Tried writing this as a reply to anon on the horse thread but for some reason it kept saying system error when I hit send... so anyways I was wondering if you have had any encounters with a bull?
On the subject of horses I'm now thinking a horse whisperer is secretly toying with it's cock and not actually whispering... also just wondering, does the horses ears prick up when your around it and does it greet you with excitement?
The pic I posted is of me at my first rodeo by the way... oh how I wish I was a horse that day, the cowgirls were well lets just say strong handed... nudge nudge wink wink..

I confess that I've been a whore all my life.
When I was 9 or 10 I was predatory on men & women.

Once, my neighbor, a nice 19 year old boy would hang around us kids outside. He was weird and awkward and fat, with a red face and shy eyes. I preyed on him and got him in trouble.

One day we were playing outside will all of the neighbor kids. More boys than girls and I wanted to join the game of wrestling. We all played and laughed. As the sun went down and more kids were called inside to dinner, I found myself "wrestling" on top of this 19 year old in the grass on the side of the road.
I found something a bit hard underneath my pussy. I knew I'd found the right spot. Like a whore, I started to move back n forth on it... knowing it would get harder if I kept up. This wasn't my first rodeo.
I slipped back n forth gently, hoping not to spook him... make him think it was accidental. Like I didn't know what I was doing.
He wore shiny basketball shorts (I now know they have underwear in them) smooth, shiny red. I wore a thin white panty and spandex shorts.
I rubbed a little harder. I knew I could cum this way if given the chance. I yearned for the feeling I had with a previous man.
I'm touching his belly, it's moving. Rocking as I rub purposefully now. He's not protesting! Great!
I think I better make this quick before I get caught or my mother calls me in. So I start to rub harder and harder. He is moving with me as I slide back n forth on his shaft. I'm wet, he's wet, I am slipping but my legs have a great grip on his sides. I'm strong, I ride him hard. I cum. I hear him start to laugh. I can feel the pulsing through the shorts, through my panties.

Cowgirls first rodeo riding a big bull. Is she ready?

Anybody up for riding this cowgirl??  She looks like sh really knows how to rodeo!!

So, I have apparently been surfing this site WAY TOO MUCH... Just saw a description of a show called "Little Britches Rodeo" and it says: "Coverage of the Senior Boys Bareback Rodeo" but goddammit, imagine my dissapointment when I click over and they're all fully clothed riding horses!

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…
 

I confess that Rodeo Sex fascinates me. Had anyone here tried Rodeo Sex and lived to tell the tale?

I live in a city, which is a big university center in eastern Europe. Now, to explain, these get filled, every year, with many, many gorgeous girls from the countryside, who are free to live their lives how they want them, for the first time in their lives. If you add the patriarchal upbringing in the areas they came from, you got a bingo on your hands.

I used to take full advantage of this,l when I was younger. Those girls were so hungry of life, yet, mostly, not so experienced, and they tried to hide their inexperience, by showing to the world (and men from the city), that they are not these prude peasants from the mountains, villages and sleeping small towns.

Well, time passes, I get married, divorced, and before you know it, I am over 40. No way for me to get back into that scene, because I am too old - I cant just show up on a freshman party, like I used to, 20 years ago.

Now, there is a small caffe in the same street as my office. It is in the old part of town, tourist part of town, and this place is a bit hipsterish, but it is close to my work, so I drink coffee there, almost every day. And, there is this petite, brunette waitress. When I hear her accent, I knew from what part of the country she is from, so I took an elaborate guess - "student".

She smiled, and nodded.

Now, I am not a big tipper, but I started tipping, and not small amounts, and of course she noticed. As time passed, I started coming to every single one of her shifts. One Sunday morning, when it is almost empty, I asked her to sit with me (she was alone in the bar - no manager), so we can have coffee together.

We talked, and you know how it is with young women, I forgot how easy it is to manipulate, if you have got the talk, and the attitude. I look rather well for a man my age, I might even say far beyond the average, but still, she was too young for me - 19, first year of college.

She smiled, and laughed, and we got a bit closer. Week, after week, after week, I was there, she was laughing, and we became "friends", if a man and a woman of such age disparity, can become friends. I asked her to get me back in the game, maybe take me to some places where it is fun, that I feel young, but am restrained by my age, and narrow group of friends.

So, we started hanging out. We went to few places - total modern trash, then I stepped up my game, and invited her to a few cool and hip places, she could only see in the movies - a jazz club, cabaret, and one fancy dinner with local music.

Then the cinemas came along, theater, and when I brought her to the opera, and even bought her a dress and shoes for the occasion - she was done.

That night I got a blow job, and by her technique, and the fact that she swallowed, without flinching, made me realize, that it wasnt her first rodeo, nor the second.

We remained "friends", and when I wanted to fuck her, she was reluctant, thinking that, if we go any further, that that will ruin our "friendship".

