Several years ago I had a toxic gf who introduced me to the world of paying for sex after we paid to have a girl rub me off in a massage parlour while we were getting massaged beside each other. After that relationship I spiralled from hand jobs into full on sex with random girls online as well as escorts etc. I had some incredible sex and loved the variety of women I got to see and fuck. I got into such a rut of meeting escorts and masseuses that when I met my now wife I carried on fucking others behind her back, even after we got engaged. Me and her would talk such filth (long distance) that I was horny 24/7 so it made me hornier and go fuck girls more. We then got married months later and unfortunately, one small miss on my part meant she discovered my secret life on my phone 3 days after we got married. She even spoke to oke of the prossies. Despite this, she stayed with me, not sure why or how. I tried counselling and other things but I couldn't get enough of the variety and spontaneity of seeing and touching various girls. I denied myself sex with more but continued with happy ending and body to body massages even after marriage. One day I went for what I thought was a massage and ended up fucking the masseuse as she got horny after seeing how "handsome" I was. Ended up fucking my wife only 2 hours later. I felt like such a cunt but the joy of multiple women still plays on my mind too much. I still meet random girls but not for sex, maybe a hj or bj at most but still go for happy ending massages. Do I need help? I'm a real perv. I would fuck my wife's sisters at the drop of a hat if I could but she knows I'm a horny pervert and doesn't like me talking to them. I also don't want to ruin the marriage because she is a really a good girl. Am I a real cunt? Any advice or thoughts?

II confess i read my moms journal when i shouldnt of. ill tell you about it now

am looking for some advice from a bunch of random people as i feel you might be more honest.
Im 28, i barely get by in life and live on my own. I see my mother all the time, but she is real real poor.
shes incapable of working a job and heavily in debt. She lost her husband and he left us with all these bills.
My mom has been depressed for awhile and hasnt eaten out or gone out in awhile. I have tried helping but theres just no way i can make her happy.

A few months ago, my mom met this guy she was seeing and she told me how excited she was to see him. She was truly in love and was so happy and i liked seeing her like that. i met the guy and was happy when i noticed how sucessful the guy is. He is super rich, clean etc, and i was proud of my mother for meeting a man who seemed nice and was taking care of her. My mom was happier, was dressing super nice, had bought a new laptob etc, gone out to nice dinners and everything was ok.... but in the back of my mind i was really wondering "why is this guy being so nice to my mom,hes younger and can clearly spoil any model and get interest" I dont mean to sound rude toward my mom she looks fine i guess but he can do better, but thats not what this isabout, its just gone past my mind thinking what he sees in her. MY suspicions were correct finally when i came across my moms journal.

I shouldnt of read it, but my moms always been a writer. She always expresses her feelings and writes her thoughts down. Very outsoken. So i read the 1st page where she started talking about her new boyfriend, basically it started out with her saying she thought she found the right guy etc and loves him, he treats her so good blabla.... and at the end of it she said something about withholding sex to find out if shes feeling it a few dates later after finding out what kinda guy he is. I read by a few pages and she confesses that she is heads over heals for him and decided to just give him "oral sex" she claims that he said it was the best he ever had and everythign was ok.. I kept reading and one of the latest pages expained what i thought all along and it makes me sad, and i dont know what to do.

The page stated with"i feel like a sexslave" it starts where she talked about"i just wanted to make him happy" to "he wants it all the time". My mother wrote about how the guy will just sit and watch a football game, or stay on the computer for 2-3 hours and call her over to suck his cock. He never wants sex, he just works online alot and watches movies, and tv and sports and just wants to sit back and get his dick sucked. My mother wrote that she blew him for 3 hours before, then ate dinner and blew him another few hours. She said she feels worthless. She said she tried telling him that she wanted to tone it down but the guy said"you are my toy you do what i say" and told her if she stops then hes leaving . My mother wrote, besides the blowjob thing, when we're out and stuff everything is fine its just his constant need for wanting her to blow him is way too much and he doesnt care she doesnt want to. Sheclaims she wants to stop but doesnt want to lose the godo moneyfree life.

i dont know what to do? the guy is a blowjob maniac i guess but hes not abusive or anything physically. he/along with myself enjoy a good cockworshipper but shes just not into it so often.

I confess I have never wanted to cheat on my husband so much than just now. He left for a business trip today. He doesn't meet my emotional or sexual needs. Ever since I dropped him off at the airport I've felt depressed - wondering if I married the right guy, even though I love him like crazy.

