out a computer that my now Ex-husband used at home. Seems this was one of his favorite sites. Or at least it was in his top favorites. But now that I know I can somewhat be anonymous, I think now is a good time to talk to everyone and tell you about something he doesn't know about my first day since we got divorced. I have been debating in my head do I want to hit submit. But here goes, I am hitting submit as I leave for work, so there is no turning back now. If he reads this, which I hope he does because he might recognize some details or names. HA.

The papers got signed and I was officially a free woman. No longer married. It's not like I didn't know that day wasn't coming, we have been separated and living in separate houses for at least a year and a half. But now I can officially go and move on with my life.

My best friend Tracy whom I have known since we were knee high to a grasshopper, because she lived 2 houses down growing up. Has told me many times to get out there and move on. But I just couldn't, not without the papers signed. Tracy is the one whom I tell my deepest secrets to. And as she does the same. We are besties. She is married with 2 off springs and is quite happy. I on the other hand, was unhappy for quite some time.

My now Ex, which whom I knew also since we were little. Became H* S* sweethearts, got married the summer after graduation. I went to the local college to get a degree for nursing, and he went and started working at the local car manufacturing plant. We were set. I graduated 4 years later; he moved up in positions as being rewarded for his hard work and strong work ethic. I got a nursing job at the local hospital and I too myself moved up the ranks within a few short years.

So here we are, 15 years after being married. I am 33 years old by this point. My husband who hadn't touched, looked or even thought of being intimate with me for close to a year. Maybe it was the daily grind, or just life. But nothing was happening anymore. So, between the two of us, we decided it was best to go our separate ways. Seeing as neither of us was happy nor getting what we wanted out of this marriage.

It took us about a year to get things all situated and about six months later we filed and singed everything making it official. It was a Wednesday in October, and I couldn't be more thrilled. Tracy came over, we had some wine and went out for a celebration dinner. We talked the whole way thru dinner. Once of the things she mentioned and kept mentioning was now I was able to get out there and "see the world" (she really meant date men), she mentioned how she had a friend in mind. Someone that's been single for a while, but only by personal choice as he ran his own business and didn't really have much free time. I told her I didn't want to rush into anything too quick. But that I would also take it one day at a time...

Toward the end of our meal, as the wine flowed freely, Tracy said in an unexpected comment; "you should go to work tomorrow (as I still worked at the same hosp. But now I was in an office setting in upper MGMT) dressed in a cute dress, do your hair up, get your makeup right, a nice set of heels, BUT…" she stopped and looked at me with a sly grin. "You should be daring and NOT wear any panties."

"WHAT?!?!" I giggled and gasped at the same time. "I could never do anything like that."

With another giggle and sip of wine she said, "Sure you can, you're officially single. You can do whatever you want…"

I just shrugged it off…

That thought was burned in my head. I couldn't stop thinking about it. We eventually left the restaurant, and I got home. Still in the back of my mind thinking about what she said. I got ready for bed, my nighttime attire consisted of a big t-shirt and panties. As I lay in the bed, that thought which was burned in my mind, kept playing over and over. I thought to myself, SHOULD I? At the foot of my bed, a couple feet away was my dresser with a big mirror on it, I could see myself lying in bed. And thought to myself, would anyone want to see that? I am 5' 4", about 100 lbs soaking wet, nice perky C cup breast, flat tummy and athletic looking legs as my gym time over the last year has really paid off...

As I continued to ponder it laying there looking at myself in the mirror, I got this excited feeling. So, with one swift movement, I threw the covers to the side. Only thing looking back at me was myself in a t-shirt and panties. The t-shirt went about halfway down my thighs, so I could only get a little peek of my white panties that I was wearing. Then I lifted the shirt, just until it was to my belly button. I took each thumb and hooked the fabric clinging to my hips holding my panties up and gave them a slow tug down. Now they were at my thighs, but the part that covered my private parts clung on with all its might. I slowly spread my legs, now my panties were at my knees. The fabric that was left covering me lost its fight.

As I slid them down past my knees, I let them fall to my feet. One foot at a time I pulled them out and with the last foot, kicked them to the side. Now just lying there on my back, knees bent and touching looking into the mirror. At that moment, I imagined the mirror at a bunch of eyes just looking back at me and my naked from the waist down body.