We were both aware that it is a sugar daddy situation, and I didnt object. So, I was getting my cock sucked once or twice a week for almost a year. Then, she met someone, and stopped coming. She told me that our friendship is over, and that she cant go on, since it is time for her to find happiness in her life.

I was dissapointed and all, but, well, it was nice.

Now, I am looking for my next target.

I have a confession.
My older brother and I were at a rodeo in west Texas. We weren’t competing or anything just watching the show. Anyway, there was this nice looking young brunette working the concession stand and I started flirting with her. I wound up getting her number.
I called her a few days later and we made a date to go out. I picked her up and told her that there was a party at a friend of mines house that I wanted to take her too. Her dad made us take her little brother Glen along with us. I guess he thought that would keep me from trying to fuck his daughter. She was a cute, petite brunette with a small ass and these very firm, very large tits that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. Anyway the three of us went to eat at a local restaurant and then off to the party we go.
We get there and there are a number of guys, probably 7or 8 and just two other girls besides Kathy. I was looking for a way to get her alone and there were these two guys playing a video game in the living room. I introduced her brother to them and left him in there with them.
There was a card game going on at the kitchen table and Kathy and I got involved in that. There was a bottle of Jack Daniels being passed around the table as well as a couple of joints and it wasn’t long before we were pretty high.
I asked a buddy of mine named Larry if I could use his bedroom for a bit to which he agreed. This was a well known party house and this was not uncommon.
I took her back to the bedroom and it wasn’t long before She was naked sucking my dick and then spread her legs to get fucked. We were pretty stoned and I guess I went to sleep.
I was awakened to the bed moving a couple of hours later and when I rolled over there was my buddy Larry laying on his back with this little whore riding his dick for all she was worth.
I gathered my clothes and got dressed with him still fucking her. I walked back to the kitchen and got a beer. Everybody was pretty much crashed by then. I guess Glen heard me in the kitchen and walked in there to see what was up. I told him to come here I want to show you something. We walked to the bedroom door and he could clearly his sister bouncing up and down on Larry’s cock.
I told him I was heading out and asked if he wanted a ride. He said he did and we left her there and I dropped him off in front of his house before going on home myself.
The next day her dad called me wanting to know where his daughter was. I told him that her and a friend of mine seemed to hit it off so I left her with him. I even gave him the address in case he wanted to go see for himself. I understand that he went by there and tried to get her to come home with him. I guess she had some daddy issues cause I heard she told him to go fuck himself and stayed with Larry.
I saw Larry in town a few days ago and he told me he had bored with her pretty quickly but she seemed to like the availability of plenty of weed and alcohol that was always there. He also said she seemed to be enjoying the large variety of hard dicks that were always coming through. From what I hear she had been fucked by between 12-15 different guys before they all bored with her and dropped her off in front of her dad’s house.
Fast forward about 2 months and I guess my older brother had bumped into her somewhere and he is dating her. I told him about her time at the party house and he confronted her about it. She lied to him and said it never happened and that I was just jealous because she didn’t want to go out with me anymore. I told him whatever and just let it go.
Next thing Iknow he has moved her in with him. I didn’t say anything else about it to him. I guessed he’d figure it out soon enough.
The town we lived in was kind of small and it was difficult to not bump into people. I was working nights on drilling rigs. I got up about noon on a day off and decided to go have a couple of cold beers. There was a small bar I used to go to. As I was pulling in to park I noticed a couple fooling around in the front seat of a truck around the side of the building.
It was a dirt parking lot and small so I walked right past where this was going on as I went into the bar.
I could see that the passenger door was open, there was a girl on her back with her legs spread outside the truck and a guy between her legs fucking her. The guy noticed me but I just gave him a quick thumbs up and kept walking.
I sat down on a bar stool and ordered a beer. After it was about half way gone I notice the guy from the truck outside walk in. And lo and behold this little whore that he had been fucking followed him in. And, you got it, it was this gal that was living with my brother.
She noticed me too and came over wanting to talk. The guy didn’t seem to give a shit what she did as he ordered a beer. I told her I didn’t want to talk about this in public and told her let’s go outside.
We walked out to my car and sat down in the passenger seat. I walked around and sat in the drivers. She started chattering something about please don’t tell your brother.
While she was still talking I unzipped my pants, reached over with my right had and pushed her face into my lap. I was pushing her head down and raising my hips while I fucked her mouth until I shot my wad down her throat.
When I was done using her mouth I told her that if she wanted me to be quiet that she would be doing whatever I told her to do. She agreed and for probably close to a year from then I would fuck her mouth and pussy any time I wanted. Hell, I even loaned her out to friends at times.
After a while my brother caught her fucking around and tossed her out.
The last I heard of her she was going into the Navy. Bet all those sailors were loving her.