Got horny, as usual.. came to motherless, pornhub.. then finally craigslist. It turns me on reading the local men seeking women ads. That's what got me going tonight. Even now I'm laying face down on our bed, wearing only a shirt, while my toy lays spent to the left of me. I was relentless.. usually I pull my toy off when the vibrations are too much for my clit.. this time I tried not to, it was so intense. Sometimes I start building up to something so huge I get scared and back off. I have a fantasy of a man coaxing me through my orgasm.. saying things like 'yeah baby...good girl.. let it go... i've got you...' Once when my husband was drunk he said "That's my girl" and I came right then.

He has such a low sex drive.. I don't know how we are gonna make it together. I just want to be fucked. Sometimes I want to be used. I love sucking his cock, taking it down to his balls, swallowing around it. I wish he would control me more when I do that. I was not very experienced when we met, had sex a grand total of 3 times before then (although one was a drunken threesome.. thats another confession however). I feel like I need to explore my sexuality, I want that so much.. but it's hard to do that when you are denied day after day.

I want to go out dancing and end up getting fucked in the alley. I feel guilty for being so hot all the time, especially for some of the things that turn me on.. I think they are totally wrong but they get me so freaking excited. I feel guilty for not being happy with sex once every few weeks. I feel like a whore for wanting it at least once a day. Sometimes I wish I would not have been such a quiet shy girl in college, and would have taken advantage of the horny guys one floor down in my dorm. Then maybe all this would be out of my system and I wouldn't want right now more than anything to walk outside at two thirty am and find someone who will fuck me. Hard.

I have cheated on him once.. through the internet and phone sex. Some may say it doesn't count, but I used someone other than him, a real person, to get off. One was an older guy.. had the hottest phone call with him. I loved hearing him get off over the phone to me. Made me feel so desired, wanted, so sexy. Great. Now I'm horny again. Back to fantasizing...

I spent the weekend with my cousin-in-law. I'm married in, but we've always been close. And I've always found her insanely attractive. Not just her body, even though that is amazing as well. She was a college athlete and still finds time to workout. She's got those firm, tight legs that always look good in those short-shorts. The ass she has matches that. Thank god she always puts them into shorts or tight yoga pants. She isn't carrying much in the way of boobs (as often most athletes aren't), but she makes up for it with a tight tummy and a body where nothing sags.

Sorry, I got off on the point of what makes her awesome. It's hard to do when thinking about her. She's a down to earth chick. Loves beer, football, and relaxing. She doesn't do many things that a lot of girls her age enjoys. The 24-27 age range.

She's always given special attention to me. Always finds me, seeks me out, asks me to hang out and always wants to hang out when I call her. Seems pretty obvious, right? We've gotten drunk multiple times together and I've always taken care of her, cuddled, shared a bed, etc. We've never done anything more than that.

The jist, I really think she wants to but she was raised super conservative catholic. Her parents literally tripped when she got a tattoo (and has given me grief on my tats as well) and damn near disowned her.

This weekend, she invited we were alone. No friends, no family, just alone. I wasn't expecting this and actually thought friends/roommates would be there. We drank quite a few beers, watched football, and a few movies that I force her to watch. I'm just over 30, so I feel I've got a good grasp on movies she missed out on when younger.

We talked about marriage, boyfriends, and sex. Nothing got awkward, we just talk like best friends. It's amazing how easy it flows when talking to the right person. Next thing I know, I'm talking her into a back massage. I'm pretty good at this and next thing I know, she's leaning back into my arms. We keep talking, I'm working her hands, arms, and neck. She then decides it's time to go to the bathroom.

When she comes back, I try to continue the massage and she said that she couldn't do that to me. It's unfair to massage her all through the movie we were watching. I told her it was unfair to let me stop doing what I was enjoy doing. She resisted a little verbally, but finally slid back between my arms. As I kept working her back, once again she leaned more and more into me. Before long she was entirely leaned back with her head on my shoulder. I kept massaging her arms, neck, scalp, and before long the top of her chest. I asked her if it felt good, she smiled and said, "Yea, I never knew you could get sore there."

This went on for another 20 minutes. At the end of the movie, she got up slowly and we went upstairs. I wanted nothing else but to lay in that bed and hold her. Well, maybe I did want more, but that alone would have made me happy. We laughed, wrestled for awhile, I threw her on the bed, and she told me I should go to sleep. She got up slowly, not listening to my pleading about staying in her own bed, and mentioned sleeping in the guest bed while I had her bed.

I relented, knowing I already had crossed a line that could have gotten me in trouble. Besides, we were both pretty hammered and I didn't want to force anything. I laid their in her bed, listening to her shower and change for bed, wishing I could see her body. She comes in, throws her clothes into the hamper, says goodnight, and hurries off to bed. I laid their, visions dancing behind my eyes, wishing that movie was another 3 hours longer.

