I travel often for work. I love to cum all over a hotel room. In the bed, on the floor, chairs and tables. Sometimes I make it obvious to the maid what’s happened. And sometimes I get great notes written on the notepads provided by the hotel. “Hope you relax tonight ;) “ and similar.

The site constantly refreshes, every 10 seconds or so. No other site does this, so I'm going to assume it's a problem with the site. I'm having to type this in Notepad and then paste it across, and quickly post the thread, as I don't even have enough time to post a message or thread before it refreshes again.

"I'm messed up..." yet again. Sorry about a third thread. The initial post appeared in a second thread, but then I tried to paste the rest in reply and again nothing. So I will try here yet again with an initial post.

Trying again, nothing is showing up (why I write in Notepad!)

Hi again and thanks Brian, W and R! I feel one of those hangovers where you spill your guts and then you wake up thinking fuck I didn't say what I mean at all, so it might take some time (or more wine LOL) to hit my stride again to keep going tonight. OK well school had started again so it wasn't like during the summer I couldn't see them that much, usually weekends and sometimes once a week we'd meet close to where my school was in the parking lot of a cool mall that was in a converted old theater. If his wife wasn't home now and then we'd go to "John's" house but Saturdays she was usually there or going someplace where he didn't know for sure when she's be back and so a lot of the time we just went out. He was nervous about that I guess but I guess I seemed like his daughter even though Karen didn't look anything like me. He didn't seem like a monster anymore and she was really pretty to me again but I couldn't get that vision out of my mind ever either, plus he was different and that's one thing where I'm not sure my memory's not playing tricks on me, I mean -- maybe I was more different than they were because of what I saw that day? But I don't remember him being so... commanding I guess, before then. I mean I felt like I had to do what he said even if I didn't want to and the stuff he gave me it was like all of a sudden more like I was getting it becaise I let him do something, I mean like go to the rest room and take your panties off and I have something for you kind of but it's not like he came right out to say that it's how I felt though and that made me feel really bad. And the pace picked up, too, like if I didn't answer his questions it was OK we're going now. He asked me lots and lots of questions and told me all sorts of stuff and some of it I didn't believe but then after I would like half-believe it or that one part of me would like I wasn't sure about anything anymore and I mean I guess that's not that weird because of being that age anyway it's supposed to be confusing then? It's like he was telling me who I was and I wasn't anybody then.

He asked me about cutting and he even got me to tell him about playing with my butt and the worst part was telling him about Mr Thermometer because he'd like made me promise so hard never to tell and that was like deep in me I mean I could keep secrets and I took promises seriously but in other words John made me tell him everything usually at really nice restairants like where there was more privacy like sitting there and analyzing me and maybe that's why I do it to myself so much. You know by then my dirtiest secret wasnt the sex stuff it was puking and cutting and laxatives. I was losing weight but I was getting taller too I wasn't awkward but gangly and some people could tell there was something wrong with me and I remember even some guys who stared at me like they wanted to do things to me like they were disgusted too I mean theyd look at how skinny my arms were and give me a look like I was sick like pity and lust and revulsion all at the same time and teachers at school asked me about my weight and I would clam up totally and other kids started picking on me and I'd go home and look at fashion magazines and think how stupid they were because I would be in there and they were fat. But I tried to pretend like that nobody knew how I got so skinny. Part of me wanted to grow up faster thats normal too I guess LOL and so I was upset because nothing was happening, I mean I still didnt have any hair and my hips didnt get wider and I didnt bleed. When we did go to their house I felt trapped and things went way too fast I cried sometimes and he would hush me and I still remember him telling me to kiss it and the taste and you know even then there was still a part of me that liked it, I mean I felt like I should suck dick or that's what he told me to feel and it's like that part of me got bigger, like I said it was the Cindy part later he called me Cynthia though because I liked it better and it's not like everything was terrible he like helped me believe in myself too I mean he told me I really would be a model that I was prettier than the girls in the magazines and graceful and here's something I wanted to say before sometimes I thought like I wanted to be in Vogue I mean like not be anywhere else just be likeglossy and paper thin LOL, like I'd even sleep like that like in a picture. Like I said, hard to explain!

