I met him at a lunch place and we sat on the patio. He asked if I was serious, the price was 150 and I had to rent the room. He suggested this flea bag motel on the exit of the freeway. I agreed, I was hungry by then and I told him I carried the cash and he could follow my pickup.

I gave up on meeting someone a while back. I have a number I call and someone of my liking is sent out to me. This man was what I had asked for, taller and stocky. I had asked to make sure he was cut, I don't suck uncut cocks. My idea for the afternoon was a little bit of everything. I was really in the mood to have him fuck me.

He knocked and I let him in, we got undressed together. He was cut and had a handsome penis, proportioned and as I held it he rose to the occasion. He offered me some help from medication but I turned it down, it gives me a headache. And for that afternoon I was more interested in how long he could stay up, I wanted to get the full treatment.

We kissed, a must if I am to get in the mood. A long session of kissing, standing together naked, his cock against mine, erect and pressing against each other. I ran my hands around his back and his backside was firm, he ran his hands around my backside. I liked that, I like the feel of a strong man's hands massaging my butt cheeks. I kissed harder and he responded pulling me to him.

We lay on the bed and were soon in a sixty nine sucking each other. His cock was hard, he must have taken a double dose. Good, I like a hard cock when he fucks me. He made me cum, I say made me because he used his finger against my prostate and I couldn't fight it, I came with some of it dribbling down his chin we kissed again. I licked his chin clean and swallowed what he had given me. It was way too soon but I needed him to fuck me.

I lay flat on my stomach and let him massage me, paying extra attention to my butt and his thumbs massaging my anus. He could tell It was time and he got on me, pressed his body against mine and started to fuck me. With his cock so hard it felt great, I love it that way. Once in all the way he fucked and fucked and fucked, slow and fast, in and out, slow and fast, in and out, I had a small ejaculation into the bedspread. With a lift up he grabbed my shoulders and he went to work until he came, licking my anus after he pulled out.

On a per the hour basis he is expensive, from start to finish it was barely thirty five minutes. But it was worth it, it always is. That's the difference between a professional and an amateur.

I’m ftm, 23, and for weeks I haven’t been able to stop thinking about my partner getting me pregnant. I’ve been so tempted to stop taking my birth control and just let it happen - they love giving me creampies. I love when they fill me, and I can’t help but wonder if they secretly want to breed me for real too. These thoughts have been getting distracting and I can’t help but zone out when I’m supposed to be doing work or paying attention to things, and sometimes I will have to stop what I’m doing to relieve myself. I know it’s not practical to have a baby, especially with the stage in life we’re at, but it’s just such a hot fantasy.

Disclaimer: a lot of backstory

I'm 16 years old and I grew up with my mother since my dad left. Unfortunately, I lost my mother in 2015 to an overdose. I loved her a lot but there is one thing bothering me A LOT.

It was on the exact same day of my 8th birthday and my mom woke me up late to school and I really looked forward to coming on time and handing out sweets to my classmates since this is pretty common on students' birthdays in my country. My grandma who lived one story above us came down and asked my mother why I was still not dressed and on the couch in the living room watching TV. I had to hurry up and in pressure I was a little mad at my mom and told her that I wouldn't invite her to my birthday party we'd celebrate at my grandma's since she was working while my mom didn't do too good with her health.

After school my grandma brought me to her apartment instantly where my great grandma and such already waited for me, with birthday decoration and cake set up, we celebrated and I was pretty happy. Only a little disappointed my mom didn't come. After everyone left and my grandma was getting ready for work, which was around 7pm maybe (?), she gave me pot with soup to bring down to my mom's so we had some proper food for lunch next day. My mom was in the bathroom and i put the pot on the table in the kitchen while the whole kitchen smelled of whine, i ignored it. I went to my room and played on my nintendo WII, maybe 20 minutes later I heard a loud noise and my mother shouting out our equivelant of "Fuck!". I assumed she just dropped something like she did sometimes and continued playing. I eventually wanted to get a snack and wondered why my mom let me stay up so long, at this point I don't know the time. I went into the living room and saw my little brother with my mom's tablet unattended which was already weird enough, but when I turned around and looked into a small room which is basically a corridor for shoes and jackets when you enter the apartment and saw my mom lying there. I was scared and and she couldnt give me proper answers, just mumble. Rest is irrelevant to the story, i texted my grandma and my grandma's sister with her phone saying my mom is lying on the floor, they came, called the ambulance, stayed until morning since i'd be unattended troughout the night and few days later found out she died.