A thought finally popped into my head. I went over to her hamper and dug through her clothes, pulling all the panties I could find out. Man, for a catholic girl, she had some sexy ass panties. It was a shame no one saw her in them every night. I finally found the ones she had been wearing, a sexy sheer black lace cheeky shorts. I sniffed them, and realized that she had been very wet. I made my haul of undies back to her bed and found another sexy, soft lace one to wrap around my dick. I piled the undies all around me and jerked off until I came into at least 3 of her panties.

It seemed like a shame to leave them, so I selected a g-string I thought wouldn't be missed, pocketed them, and tried to place the undies back into the hamper without too much obviousness. I laid back down, and fell asleep while smiling about those undies.

The following morning, we get up, make and eat breakfast, then spending the morning discussing the football games, the week to come, and how we were getting so old that we can't drink like we used to. I casually brought up the massage and how she'd owe me one next time. She laughed and said she would, but don't expect much since she's not good. I didn't know how to tell her that my mind was on her massaging my cock, but I'm sure the growth in my pants was trying to send signals. It turned me on even more knowing they were pressing against her panties in my pocket.

After a little bit more gossip, it was time for me to go. I loaded up to get back on the road. She came out in the tightest yoga pants I had ever seen. There was no way she was wearing panties this morning! She gave me a huge hug and said she had fun. We said goodbyes and I was off. Later down the road, her and I shoot a few texts back and forth about doing this again real soon. She thanked me for stopping by and how much of a blast this was and asked me to come back real soon.

Now I jerk off to her panties almost every chance I get. I love my wife. She's special, unique, and beautiful in her own way, but there's just something about the casualness of being with her cousin that drives me wild. I'm sure if her cousin and I were single, we'd have been dating by now, but I'm ok with us just being friends and never getting to that state. Honestly, I think I enjoy the closeness we have without worrying about relationships, wedding bands, and family.

I would like to move this to the next level. It wouldn't have to be sex, but helping each other out when we are needing some release seems like a very friendly thing to do! And how everything just stays normal, even after our "massage" got a little close. The thought drives me wild and it is probably the one thing I'll never be able to talk to her about...

So I have come to the conclusion that my only existance is for women who have boyfriends, fiances, or husbands to fool around with. I know that sounds stupid, but the pattern is real. I am NOT an asshole that likes to fuck these women. I AM the guy that sleeps with one girl and she tells another who tells another until the story finds one looking for a very passionate or sexual guy. At that point they seem to find me. This makes it sound like I'm some type of sexy guy that females lust after, but I assure you I am not. I'm just a normal guy that doesn't get how I ended up in this role. I want love. I want a partner. I want a better half. My wants don't seem to matter or even play in my life....why is unknown. I am the thing women decide they want after they are "taken". I know alot of guys will say I'm complaining for nothing. All I can say is......."It isn't all it has been made to be. I am a firm believer that modern relationships are NOT what they used to be. There is too much struggle for the power between the two involved. There is an expectation that cannot be met. If you have met somebody who made you happy at ANY point....focus on that, continue to remember that point. The other side isn't all it's cracked up to be.