He also told me I wasn't stupid and he gave me stuff to read, great stuff like Story of O and I started to feel superior LOL. Part of me did anyway, remember I was still a kid and this was just twice a week at most the rest of the time my stepdad and Mom and school and OK the next thing is I was spaced out probably thinking about sucking and this teacher started yelling at me and I got wet. Like I was really far away and whatever I was thinking was probably sexy but I got wet 'cause he yelled at me. Like I said I didn't get too wet yet then but still I felt really funny about it and it happened again and one time my stepfather yelled at me and it happened too not as strong but it was like I liked it or my pussy liked it anyway.

I guess I sound like I was gloomy, but that would give the wrong impression, too; I DIDN'T belong to him, I mean I still loved getting stared at and even though I mostly thought about the things he made me do mostly sucking mostly on my knees looking up at him I had to and then during Xmas break he made me suck his finger after it was in my butt -- I didn't just think about that I thought about other guys too, not guys my age I NEVER thought about them but other older guys, guys who checked me out. It was winter and I didnt dress in revealing things because it was fucking cold LOL but tight jeans mostly and I copied the makeup in the magazines so I thought I was elegant but I guess I looked like a kid who was trying to be an adult. Like I said a lot of people looked at me not like they wanted me but like they thought I was sick and sometimes both and that winter I didnt have any friends at all. I still thought about girls sometimes too, not a lot. He made me touch Karen and she touched me but even though she was pretty I wasn't into her that much, I mean I didn't think about her when I played with myself and after the curiosity was over I mean like the first times just it was exciting to see her body then I didn''t want to do stuff with her I did only because he said to. But I still fantasized about girls in the fashion magazines and sometimes girls I'd see like at the pool. So I wasn't always gloomy I wasn't having FUN but even now I don't think sex (and I mean all of it, from fantasies to exhanging looks not just fucking and sucking) should be FUN. I think it's serious, I take it seriously, like you know in French an orgasm is called a little death and death is not FUN (OK maybe if you're Irish LOL).

I confess that I was able to encourage and control myself to have frequent wet dreams.

I sent what is written below to Jackin World and since it contains a confession and is a subject that I haven't seen here, I thought I'd post it here, too.

Nocturnal Emissions

I saw your response in FAQ to this subject. Yes, doing without
masturbating for a time is quite necessary. But I know from
personal experience that there are other ways to encourage
nocturnal emissions and to increase their frequency and intensity.
The key is to train yourself to become aware of your dreams. A book
on dreams or dreaming will help, and especially an understanding of
dream symbolism so that you can learn to interpret your dreams and
become fascinated with them. There is usually some connection to
the things happening in your waking world, the dreams being the
subconscious reaction. And the subconscious is an amazing thing. If
you have repressions or prejudices they show up in your
subconscious and express themselves in dreams.

Keeping a dream journal will help to increase dream awareness. You
can start by keeping a notepad on your night stand so that if you
wake from a dream you can write down a few key words to help
remember the dream. Don't get up and write the whole dream down.
You need your sleep!! And besides, you are still close to the dream
state. You may have another dream right away. Or resume the same
dream. You don't want to miss the ending or the sequel. If you have
awoken in a coitus interruptus you will definitely want to press
"Resume"! Using the key words you wrote down you can usually
reconstruct the dream when you have the time. With practice you'll
become very good at remembering your dreams.

Once you have had your first wet dream and it is a dream that you
remember, you will learn something about how the dream affects the
bodily reaction. You can reach a level of dream awareness where a
certain part of your subconscious becomes the observer of all your
dreams, one of the characters in your dream-play. He may even
become a director, a director who can say, "Okay, wet dream, now!!"

I had my first wet dream when I was 33. I had masturbated regularly
since prepuberty and it was only a trauma in my life that caused me
to stop long enough for a nocturnal emission to occur. I remembered
that dream and it was what put me on the path to dream awareness.
It also helped me in the recovery from my trauma.

And, by the way, wet dreams are awesome! We read in porno stories
about hands-free orgasms. They are real. But the most common
occurrences in males is in wet dreams.

