Not really a confession... more like a question.
About 4 months ago, a friend of mine told me that he and his wife really want to have a baby. Seems they have been trying for quite some time and she hasn't gotten pregnant.
He told me they went to a fertility clinic and she is ok but he has what they called "low sperm count" and that's why she hasn't gotten pregnant.
So my friend tells me that they don't have the money for the artificial insemination but she really wants to have a baby.
Bottom line is, he asked me if I would be willing to get her pregnant. I said, "you wnat me to fuck your wife and get her pregnant?" and he says "Yeah, she's real nervous about it but she doesn't want to do it with some stranger. She knows you and likes you and she wants you to do it."
So, what the hell, I agree to it and I have fucked his wife three or four times a month for the past 4 months. She is a hot little number and she sucks my cock to get it hard, pretty much does anything I ask her to do as long as I come in her pussy.
NOw the question is, how long can I get away with fucking my friend's wife before they find out I had a vasectomy 12 years ago?

Fresh from tha abortion clinic

I'm falling for a stripper. I'm married but my wife is clinically depressed and mentally abusive.

So I went to a strip club last week and met a dancer who is a perfect 10 and sweet as pie. I don't think she even belongs there. She's educated and comes from a nice family. We talk all night and then go make out (everything but sex). I just want to rescue her and run away. I can have her but I can't bring myself to do it WTF I'm so frustrated.

Back to my marriage.. I have a young child and until now I was willing to pretend everything is fine for his sake. But when my wife comes back from a family thing I'm going to tell her to shape up or ship out. It's the only thing I can do to keep my sanity since running away with a stripper is about the stupidest choice I could ever make.

I did not expect that my confession of masturbating men in a sperm clinic would be so well received, thanks guys, I would like masturbation places to exist, some private with very sexy girls, other public volunteers with average girls, doing social service, and serving criminals condemnation of masturbating strangers, haha, it would be very funny to see them, I am always a volunteer on farms, I love making studs unload, when I have dates I tell them, hey I masturbate you, some don't believe me and others had a nice day, yes If a guy asked me, I would just do it, once a guy asked me as a joke, and I masturbated him, I also keep the semen samples, I have jars full of sperm in my room, it's also good to eat, and an excellent facial mask, the boys after downloading become tender, girls to masturbate, the violence would end

I confess I saw read about a rape prevention clinic and i got sad because they are learning how to defend. if they are cute they deserve to get hurt or else they shouldnt be cute

Fuck I miss tinder. Married now so not on there. So many hookups from tinder. Old young fat skinny just a smorgasbord of whores. Had to go to the clinic after raw digging so many bitches to make sure I didn’t catch anything. Thankfully I didn’t lol I wish I knew of an anonymous way to hook up with chicks like that now. Not into paying for it. 

A U.S. pastor has been indicted by a federal grand jury on charges of travelling to Haiti to have sex with children.

Larry Michael Bollinger, from Gaston, North Carolina, �did knowingly travel� from the United States to Haiti, and engage in illicit sexual conduct� with two minors, according to a bill of indictment filed in the U.S. District Court for the Western District of North Carolina on Tuesday.

Records show Bollinger was booked into the Mecklenburg County jail late Wednesday evening.

The alleged sexual acts occurred in 2009, between August 1 and November 18, according to the Charlotte Observer.

Behind bars: Gastonia pastor is in jail after being indicted on charges of having sex with two minors in Haiti.

Bollinger, a Lutheran pastor for 33 years, had been working as a coordinator with The Lazarus Project, a mostly Lutheran ministry that runs a vocational school and medical clinic in the Caribbean country.

Current coordinator of the Project, Rev. Ron Qualley, told the Charlotte Observer that Bolliger �was immediately removed from that position� when the sexual accusations first came to light in 2009.

�This is not anything we condone,� he said.

But Rev. Qualley insisted Bollinger �did very good work� during his time with the Project, which has been operating in Haiti for 16 years.

He said that while the accusations had come as a shock, the ministry had not been impacted and continued to do its work.