I slowly spread my legs, slowly revealing my now available unmarried vagina. It is completely shaved bald, as I have a daily maintenance routine of shaving it and my legs, (and a couple other woman parts, but we won't talk about that). Only one man has had the pleasure of seeing it and using it. And in an instant, there it was, looking right back at me. In my head there were numerous pairs of eyes looking at it also and the thought of that just drove me wild. I slid my hands down my smooth thighs to my knees, then back up to my tummy. Then I stopped. Something had come over me.

I proceeded to get up, walk over to my bedroom window, which were covered by curtains that you couldn't see thru, and I opened the window. Now if anyone had been looking at that moment to my 2nd floor window, they wouldn't have seen anything, as my shirt had resumed its place on my thighs when I stood up. Now I slowly walked to my bed, as it was dark in my room, and I didn't want trip on anything.

I laid on the bed, this time sideways. This time my lower half was facing the window. I couldn't see out it, but I could hear the traffic, as my room windows face the street. The thought now in my head was that all the cars that were driving by my window, were only on that street so they could see me laying in the bed. Again, I pulled up on the t-shirt and let it fall at my belly button. Again, I was exposed from the waist down. Again, I slid my hands down my thighs. This time when they got to my knees, I used my hands to push them apart. Thinking to myself that it was someone in one of those cars driving by using their hands. And although no one could really see me, the traffic noise was enough to make it feel like everyone could see me. I felt so good. I felt my clit tingle. I felt myself get so wet down there, at the thought of all those strangers looking at my exposed vulnerable body. I was so horny...

I thought about masturbating that very moment. But I did not let into the temptation. I wanted to keep this feeling that I had between my legs. As I haven't felt anything like this in years. I had to get myself situated in the bed now. Laying with my head on the pillows. I covered myself up, still naked from the waist down, and still listening to the traffic go by. As I slowly drifted off, I gave my thighs a good squeeze and could still feel that tingle and wetness from down below...

The next morning, feeling amazing, I knew in my head what I was going to do. I was going to do like Tracy said and leave myself exposed down there all day today. I got up, feeling amazing, and went to do my morning routine of shower, makeup, get dressed and head off to work.

I got in the shower, so excited to leave for my day, so excited to see what the world had in store for me. I got in a nice steamy warm shower, started with my daily shaving of various parts. When I started to shave my vagina, I must've accidently with no intentions of, touched my clit. because a great wave of pleasure shot thru me. At that moment I knew I was doing the right thing. Washing my hair, with the soap running down my naked body even felt different as I rinsed my hair. I felt so good.

I had prior to getting in the shower, laid out my outfit for the day. A nice sexy, but not whorish looking business dress. It was kinda loose fitting and came to my mid-thigh. With a nice very thin, but not see thru button up top, some nice heels, a bra, AND THATS IT...

I worked my way into my clothes in a way as to not mess up my make up or hair. Am I really going thru with this I asked myself. Yes, I am. I was too damn cute. I showed a great amount of leg with my short loose-fitting dress and thought, the boys will love it. Or anyone for that matter. At least that is what I hoped. I walked to my front door, ready to conquer the day and not have a stitch of fabric touching my private parts between my legs.

Out the front door, I whipped around to lock it, turned toward my car and then IT HIT ME. THIS NICE COOL MORNING BREEZE, it went right up my skirt and enveloped my vagina like I have never felt before. I began to immediately tingle down there. I felt as if each blade of grass, the trees, the bushes, even the cars driving by had eyes and they were all on me. More specifically, on my freshly shaved bare vagina... I had to push thru this feeling, the most wonderful feeling I've felt, so I could get to my car and go to work.

About a 45-minute commute for me to get to work with morning traffic. I had to keep reminding myself to pull down my dress as with the actions of driving my skirt would slide up and expose my goods. One time at a red light, a bigger truck had stopped next to me, and I couldn't help but wonder if the driver could see, would he look, did he want to look. The whole red light, just a fantastic tingle down there.

Making my way to work, I had to remind myself I had to get thru the day. I walked in from the parking lot, thru the main doors and toward my office. I couldn't help but think that everyone knew my secret and was looking at my vagina as I walked thru the building. It was such a rush.