i fantasise about meeting a nice dominant and finally meeting in real life. The meetings goes very well, i dressed up as a proper slut, tight mini skirt, stockings, CFMN stilettos, tight see-through blouse over a tightly laces corset with silicone false breasts and some slutty makeup to finish the look. i have been in chastity for a week so i am unbelievable horny when the knock on the door finally happens. i totter over to the door and look through the peep hole and it is Him so i open quickly and step behind the door and open it fully for Him to enter. As he passes by me i close the door and lock it behind us. He sits down at the table as i totter over to the mini bar to get the champagne i had brought with me and place it on the table, there are two champagne flutes in the middle of the table.
-You may sit down.
i obey and sit opposite Him at the table. The idea was to have a eye to eye real life meeting here and take it from there.
-Well i can see that your pictures didn't lie. You look very pretty, i am glad you didn't exaggerate and that your pictures was of you. It is not always like that i can tell you.
-Thank You Sir.
He reaches over and picks up the champagne bottle and starts to open it.
-Clearly this is cause for celebration, i am very pleased.
-Thank You Sir.
He effortlessly pops the cork and starts to pour into the two glasses. After he puts the bottle down he motions me to pick up a glass and then takes the other one.
-To a very interesting future for the both of us.
i toast with him and take a sip of the champagne as we continue to chat and start to plan our next step and then there is this hard knocking sound. i look around and am surprised to find that i am laying in the floor bed, i can hear the maid calling through the door that it is checkout time. As i start ti sit up on the bed i realise i am still dressed like i was last night so i yell back that i'll be out of there in 10 minutes. The maid yells back OK through the door. i get up and totter over to the dresser where i had put my male clothes in a drawer. It is empty, i look around and realise that my suitcase that i brought my alter-ego in is also gone. Quickly i totter into the bathroom to check there and the only thing in there is a pink beauty box. i open it and look inside and i recognise my own makeup. A quick search later reveals that there is nothing else left for my except for the pink beauty box. I look through it carefully i find my car keys, wallet, cell phone and house keys in the bottom to my relief. Then the gravity of my situation hits me, i am dressed like a slut in a cheap motel room with no way to get back to my male self. Holy c**p. My mind spins and i have to sit down on the toilet to avoid falling down. I force myself to take several deep breaths and pull my mind together with an effort. My car is parked just outside the motel door and if i stay away out of site for the day i should be able to slip inside my house under the cover of darkness. With an effort i stand up and evaluate what i see in the big mirror. i am a bit dishevelled but a few brushes through my long hair and some quick touch ups of my makeup, i decide that it is as good as i can make it. Peeking through the spy hole and the windows i can see that it looks clear outside so i take the pink beauty box in my left hand together with my car keys and pull the door open with my right, i quickly stagger out of the motel room towards where i left my car before i realise that it is not there anymore, i look around the parking area in wild panic and recognise my car at the other end of the open parking area. In a blind panic i head for it as fast as i can i the ridiculously high heels, knowing that my behaviour is causing more attention to my absurd outfit. When i finally get to my car i fumble with the key before i manage to unlock the driver side door and get inside. As i turn the key to start the engine i bless my foresight to have arranged the meeting in a town over an hours drive from my town, but then i see the blinking fuel light. That is impossible, i filled my car up fully yesterday. I stare at the red light blinking for what feels like a long time until i realise i am still at the motel so i put the car into gear and drive off with screeching tires. After a mile i pull over and open the beauty box and pull my wallet out. I close my eyes and open it, praying that my cash and credit cars are still there. They are so i give a shriek of happiness as i slowly drives towards my home. i can remember a service station just a few miles ahead and as i pull in and stop by the unmanned station i breathe a sigh of relief. There is no one nearby so i get out and fill up the tank with my credit card. When i get back safely inside the car and drive off i feel a lot better. i knew an area where i can park until it gets dark that is not that far from where i live so i headed directly there and when i got there i parked. i pulled out my cell phone from the beauty box and looked for messages from Him, explaining what had happened but there was nothing. Feeling a bit tired and hung over i decided to try to get some rest so i tilted my seat back and dozed off. i woke up late in the afternoon and panicked at first until i realised why i was there and what had happened and then i freaked out again. When i calmed down i once again checked my messages but there was nothing from Him. i was hungry and thirsty but not to bad as i just at there, waiting for the protection of darkness, trying to figure my situation out. Eventually i deemed it dark enough so i started my car and headed home. The drive was uneventful as i finally pulled up under my carport and turned the car off. i lowered my window a but and listened carefully for any signs that some of my neighbours where out, but i could not hear anything so i closed my window, turned the dome light off and opened the driver side door. Carefully i exited and stood in the darkness, blessing the fact that i had not put up a motions sensor despite having been recommended that by my good friend and neighbour. Slowly and as quietly as i could i made my way to the side door, unlocked it and slid inside to safety, locking the door behind me. I headed into my kitchen, closed the drapes and turned on the lights before filling a big glass of water up and drinking it down in one go before heading into my bedroom. When i got there i started to undress quickly and soon there was just the panties and chastity cage left so i picked up the key i had left on my bedside table and went into my bathroom. I stepped out of my panties and tried to insert the key into the padlock, but it didn't seem to fit. Carefully not to force it in i tried again and again but it would not fit. I checked the key and it's tag, it was the correct key but it still did not fit so i headed back into my bedroom and my bedside table. As i was standing there and looking around me wildly i heard a ringing phone. I headed out to the kitchen to where i had left the beauty box and my cellphone before i realised that the ringing came from inside my bedroom. In a daze i turned back and found a pink bedazzled new iphone in my bedside table drawer. The caller id on the phone was Master and i almost dropped the phone in chock. Shaking i answered it.
-Hello?
-You are Mine now!

Part8:Once a day, keeps the doctor away.