�The people of Haiti depend on our good work,� he said. �We�re trying to do the best we can.�

Bollinger and his wife had done volunteer work with the House of Mercy, a residential care facility in Belmont for individuals in the advanced stages of AIDS, according to the Charlotte Observer.

He is also believed to have been the pastor at Christ Lutheran Church in Stanley in the past.

So please give more money so we can continue to molest the children on Haiti, we will also be helping people with aids too.

I confess I'm considering cheating on my wife.

A bit (or a lot) of backstory: I've always been very shy and nerdy, not bad looking, but the total antithesis of a ladies' man. My senior year in high-school I was invited to go on a trip to Australia for a youth leadership conference. The trip was supposed to be for people finishing their first year of college, but through a mix-up I was able to go, and my parents thought it would be a good "educational" graduation gift. So I went and witnessed, without partaking, in lots of hook-ups. Our last night there we stayed at a hotel just a few blocks from Sydney's red-light district (King Street). I had a fair bit of extra cash after buying souvenirs for my family, so I was lured to a strip club. I didn't realize prostitution was legal there, and it was only a few minutes before I was lured to a private room and convinced to pay for a BJ. Right before I finished she stopped and asked if I wanted more -- in retrospect a great "marketing" tactic for that line of work. I still had some cash, but not enough - she finally agreed to do the deed, but insisted we had to be quiet or she'd get in trouble for taking such a low sum. So we did. And it was incredibly lousy. She just lay there, shirt on, didn't move a muscle, didn't make a sound. And even though I used a condom, I spent months convinced I had contracted something nasty. I must have had myself tested at clinics at least 3 times.

That was my only even-remotely sexual experience all the way through college. When I started grad school, I met a girl and we started dating -- my first girlfriend, and it didn't come until the age of 22. We quickly started into sex and a few months into it we stopped using a condom because she told me she couldn't get pregnant. Go figure--she did. She was a good Christian girl, and a total pro-lifer, so it shocked me when she was the one who decided to have the abortion. It was a hard time for her - moreso because she had been told by doctors this couldn't happen. That was only 3 months into the relationship.

I kept dating her, and eventually she started pushing me for the bling. I resisted for a long time, because aside from my one misstep in Australia, she was my only partner, and I knew I wanted more. Eventually, though, I convinced myself I could be monogamous with her, and we married about 19 months ago.

She was never petite to begin with, but she also has a problem with weight, she works out like a fiend, and eats healthier than anyone I know but the weight keeps piling on (it's part of the same condition that is supposed to prevent her from getting pregnant), though she has so far kept herself under 200 lbs, she is not skinny. On top of that, my eye has started to stray too, my confidence has gone up a whole lot, and I can see other women who are interested in me.

Since the wedding I've stopped in a few strip clubs and discovered a few that are little more than fronts for brothels. Curiosity also brought me to an AMP, though I only got an HJ, and even then only because the girl seemed so upset that I wasn't going to tip for anything extra.

This has caused me to slowly start squirreling away enough to be able to afford all the "extras" at one of these places. Just recently I met that mark. And there's a weekend coming up where my wife will be out of town. But since I hit that mark suddenly, I'm finding my libido is down, and I don't really want to do it.

I really do love my wife. I'm incredibly worried about the harm it would do if she found out, or if I did catch something. I don't want to have an affair, even an FWB thing because you never know when that other person could send you an incriminating e-mail, text, phone call, or outright try to blackmail me. But I am really sexually frustrated and I really want to experiment with more pussy. I've tried pushing the open-marriage, or swinging thing too, but she's also totally not into that.

So I know motherless is supposed to be a moral-free zone. I don't need anyone preaching to me. What I want to know is guys, (and gals) who have similar situations, what advice do you have?

Short Story: The Exploitation of Joan
Image via AI Art Stable Diffusion

She was being crushed under the weight of his hairy fat gut, pressing into her soft fragile body. Joan gasped for breath as his large hand gripped her neck. She gasped and gagged feeling him pumping his member deep inside her, his whisky breath wafting up her nostrils at whatever oxygen she struggled to inhale. Her petite breasts protruded under his barrel chest as he slammed into her. Her long slender legs were pinned open as he pounded her little frame of a body. With each thrust it was harder to breath. His bearded face was itchy on her soft pale skin, reddening it with irritation. He let go of her neck, and quickly bit into her neck, she could feel his teeth sinking in and she let out a gasp. She inhaled, and gulped in as much air as she could and coughed. With each cough she could feel her muscles tighten around his invading cock that was decimating her womb.