Starting my workday now, with my new BIG secret, it was hard to concentrate. All I could think about was who was looking at me and did they see my secret. I was standing outside a coworkers office talking with her in the hallway, here came Jeff. He was a younger guy, who had been there for a couple years, and he didn't disappoint the eyes. He had office stuff in his hands and when he was about ten feet away from me, he dropped something. As soon as it hit the floor, I felt my vagina flood itself with pleasure. I had to remain composed, as he bent down as I was still talking with a coworker and couldn't let on that anything was going on inside me. As Jeff picked up his dropped contents, all I could think was did he see, could he tell? I absolutely loved it.

All day while at work, different occasions for different reasons had my bald wet exposed and vulnerable vagina in pure excitement. Now it was quitting time. Would this feeling last? I sure hoped it would. So, I head off from work to make my usual 6pm gym time workout. It is something I have been doing over the last year, 3-5 days a week, and I have been keeping myself pretty disciplined on doing it. Back in my car, for the 20 min drive to the gym.

I drop my workout bag and various contents I had in my hand and open my locker. Removed my clothing and placed them neatly in the locker, as I wanted to wear them home. Grab my workout attire and start to put them on. SH!T, this whole time I totally forgot. I didn't have any panties to put on under my spandex pants for working out. Well, there is no backing out now, I still have to do this. So put on my spandex pants, sport bra and t-shirt with the arms cut off of it (this time a small one and it that fits me like a shirt should, not like my baggy sleeping attire).

I look in the full-length body mirror (yes guys, all ladies do it), and looked between my legs. A nice perfect outline of my vagina, since I didn't have any panties on, it gave a perfect outline. I think guys call it a camel toe... Anyone who looked, without seeing it, "could see it" in all its glory. I turned and headed out to the workout area.

The music was playing, various sounds of weights dropping filled the air. I felt as if while walking around and working out that everyone was looking at me. But had to keep telling myself it was all in my head. or was it? Not too sure... As fate would have it, today was leg and butt day. So, squats, running and a few other various workouts consumed my time. All while in my head I was hoping, all eyes were on the perfect outline of my now single vagina...

An hour later, a quick rinse off shower and back into my work attire, I left the gym. I needed to make a few stops and was going over the list as I exited the gym to get to my car. Then IT HAPPENED AGAIN. That cool fall air, unexpectedly went right up my skirt and devoured my vagina... I forgot about that feeling, but I also missed that feeling.

In the grocery store, while walking around I could once again feel myself tingle. I could feel all the guy's eyes on me. I secretly wanted to show them, but also hoped that they would also just accidently find a reason to look up my skirt. I will never know if anyone there seen my secret, but hoped they did.

Quick trip once leaving the store with my few items purchased, it was time to stop by Tracy's house and say hi. Husband wouldn't be home for another hour or so, so we could girl talk while I was there. As I entered, she seen it. She seen the glow coming from me.

She asked, "Girl what's gotten into you today?"

We slowly made our way to the kitchen and sat down to some wine waiting for us, as I had called prior to my arrival to let her know I was coming. I took a sip, "I did it."

She looked at me with that funny dog like twist in her head, you know when you say something to a dog, and they twist their head as almost to say huh?...

"I have gone all day long, without any panties on." She firmly put her glass down on the table.

"GET OUT OF HERE," she exclaimed. "Lemme see, prove it," she said.

So, I quickly lifted the fabric that was in my lap to give her a flash. "No girl, come one, I didn't even see anything."

So, this time, I lifted the fabric and held it up while slowly, shyly opening my legs. "Oh my girl," she exclaimed. "You did."

As I went to resume my lady like position of knees touching and skirt fabric in my lap, she said stop and stuck her hand out. "Look at that little cookie," she said while lifting my skirt again with one hand and pushing my legs apart with the other. "It's so tiny and cute. And now it is single too," she said as she gawked between my legs.

Releasing my leg, she grabbed her phone off the table. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING," I asked.

CLICK. "There is a view worth saving honey," she said as she set her phone down. She dropped the fabric and got up from in front of me and said as she made her way back to her wine; "You remember the guy I was telling you about."