Coming to my point, my mom always wore a white tanktop with no bra. And at that time all I felt was worry, but thinking back as I recall the events of that day second by second, I feel arousal when I think of her lying there. She had pretty huge boobs honestly and I could see her nipples trough the top which I ignored at that time. But now I get an errection thinking back. I feel extreme shame and guilt for having these thoughts but I wonder what'd happen if i just took her top off and played with her boobs a little.

Growing up without a mother living at my grandma's till this day, i sort of developed a mommy kink. I have sexual interest in an older girl (not a milf, just a girl around 22-27 maybe) with huge boobs dominating me, comforting me and whatever not. I recently discovered an app that is pretty well known but that I won't name just in case this will be considered advertisement, if anyone even reads this. That app is basically a platform where you can create and chat with characters powered by Artifical Intelligence, and it's pretty realistic. So realistic I developed an addiction for incest roleplay with older sisters, aunts, moms.

My mind is fucked up in general, that I acknowledge I was hooked to all type of shit like gore because anger and sorrow just built up inside of me and i watched people die online as a form of letting out my anger.

I am writing this because i wanted to get this off my mind, i doubt anyone will ever find this, if they will they won't read it and if they will, they can't even contact me. But looking at these posts really turns me on and besides how narcissistic, masochistic, paranoid and whatever not I am (not diagnosed for obvious reasons), I want an older girl to heal me, I believe that will heal my mind from thoughts of incest, violence and whatever not.

I appreciate anyone who is reading this and I am kind of sad that providing contact is prohibited for privacy purposes I suppose, but I hope someone out there is really reading this and imagining my situation.

I absolutely love older girls, for example i had so many thoughts about my IT teacher, she is pretty tell, really thick and has sort of a teasing personality. She has a huge ass and I swear to you when I tell you my thoughts ranged from offering her money after class to just grabbing her butt sometime to even hitting her with a hammer and then fucking her. I sort of have this neceophile kink, I am not really ugly but not pretty enough for girls to talk to me either, and i am sexually inexperienced I would find just asking her too awkward, but if she is dead or knocked out, she cant see or hear me i can just fuck her pretty ass all i want. I really wish I had a more positive view on things but she wouldn't date a student.

I channeled to different topics troughout this text and to all authorities possibly reading this:

"I am not a threat, I am incapable of acting on my thoughts"

Thanks for reading.

I’ve been fucking my grandma for three years. I stayed with her during Covid because my mom was recovering from surgery. I didn’t want to bring anything home to her.

Grandma was always in a nightgown. I was really horny and knew she had seen me jerking off through the crack in my bedroom door.

So one morning I approached her naked and surprised her by lifting her nightgown up and feeling her ass. I told her I loved her a lot right before I slid my dick inside her and fucked her.

She didn’t stop me. She wanted me to be happy and was willing to do anything for me. So I kept fucking her whether it was her pussy or ass.

She’s 83 now and loves to get fucked by me(27).

So I’m 18 years old and I’m from Canada I for minute now my grandmothers have passed away and my family got them cremated, and they sent them to us in a box. I loved them very much, and they took care of me when I was younger but anyways for a while now, anytime I masturbate, I like to do a very dirty, nasty and perverted things probably a result of my fucked up childhood and one day when I was home alone, I decided I wanted to open my grandmothers ashes, so I did. And followed. Was my heart pounding incredibly fast as I decide what to do next so that I thought it would be really hot and if I rub them all over my dick and masturbate and believe me when I say I came so incredibly hard so much so that I decided to scoop her out and put her in a little bag so anytime I felt like touching myself I had her already with me but if I’m being honest with myself, I feel a guilty about it but when I get riled up, I can’t control myself, this is obviously something I can’t tell anybody, but I wanted to share it on here

My uncle had a Mobil gas station when I was growing up. I went there to hang out after school. There was this guy that worked there on cars, and pumped gas. He was a grease monkey, that's what my Uncle called him. His name was Rob.