She could feel the tip of his thick cock slam into her cervix, and she squealed in pain. The pain of her vaginal walls being stretched almost made her pass out as he fucked her with no remorse. One of his giant paws grabbed on to one of her petite breasts, squeezing tightly. His bearded mouth was upon her lips and his tongue forcefully opened her mouth. She could taste his stale putrid breath as his tongue slid on to hers. His tongue penetrated deep inside of her mouth. Grunting with every pump into her small frame, her body was jolted by each and every painful thrust inside her. His mouth pulled away from her lips, and he focused on a perky breast, biting down, sucking as his hairy obese belly pinned her underneath. He tensed up, she could feel the girth of his cock expanding inside her, pushing the walls of her tight vagina outward. His hand gripped her neck and he stopped sucking on her nipple, but was now looking into her eyes. He grunted loudly and she felt his large cock pulsating deep within her. Her pussy was on fire, as if a volcano was erupting inside her. She could feel his hot white cum dripping out of her as he continued to pump in a seemingly never ending orgasm. She winced in pain as her pussy burned from being stretched so much from the friction of such a large cock. He collapsed on top of her, grunting. Again she struggled to breath, and patted him on his hairy back.

“Hey…” she whispered.
“Hmmm,” he grunted and rolled off of her.
She stood up and cum ran down her leg. Joan shook her head because she really hated taking the morning after pill, but she couldn’t afford to get birth control. There were no free women’s clinics around her area. Joan walked over to the nightstand and recounted the money that was on it. $600, he must have given her a tip for not using a condom – not like she really had a choice in the matter. The man stirred, and she turned towards him. He was looking up at her grinning, admiring her body.
“That was some good ass pussy, girl. Makin mama proud I’m sure!” He had a southern drawl.
Joan didn’t say a word, but leaned down and grabbed her panties off the floor.

“Alright little lady, I get the hint,” he grunted as he got up off the bed, reaching for his pants. He pulled out his wallet, looked inside, “Well ya didn’t steal anything, here’s another $200 for being a good girl, a good little slut. You keep that pussy of yours in tip top shape ok? Daddy’s gonna want more.”
“Yes sir,” she murmured. Her muscles hurt, her pussy hurt, and her neck throbbed in pain. She looked down at her breast and it was bruised, and had a hickey. She would need time to heal before accepting other clients. She sat down on the bed and slipped on her favorite black miniskirt, then picked up her red laced top and pulled it over her small tits.

“Yer not a talkative one,” he noted, “I like that. Bitches who talk too much annoy me, well, gotta head home to the cunt I married. Hopefully I’ll see you again. Here is my number.”

He handed her a business card and quickly put his shirt on. Not even looking back to her, he opened the door to the room and left.

“No fucking way I’m going through that again. Fuck,” she said to herself. She stood up and winced in pain. She walked over to the room’s safe which was hidden in a closet and used the combination to open it. Her purse was inside, as was her phone.

She looked through the various text messages on her phone and noticed one from her stepbrother.

“I know what you have been doing, you little whore,” the text read.
Her face was flush with anger, “motherfucking asshole,” she said as she dialed his number.
“Hello?” He politely asked.
“Fuck off, who do you think you are?”
“Just a guy who is gonna tell your mom your little secret… unless…”
“UNLESS WHAT?” Joan fumed, yelling into the phone.
“Unless you let me get some of that…” he said calmly.
“Listen dickhead, I don’t know what you’re talking about – what secret? Go ahead, you’re disgusting.”
Her step brother was a bit older than she was, he was 26, and she just turned 21.
“I’ve got proof. One of my buddies fucked you, and took video of it. Hidden video, here I’ll send you a screenshot, hold on…” he scrolled through his phone and sent her a screenshot of her kneeling on the floor of a hotel room, with a man’s cock in her mouth.
Her heart nearly stopped.
“I’ve always had a thing for you, Joan… your choice” he said.
(to be continued?)

