I confess that a fleshlight is the greatest invention since he light bulb

I had sex with my 56 year old neighbor who her husband passed away. Should I feel weird? or Guilty?

I'm 24 and she's 56 and has a huge ass which has a few wrinkles but still fuckable, and still looks like she's 37 years old.

I was in her apartment fixing something and she lives alone, she was wearing gray yoga pants I get extremely horny, when women wear yoga pants. Every time she walks her huge ass was moving up and down, I called her for some help to hold the ladder so I can change the light bulb, I noticed her staring my dick which I tried to pull back so she won't see it bulge cause I was horny of her gray yoga pants.

All of a sudden she calls me in her room and takes of her yoga pants and says I wanna have sex, I pull down my pants and start ramming her pussy her wrinkle ass was so soft she was enjoying it so much since she had not had sex ever since her hubby passed away, I came in her pussy, cum was pouring out.

She said I can come over any time to fuck her, since her urges are very needed.

I don;t know should I keep going or not? cause I fucked her on her couch in her room, I was going extremely hardcore with her pussy and it felt good she liked it.

How many niggers does it take to screw in a light bulb?

Who knows, the stupid spear chuckin coons!

"Gangsta's" after smoking a light-bulb

I confess I really really want to fuck my wife's sister.

The problem is I don't think she wants to fuck me, But I am not sure.

She is a single mum and I help out whenever she needs a man to change a light-bulb etc, She is always cuddly and affectionate towards me, But I am not sure how I can tell if she would fuck me?

I regularly tell her I want her, Both with and without my wife around, They both laugh it off - But how do I try and take it any further, whilst still leaving the I was only playing as normal card?

I grab her ass and tits all the time and she does not seem to mind, But if I tell her I want to fuck her she say's "In your dreams" In a joking way.

She regularly kisses me on the mouth when I leave, But only a short kiss, never anything more.

I need to know what everyone thinks?

What if every racist, myopic, imbecile on motherless all got together and we harnessed their cumulative brain power and transmitted that into an energy grid?

We could light up one 40-watt bulb for at least a week.

how many people does it take to change a light bulb?
I will let you know tomorrow.

I confess that another confession here made me think of this.

About four years ago, I was dating a girl who was living in a relatively small, family owned apartment complex.

There were 3 two story buildings in total, I think about 8 apartments per building and they had been built at different times. The communal laundry room was in the basement of the second building.

My girl was a tall, blonde pretty good looking MILF. She was living in an apartment on the second floor of the newest of the 3 buildings. She had picked the second floor because she thought it was too easy for someone to break into a ground floor apartment.

One evening, I went over for dinner. She had been doing some laundry, it was getting dark, she said the lights in the laundry room weren�t working and wanted me to go with her to get her laundry.

I got a flashlight out of my car and we walked down to the laundry room.

There were three young, black guys hanging around outside who very obviously didn�t live there. One of them made some stupid ass excuse about they were looking for a drink machine and they left.

I then had a look at the lights in the laundry room. They were fluorescent lights and they �weren�t working� because someone had intentionally turned every single bulb out of its socket.

My confession is, I�ve had many a wank fantasy about what would have happened in that laundry room had I not been with her.

How many cops does it take to change a light bulb?

None, the just beat the room for being black.

She's turning 20 this july but she still has the body of a 10 year old kid. I would love to see her abducted and then brought to a dark room with only a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls and floor are made of concrete and have no window. There's a steel bed in the middle of the room, with a matress on top of it. She's forced on her back and her her little hands and feet are pinned near the posts of the bed and then handcuffed. Now, she's in a completely helpless state, not that she could have done anything from the start when my crew of big black men abducted her in the first place.

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Maggie's imprisonment Part I