"Yes," I replied.

"You should let me arrange a date between you two. I know you two would get along so well, and you never know. He might rock that little pussy's world," she said with a giggle. She pulled up his social media account and showed me a pic of him. He wasn't bad looking at all, Mid 40's, salt and pepper very short hair, very athletic.

I just smirked and said, "I don't know about him rocking my world just yet, but a night out with him would be kinda nice."

"OK, I will shoot him a text later," she told me.

After a half of a bottle of wine, I stood up and said my goodbyes. I got groceries in the car I need to get home I thought to myself. We hugged, gave each other our customary friendly kiss on the cheek to each other and I was out the door, headed home.

As my bedtime drew near, I started in my evening routine. Removing the day from my face (Makeup), getting into my comfy nighttime shirt and crawling into bed. I still didn't put any panties on I thought to myself as I laid there in the dark.

So, this time I jumped up, and made my way to the window to open it again. Walked to my bed and again, laid sideways so my lower half was facing the window. Sounds of the evening traffic filled the room, and again I got that feeling of everyone that drove by was only doing it to be able to look in my window and see me. I lifted my shirt, this time taking it off. My firm C cup breast fell from the grip of the lower half of the shirt. I threw it to the side and laid there. Knees bent I slid my hands down my legs, stopping at my knees. The thought of Jeff dropping his stuff in the hallway entered my mind and I slid my hands back down the inside of my thighs.

This time spreading my legs as they moved closer. Thinking of Jeff, hearing the cars, feeling that breeze on my wet tight vagina, just made me completely tingle down there. My hands made their way to my vagina, it was so wet. How many eyes are looking at me right now I thought. With my right hand I took my fingers and touched my clit. OH MY as now the feeling spread to my stomach, down my legs, everything started to feel as if it were on fire. My left hand slid down to the opening of my vagina while the right hand never failed me in its rhythmic pace on my clit. One finger entered; I WAS SO WET. Two fingers, I am so tight. My vagina was so wet, that my second finger slid right in, but there was a fight. Oh my thinking about walking thru the halls at work today, two fingers come sliding out. But right back in they went. Ohhhh, I let out a moan as the two fingers began to stretch my unused vagina.

Now the pace on my clit picked up. Is this that big truck driver giving me this pleasure while he was looking at me at the stop light. Is it Jeff, as he picked up his stuff so close to my exposed secret? Or is it everyone looking at me while at the gym earlier I was thinking. No, it's the gawkers driving by looking at me with my legs spread in my bead. Over and over, I forced my fingers in and out of my vagina while all these thoughts went racing thru my head.

AND then the moment I was waiting for. That feeling that had been between my legs all day, let loose with one giant explosion inside my body. My legs began to shake uncontrollably, my nipples were nice and rock hard. This was it, the orgasm i had been waiting on all day raced thru every nerve ending in my body. Faster and faster with my fingers pleasuring the inside of my vagina, faster and faster I rubbed my clit with the other hand, UNTIL. BOOM. IT was done. Time just stopped.

The only noise that filled the room was my heavy breathing and the traffic still driving by. I went limp and numb from head to toe. After some time, once i regained feeling in my body, i made my way to my pillows, slid my thick covers over my body. And just held myself under my protective layer of fabric. I never knew one little thing as not wearing any panties all day could blow my mind and feel so good, I thought to myself. This was exactly what i needed on my first day of being divorced.

DING chirps my phone from my nightstand. With one hand I opened up the screen to my messages. I got you a date for Saturday it said. Make sure you dress like you did today, you know NO PANTIES *wink wink* or i will show everyone this pic, the text read. Oh no, my hands began to shake.

All I could muster to type back was OKAY, send…

I have a date this weekend. I thought to myself, and how weird it sounded. I, have, a, date, this weekend. If this is how my first day went, I can't wait to see what my first date had in store I thought as I drifted off to sleep...