One afternoon I showed up and I caught my Uncle corn holing Rob the grease monkey in the office. My Uncle saw me too and I had to sit through a course in diplomacy. If I told anyone I was dust, like from ashes to ashes and dust to dust, dust. What happened is that once you see it, it never leaves your mind. Rob with his pants around his ankles and my Uncle pounding his ass.

I had wet dreams about that, I felt myself with my pants around my ankles leaning across the table like that and getting my ass pounded. I dreamed about it for a long, long time. I left home when I went away to college. I was all alone there and from time to time I would see a man that reminded me of my uncle, and there I went again, wet dreams about getting my ass pounded like my Uncle pounded that grease monkey Rob's ass that afternoon.

When it happened it was all wrong. I was working on a term paper and after I turned it in the professor was all over me, and I was called to his office. He gave me a D, told me to write it over and he would consider bringing the grade up to a C. I wasn't listening, I was looking at him, he was just like my uncle, a big heavy man with a heavy six o'clock shadow of a beard, big hands and he looked at me like a German Shepherd looks at a steak. I was nervous, real nervous, when I asked him if there wasn't something else I could do to get my grade up.

He said no. Redo the term paper, that's all. But he got the message and that afternoon I found out just what it was like to get your ass pounded with your pants around your ankles. After I found out what it was like to suck on a big old cock. I don't know which one I liked more, maybe both the same. I went back to my room with my ass still twitching and still wet from being fucked like that. I sat down at my desk in my room and daydreamed about how I had got my ass pounded.

I did get my grade up to a C.

Hey guys, I’m Kerrie-Ann and I guess my confession is that I’m a chronic masturbator. I don’t really know why I’m posting this as I’m not ashamed about it but I guess it could be cathartic to me and maybe you’ll get a kick out of it? IDK. From the start though, I don’t consider myself a slut or a whore because I genuinely don’t sleep with loads of guys at all. With my boyfriend im always up for sex but I masturbate multiple times a day on my own.

So I’ve always been able to get myself off, and used to spend ages in my bedroom just playing with my pussy and my bum and making myself come. I enjoyed experimenting with different things and textures, like slowly rubbing my stuffed bears’ leg along my pussy, or using a corner of my desk to grind on, and I got good at learning what sensation gave me what type of orgasm. So if I wanted a quick gentle orgasm I’d do one thing but if I had time before a shower I’d go harder and harder until I was sweating and shaking. My favourite though was our old vacuum cleaner which used to have a handle in just the right spot and that vibrated at just the right angle that I could prop it up against my wardrobe door and slide it inside me. I was gutted when mum threw it out as the new one didn’t vibrate at all.

I guess I knew what I was doing wasn’t really normal when I spoke to my friend about it and found that she rarely did it unless she knew her boyfriend was coming over and wanted to get in the right mood. It just felt alien to me that she didn’t want to feel like she’d just came all the time like I did. We didn’t like experiment together or anything but I learned that it was a private thing so that was a valuable lesson.

It really started to get a hold of me when I was in school and I’d just get SO horny all the time that I’d have to consciously calm myself down. My skin would get hyper sensitive and my heart would race. I’d have to excuse myself to the bathroom to come. I found a cubicle that had a rail I could straddle to ride, or if that one was occupied I’d just finger myself quickly. My panties were always soaking and I had to bring two pairs to school every day.

I was getting so confident that I started wearing a cute metal butt plug to school on days I didn’t have PE. I found that if I sat a certain way I could push the plug against the chair and essentially fuck myself, which meant an orgasm per lesson if I wanted, without having to get up. I wore that plug almost every day for 4 years straight. If I was leaving the house it would be on a checklist like ‘keys, phone, plug, bag.’

I’m in an office job now which lets we work remote unless we do a client visit so I can spend my day making myself come. I love sitting on a zoom call with a toy buzzing under my skirt, one finger rubbing my clit whilst I talk about work stuff, and I still wear a butt plug when I go out to visit clients.

So yeah, I’ve come like three times whilst writing this, believe me or don’t, I don’t care, but girls don’t be afraid of your own bodies!