Once I had trained myself I was able to increase the frequency and
intensity of my nocturnal orgasms. It was not uncommon for me to
have 3 or 4 in a week, once even twice in one night. I could go to
bed some nights thinking "Tonight's the night!" and I would be
correct. And a few times I was able to have orgasms while half
asleep, noticing then that I hadn't even become fully erect when
these occurred.

I'm in a relationship now with regular sex (and occasional
masturbation), and, of course the real thing is more fulfilling
than dreams. I have less time for my dreams and more time for my
real life. I am happy. It's been more than 5 years now since I've
had a wet dream. Do I miss them? Yes. But I look back on that time
with fond memories. It was a good time in my life.

"Polly" - (One of my dream personalities.)

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""WTF DID I DO???""

- THEY ALSO BAN YOU JUST TO ""DELETE "" YOUR POSTS??? THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT SHIT??
(SO YOU MIGHT WANNA COPY YOUR POST AND SAVE IT IN NOTEPAD JUST TO REPOST IT. LOLZ!!!)

- IF YOU POST cp , THEY DELETE IT... (AS IF THERE ISNT ENUFF cp ON HERE ALREADY, OH PLZ LOLZ!!!...)

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oh and... WTF is up with this D E W E Z shit??? what?? post ONE WRONG WORD and it TRANSFORMS into the word D E W E Z ??? what a crock of shit!!!!
so.. lets say i wanna talk about T E E N PUSSY it gets transformd into the D word...WHAT A CROCK!!!!

So yes.........MOTHERLESS SUCKS!!!!

now watch how fast they delete this shit...

so im gunna SAVE WHAT I JUST TYPED and re post it if those MORONS decide to delete it so i can re post it all over again and again ahahahahahahah

PROOF THAT MOTHERLESS SUCKS!!!

- THEY BAN PPL FOR NO FUCKIN REASON ""AND"" WHEN THEY DO... YOU CANT COUNTER ATTACK , SOOO FUCKIN GAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

- LETS SAY YOUR IP# IIIISSS.... (FOR EX:) 111.222.333.444 THEY BAN A WHOLE LIST OF THOSE #'S AND IF YOURS FALLS INTO THAT LIST OF NUMBERS ,
YOU'RE BANNED AND YOU'RE LIKE..

""WTF DID I DO???""

- THEY ALSO BAN YOU JUST TO ""DELETE "" YOUR POSTS??? THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT SHIT??
(SO YOU MIGHT WANNA COPY YOUR POST AND SAVE IT IN NOTEPAD JUST TO REPOST IT. LOLZ!!!)

- IF YOU POST C H I L D PORN , THEY DELETE IT... (AS IF THERE ISNT ENUFF C H I L D PORN ON HERE ALREADY, OH PLZ LOLZ!!!...)

- OHHHH Capps LOCK... whoooppdee fucking doo!!!

oh and... WTF is up with this D E W E Z shit???
what?? post ONE WRONG WORD and it TRANSFORMS into the word D E W E Z ??? what a crock of shit!!!!
so.. lets say i wanna talk about T E E N PUSSY it gets transformd into the D word...WHAT A CROCK!!!!

OH AND........

WHERE """WHERE""" IN THE TOU'S DOES IT SAY..... THAT ""US"" POSTERS ""CANT SAY THE WORD Y.A.H.O.O."""???
IT DOESN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So yes.........MOTHERLESS SUCKS!!!!

now watch how fast they delete this shit...

so im gunna SAVE WHAT I JUST TYPED and re post it if those MORONS decide to delete it so i can re post it all over again and again ahahahahahahah

I commented on a friend's pic he had, and Favorited it. In the next day or so it was gone from my favs and his. We have messaged back and forth a few times. This morning when I got on my computer it was acting weird, the dvd/cd drive kept opening, my mouse pointer would freeze and I had some nasty fat chick as my desk top background. I restarted computer and same things kept happening. I tried running virus scan and it shut off. Then the next time I got some computer voice talking to me, telling me to open notepad and talk. So like a chowder head I did. I typed and the voice said I had been on MOTHERLESS.COM an illegal web site and looked at cp. I said never did that. All of a sudden my history opens and it goes to one of the messages I sent my friend where I told him nice pic. I shut off the wireless and did a virus scan, and reset back to a restore point. So far everything is working fine. WTF happened and has this ever happened to anyone else?