Well, this is the only place I can tell this so I thought I would.

The most wonderful and frightening and somewhat unusual thing happened to me the other day.

I am a married man. I love my wife dearly but she does not fulfil my needs. She deals with depression and she doesn't let me touch her and she almost never lets me kiss her [passionately]. On top of this, she has gained a lot of weight. We did not have sex until we were married. And by then she had gained a lot more weight than when we were dating and she has steadily gained weight ever since. I still love her and treat her great but she has been dealing with a really low self image and doesn't like to be liked.

This is the confession. Throughout our marriage, practically whenever I could, I would run off to strip clubs. I am not in the best shape but I am not overly large. I am clinically obese but I am not huge. I have done these strip club binges a number of times. Now I always read about people getting blowjobs and other things at the clubs but this has never happened to me. One drunk stripper tried to take me home and I bailed. She was wasted and she had some kind of informal relationship with the strip club. I am today not sure how it all worked. But she told me to meet her outside and that I would be paying her all night. However, I would not cheat on my wife.

This brings me to this latest incident. Like I said, I have done this many times before but, the other day, I traveled to a series of strip clubs. I went with a girl for a few topless dances and she said to me. If you buy a private room "anything goes". Now when you hear anything goes [at least in a strip club] anything does not go. She let me touch her, which was great. She was pretty good at the lap dancing. And she had an absolutely incredible body. And she smelled wonderful.

Anyway, I am very respectful of these women. I do not break boundaries. And I make sure things are alright before I do them. In the private room, I did something stupid. She removed all her clothes and I asked if I could remove my pants. She said that was alright. Honestly, at this point, it was just to make it feel better but maybe that was a sign for her that I wanted to go further. She started grinding me and eventually my penis came out of my boxers. I stopped her. She said it was alright she wasn't going to put it in. I told her that I was married and I have no intention to cheat on my wife. She continued grinding and working my penis. Then she did the unexpected, she got on her knees and started to give me the best blowjob I have ever had. She was masterful. She worked the tip and even deep throated which I had never felt before. She was literally trying to make me cum. Honestly, I should have let her but I stopped her because I felt that was too far. She said I was the first person to ever say "no". Maybe if I had let her this next part wouldn't have happened.

The private time wasn't over. I was loving it. I was loving her. What was not to love? She got back on top and started grinding and working me over. I told her I didn't want it to go to far. She again assured me that it would not go to far. And it did. She slipped me inside her and started moving up and down. This was raw. No condom or anything and it felt amazing. I didn't mean it to go that far but all of a sudden I was fucking this stripper. And for the first time, physically cheating on my wife. I eventually stopped her before I came and said I didn't want to go any further. I couldn't. I love my wife. It felt amazing but my brain was saying to stop over and over. I just couldn't do that to her. Even though I had already gone to far. I fucked up.

She offered to get a condom and finish but I refused. I never did climax with her but that doesn't even seem to matter at this point. I cheated none the less. and since I went that far, I almost wonder if I just shouldn't have finished it. If I would have let the blowjob finish, then I would have probably been done then. But since it went so far, a part of me really wishes I had gone all the way.

I did get to do something I don't get to do much, if ever, at home. I love pussy. I love going down on girls. As long as they are clean and healthy, I could spend a lot of time down there. So I asked the stripper if I could. She said "of course, all girls like that." And I did. I ate her until her moans stiffled in, what I hope, was a real orgasm.

I did, at one time, ask her if she was clean. It would have been too late at that point anyway but I did ask and she said of course. I would like to think she told the truth but only time will tell.

In the end, I had unprotected sex with a beautiful stripper; got a great BJ, and gave some great lip service [I hope] but now I wonder how, if ever, I should tell my wife especially if I have a STD or STI. And I worry in fucking her, I fucked everything else up. Again, I never meant to have sex. I even told the stripper "no" multiple times but I feel like this isn't going to help me when push comes to shove.

If I don't have an STD or STI, I will probably never tell her. And that is probably best.

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

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