REAL RAPE STORY.. (EMAIL)

I was raped last night..by a guy that I have been seeing for awhile, for about a month, actually..

It might not even classify as rape.. I told him to stop, and he didn't, but he had already slept together quite a bit.. Things were going pretty well until recently..

I can't believe he did that to me, though...

I was kinda blowing him off the whole night, ignoring him and mnot wanting to deal with him because he had pretty much been an asshole to me for the past two weeks and not talked to me at all. We were all in the hot tub and he kept trying to get close to me and I would move away and tell him to back off. Everyone else was like "What the fuck did he do?" and bugging me to talk to him in front of everyone. So I left the hot tub and went inside, I had to yell at him to come inside the house so we could talk. He came inside and we talked about pretty much everything that was going on between us, how he really cared about me but didn't want a relationship and how he didn't want to make any promises or anything because "he goes to rodeos almost every weekend." and he didnt want to hurt me anymore than he already had. Everything seemed to work out, and I told him that I wanted to go to bed by myself, and he said he would rather be with me when I slept than be outside drinking. I took that as him being considerate and let him come in and lay down with me (bad idea..). One thing leads to another and we end up having sex.

I tell him after awhile, "******, I'm done. You need to stop."

And he doesn't.

I tried to stop him but I couldn't. I was already exhausted and I had like, no energy left at all..

After what felt like five or ten minutes of him pounding me, he finished. He tried to be all nice and stuff cuz I don't think he realized what he had done until I told him he had to leave. I tried really hard to not start crying but I kinda couldn't help it. He was like, "Oh fuck, k***** I'm so sorry. God I'm an asshole blah blah blah.." All I said was, "S***** you need to leave." He didn't get up right away so got out of bed and started getting dressed and he was like, "No, K*****, stay and sleep some," or soemthing like that, I don't exactly remember.. He left but I got dressed anyway and just went out of the room, into the livving room grabbed my boots and walked outside... Everyone was in the living room like, "What the hell... where's she goin?" I just went outside and called J*** to come pick me up and waited out there. I almost started walking before I called J*** but I went back and waited in front of the house for her. R**** came out with N***** (Big D****'s girlfriend. D****'s like 60 or somethin..) and helped her into her car and stuff. He asked me if I was okay and I just started crying.. He hugged me for a few minutes until I calmed down. He got his boots on and waited with me until J*** came. I told him what happened, and he was like, "Everything is gonna be okay, I promise.." he was really sweet and prettymuch the only one to check on me or anything...

I'm glad he did though cuz I was a wreck last night after everything...

I wake up this morning and get a text from S**** saying "Are you at home?" I said you probably shouldn't talk to me for awhile. he said he wanted to drop off some clothes that I left there last night so I told him to bring them over. He comes over and knocks on the door. I have my h eater BLASTING and I make him stand outside in the cold.. Anyway, He gives me my stuff and apologizes and calls himself an asshole for treating me like this and that I don't deserve anything he did to me and I didn't really know what to say...

So for now, things are over.. I am debating whether or not to press charges.. J**** said he did it to her on more than one occassion and that he did it to other girls too..

God, P*******... I was falling in love with him..

Whay the fuck do I have to be attracted to people that treat me like absolute shit? I don't want to be here anymore, P*******... I don't feel safe here anymore..

I don't know what to do or say..
I don't want things to be over between S***** and I, but what he did last night was really kind of devasting...
I really care about him but I don't know what to do or say.
I miss him like crazy already..

what the hell am I supposed to do? Pressing charges would be REALLY hard for me to do.. I mean, that wasnt the first time that we have slept together or anything, It is just the first time that anything like THAT has happened between him and me...
I have no idea what to do...

Awkward moments. Everyone has them. Something reminded me of this one.

I seem to be a magnet for people's dark secrets. I don't know why, and I'm not sure if it's a gift or a curse but onward with the story.

Back when I was in highschool. There was this girl that sat by me in a spanish class. She was okay looking 6.5/10. Maybe a 7 on a good day haha. Well we would talk for most of class about whatever. One day she decides to drop a bomb from out of no where and say that a few years before she was raped at a rodeo.

Now as I said, I'm no stranger to weird conversations and this wasn't the first girl I've heard rape stories from. But it's a hard conversation to maneuver lol. I don't remember what I said back to her but a few minutes later before the class bell rang she decides take awkward even farther and tell me that she poops 3x a day every day!

Yeah. What the fuck I bet you didn't see that coming either HAHA. Thankfully the bell rang. Call me an asshole but I never talked to the girl again since that day. I mean hey, I'm glad she has a better digestive tract than my 50 yo clockwork stepdad. But I didn't know what to think.

I've heard much worse but I think it's funny and thought I would share. Do you have any funny or embarrassing stories? Times when it was just too much information...