My fantasy is that my Master is always watching even when he feels sadistic, that he desire to humiliate me and make me feel like his little whore, then make me face that and accept it so that even if i am humiliated i get that twisted attention.. used like a whore.. because no one really can use me and make me feel like a whore but him....so when wolf pack took me i knew i was doing his fantasy.. craving he watch means his fantasies haven't changed and that i can please.. just as well those things made me to make new opportunities hoping we still walk the same path and that they won't just fail because what do i do with opportunities if no longer they are Devil's desire. They are useless then.. is it good to be little slut and risk sooo much just to please your twisted Master and earn his hard cock.. and get ruined some more begging for lust to bite you, and use some more.. craving to explore.. yes He made me such whore for him i miss the humiliation where he tells me what a whore I was.. and no matter how much it makes me suffer to make me struggle in that desire to please regardless that's what his attention do to me.. some are anime because prof agreed and made them for me to keep.. some is under password loll and not in anime style so that's why i wasn't able to post here..
Humiliate me my Lord.. let me earn those sensations and your eyes.. i know you are veryy kinky so why have you punished. am i more bad for doing it than not
i do crave you stroke on it and punish me for being such little whore.. i desire the path and just to know we are on right one still.. would be shame i guess to just forget it happened.. because i tried down to every detail
or my Master has really changed and all of sudden none of this is his fantasy..
have i not corrupted well? :p
it miss your acceptance for it to be full taste of what happened.. let that swirl around me and take a deeper bite and make me feel like a slave who just please You, let me worship your cock i made opportunities for every fantasy you mentioned and beyond.. and i know you like it just like you like tormenting my feelings and see me emotional and fuck with my head.. bring the full taste my Lord, it just misses your piece
without you it just gets funny loll

Last night I was visited by my ex-girlfriend, she called me right out of the blue and asked to see me. It has been about 2 years since she made contact last time and I told her then that I was not interested what so ever to talk or to meet. But now there she was standing outside my door.

It's funny that she choose this exact evening to show up, specially since my fiance left on a bussinesstrip that morning. I was all alone in our apartment, I had watched porn and edged my cock for hours, I was horny and suddenly a familiar girl was at my doorstep. I'm not going to lie, the first thing that came to mind was not so innocent. I felt as if I could see her naked body through her clothes from memory alone. Her crooked tits, one larger than the other but yet perky. Her flat ass that barely made a dent in her pants. Her huge, fat pussylips that would cling to the sides of my cock as I fucked her all those years ago.

I am not proud of this. I never fucked her because I thought she was a fox or because I loved her. I was desperate. Before I met here I didn't have sex for 5 years. I was starving, I was a man in the desert dying of thirst. So ofcourse I had to fuck her, I fucked her for days on end. I fucked her for weeks, and I was kind of happy about it, finally getting to bury my pussy-starved cock deep into that wetness.

It was all fine until that day she said she loved me. That's when I started having second thoughts, when I started failing at staying hard troughout the act, when I started wishing she would go away and just let me watch porn on my own like I had done the last 5 years. It was also about this time I started to get angry.

I felt as the weeks went by I would become more and more angry with her. I still wanted to have sex, but I would fantasize about her friend, and her lesbian sister. I felt more and more that I wanted to humiliate her, I wanted to fuck her but not in a way that she would enjoy, I wanted to cum in her face and call her a disguisting whore, and maybe I wanted it to hurt a little. Maybe I wanted her to be a little scared.

As she now stood there in the doorway, looking at me and smiling her stupid smile with her head tilted to one side, all these feelings came rushing back to me. I was horny, I wanted to fuck her and... no, I think I wanted to abuse her. I wanted her to have no pleasure and no power. I wanted to make her sorry for coming to my home, and I wanted her to only blame her self for what I was about to do to her.

I seriously don't know if anyone will read this or want to know how things proceded. But if you do, tell me.

There is much more to tell.

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I'm sick of niggers, sick of white's who think they are superior dude to "statistics", illegal Mexicans. Aside from those Japanese bastards getting what's coming to them being Asian is fucking great. Not only is it funny to hear you other bastards rely on "Asian's have small cocks" Its also amazing how many women "your" women prefer us Asians. This may sound strange coming from an Asian but I hate whites the most. At least niggers and Mexicans don't go around changing shit then saying "Its because were superior" Our history is rich and deep, niggers don't have one and white's have a history full of deceit lies and credit taking. Mexican history is the same as their current situation. Have fun fucking failing everyone have fucking fun.