    Maggie didn't know it, but she had been chained in her dungeon cell for exactly twenty hours. That was twenty hours of total darkness. Twenty hours of solitude. Twenty hours of painful restraint, forced to stand on her toes. Twenty hours of no food nor water.    Twenty hours of captivity. Maggie was completely nude, stretched and covered with sweat and dust, her legs tainted with her piss that she wasn’t able to retain anymore. What a shame for her!
Her imprisonment only takes a short time. The abductors must have cloroformed her, she didn’t remember it what had happened to her, the last thing she could remember that she was driving in her car. When she woke up, she had been tied up into a hogtie, wrists and ankles bound tightly and very close together, so she could easily touch her heels with her fingers. She was still wearing all her clothes, except her sneakers which had been taken off. Since her youth she hadn’t worn any socks, even in winter, and at home she was always barefoot. Her soles are well calloused and trained.
She started to move but it was difficult because her hands and feet must had been tied up for a long time, they were cold and numb. She hardly was able to wrinkle her fingers and toes. Her mouth has been taped up, and a bag has been pulled over her head. She noted that her big toes were tied together, a small rope cinched tightly between them. She was transported for a long time, in a van, because her tied-up body rocked back and forth.
After a while the van stopped and a door was opened. Powerful hands grabbed her bound and aching body, she was raised on her shoulders and knees, they carried her over a certain distance and laid her on a hard surface. Then she got untied, first the rope which has joined her hands and feet so she was able to stretch her extremely aching back. When the abductor frees her wrists, the cut-off circulation of her hands was restored and Maggie moans loudly. She started to move her burning fingers, her hands seemed to burn in a fire! Quickly a pair of handcuffs were closed around her wrists, firmly pressing in the skin. Her feet were freed just like that, also burning and aching like hell, her ankles got cuffed as fast as her wrists. Then the abductors removed the bag, so she was able to see them the first time.
There were two men, tall and muscular, wearing face masks, both a lumberjack shirt and jeans. They looked like twins, she thought seeing them the first time. She looked around, she was sitting on a table, placed in a huge hall, with walls of old bricks without any windows. There was also no notable door or entrance.
They grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up, from the desk upon her feet. She hardly was able to stand securely because of the numbness, they still felt cold. She noticed that her ankles had been cuffed with shining wide metal cuffs, fitting exactly around them, connected by short chain of ca. 30 cm. They pressed firmly in the skin, so every step was difficult to make and painful. Her wrists must have been cuffed in the same way, she tried to move them and noticed the hard metal squeezing the skin there.
She was pulled forward. Walking unsteadily they crossed the hall where the van was parked, and she was stopped in front of one of the walls. By using a hidden mechanism, the wall began to move and opened a view to a stairway leading downwards, lighted by electric bulbs. They entered the stairs and the wall closed slowly behind them. Her heart beat even faster now because she realized that no one will find her here.
It was difficult for her to went down the stairs, they felt warm and slippery, her still numb soles slipped away various times and the men had to hold her grabbing her arms.
They reached a small room, she was able to see some trash bags lying in a corner, obviously filled well. One of the men removed her wrist cuffs and told her to strip. Slowly she moved her swollen and cold fingers to opens her blouse, soaked with sweat, took it off and also the under shirt that she wears in the cold season. Because of her small breats she hadn’t used bras during her youth and her husband has encouraged her to continue until now. She hesitated by trying to cover her topless breasts with her hands, but the abductor ordered her to move faster. She pulled down her jeans and her slip fastly, unable to take them off because of her still cuffed feet. Her arms were grabbed and she was cuffed on her wrists again behind her back, the cold metal bite in the bruised and swollen skin there. She winced because of the sudden pain, but didn’t make a noise. Then one of the men leaned forward and uncuffed her ankles. The pain was intense, the skin there hurting brutally. The man pulled her clothes from her legs, the ankles were cuffed tightly again. She was able to watch it, the bright shackles were pressed firmly together, with a click they seemed to close automatically. The men took a few steps back to admire their new prisoner: At forty-one years old, Maggie did not have the typical body of a 41-year-old American woman. She exercised daily. She watched what she ate. She didn't smoke or do any type of drugs and used a regular regimen of vitamins and supplements. At 169 cm, she weighed in at only 54 kilos. Despite having born a total of three children, she had no signs of stretch marks and had no c-section scars. Her belly was flat and tight, her small breasts sagged only a bit with age, her hard and long nipples erected even more hardly. He touched them, also the piercing that she wears there since she was a teenager. As a young girl, with 13, she placed small barbells there with the consent of her parents, then she fell in love with her husband, who was her first boyfriend. He liked the idea that a woman always should wear a piercing in her nipples, so she continued since more than 28 years. When she was pregnant the first time, they decided that she should wear rings, and her husband found a perfect par, with a segment close that couldn’t be opened accidentally when the baby was sucking at her nipples. So she was able to breastfeed her three children with the piercings placed. They only know her mother with ringed nipples because she never took them off. Her two daughters were convinced that is normal for a female to wear rings like this and asked her when they will be old enough get them, too. With the years, they decided to stretch the piercing holes, up to 4 mm in diameter. She was fascinated by the idea closing them permanently. Therefor he filled a strong glue in the openings of the rings, closed the segments and later filled the small spaces with a solder, heating and polishing the rings carefully. He was very successful, since 13 years the rings formed am permanent part of her body, shining bright on her dark tanned skin. Everyone who has seen her topless wondered about the seamless and smooth appearance of theses rings and the way how they would have been placed. She never told anything about it, it was her secret.
Being pinched intensely, her nipples even got more harder. Her smooth and shaved crotch, yet a little bit wet after the harsh bondage treatment, began to wet even more. The men seemed to note it, they touched her crotch and put their fingers in her pussy. She trembled and tried to free herself, but the guys grabbed her firmly and stimulated her more. She got really hot and her liquids gather in vagina more and more. When they retracted their fingers, her crotch started to leak, dripping like hell, her juice running down her legs. She was frightened, reacting like this in front of her brutal abductors. But this was just the way her husbands had treated her since she married him, twenty years ago: He was fascinated by her feet, elegant, slim and with long toes. So he told her to be barefoot as often as possible, a plea which she fulfilled him without any difficulties. He like to tie her up before making sex, stripping her slowly and cinching soft ropes tightly around her wrists and ankles, her hands behind her back. Often they stood side by side for a long time, kissing themselves, her eyes blinded with a scarf, her cotch fingered as intensely like the abductors did recently. After getting extremely wet, he penetrated her always in doggy style from behind, then they lie nude together side by side and in the first years her bonds were loosen before falling asleep, when the children still were small and they had to care about them. Later he asked her to stay tied up all the night, he added a ball gag and some ropes at her elbows and knees. The first time she was not able to fell asleep, being excited all the time, so he had to take her another time in the morning. But with the course of time she got used to it. Now she slept without a problem, tightly tied up in his arms.
One of her abductors grabbed an empty garbage bag, filled it with her clothes and threw it over the mountain of the other bags lying there. There must many other persons who has been treated like her, she thought. She was grabbed around her left bicep, and lead her away. Her body jerked forward and her bare feet slid another time on the stone floor They her another time to a wall, another secret mechanism was used to open a door, that revealed another stairway, dark and humid. The men used a torch to enlighten it, they went down and she noted the warm and musty air rising up.

To be continued….