Part1: http://motherless.com/VA8BDBBF
Part2: http://motherless.com/VDA1A9DB
Part3: http://motherless.com/VDF3D844
Part4: http://motherless.com/VF9F9A88
Part5: http://motherless.com/V8538BC7
Part6: http://motherless.com/VA86BDD4
Part7.1: http://motherless.com/V136D601
Part7.2: http://motherless.com/VF285529
Part7.3: http://motherless.com/VBB2A1F7

There was a point in time where me and Anna hadnt had sex for 5 or 6 months (even longer than when I got together with Kelsey). There were multiple reasons as to why: bad timing of illness, vacation, jobs etc. Over that time we exchanged more nudes than ever. I masturbated a lot, Anna fucked Jim a lot and masturbated as well, but still, we craved each others touch. After those 5 or 6 months we made a pact...

I cannot recall every single time we had sex (in that time), but I want to tell you about some special times.

The doorball rang. I looked at my watch. It was around 4 pm. At that time, there usually is no package delivery or mail. Anna (and also Jim) was still at work. Who else would be there? jehovas witnesses? I went to the door and was pushed back into my house immediately. I stumbled, the door closed and "someone" jumped into my arms. Only out of reflex I held her up. I looked down right into her bright smiling eyes. I put her back on the ground, Anna looked amazing in her working outfit. Dark blue blazer, dark blue skirt and white blouse. The skirt was a tight fit. Her ass looked amazing in it. Her blouse was low cut, revealing a lot of her cleavage. I knew she was professional at her job, she once told me her tactic was: get their looks first, then convince with your cunning. I do believe that works. A:"I was so horny at work, I thought about masturbating... again... and then I thought: why not finish early today and get something better..." She winked at me. I grabbed her ass "well now thats a nice surprise..." I pulled up her skirt and revealed her g-string. Me:"Thats not a lot you are wearing under that skirt, but I would prefer even less..." She grinned and got rid of the string. We went into the bedroom, she laid down on the bed and pulled up her skirt a little. She looked so freaking sexy. A:"What kind of contract do you want, Sir?" she said in her innocent voice. Me:"One that says I can fuck you every single day from now on." She giggled and said "That I can do.." and wanted to start undressing, but I stopped her and said "I want to fuck you like this..." so she turned over, presenting her ass to me. I got rid of my pants and started licking her. She was soaking within seconds. A:"Jim never does that to me.." she moaned. When I stopped, her juice was dripping out of her pussy. My dick was already rock hard, so I started fucking her pussy right away. Every pound was followed by a short moan. Her tight pussy welcomed me with warmth. I started fingering her asshole. Her moans deepened. I couldnt hold on for long so I told her "I'm going to cum..." so she turned around and sucked me off till I shot my hot load in her mouth. She collapsed on the bed. A:"I missed the taste of your cum so much..." I laid besides her. Me:"I missed the taste of your pussy as well. By the way about that contract..." she looked at me in astonishment, me: "We should really fuck every single day from now on. There was to be a way." She nodded and said:"Deal. We will have to take risks though" I nodded in agreement.
Before she left, I picked up her panties. She reached out for them but I said "ah-ah-ah! No panties for you. Not today and not tomorrow. I already have an idea for tomorrow." A:"What is it?" Me:"Can you get me a appointment with you tomorrow?" She looked scared, but I said "We have to take some risks. Can you do it?" She nodded, kissed me goodbye and went home. Later I got a text telling me to come to her office around 2 pm the next day.

Since some of her colleagues saw me before (also there was Kelsey), I wore a cap to hide my face a little and looked away whenever I could. When I got to her office, she still had another client. When he left, she came out to greet me and invite me into her office. She wore the same outfit as yesterday with a different blouse. She looked nervous. A:"We only have 30 min till my next client is up." Me:"Why are you so nervous?" Anna lifted her skirt a little and I got to see her bare pussy. A:"Because, I did what you told me, no panties. And closer out appointment came, the more I was aroused. I got close to her and felt her pussy. It was wet, her lips already swollen. I pulled up her skirt a little more and lifted her on her desk. A:" Fuck me right now, else I'm going to explode." I was happy to oblige. I dropped my pants, already half erect. A few strokes from her hand did the rest. Her legs closed around me and pulled me closer. I had a hard time getting in, because she was tighter than usual. I looked at her as if to ask her why she was so tight. A:"If I cant relax its more tight..." I forced my dick into her, accompanied by her moans. She pressed her mouth against me to muffle the moans. She moaned even harder than usual and after just 15 min of slow fucking I was ready to climax. I pulled out and she got on her knees. She sucked me dry. No drop wasted. When she got up I asked:"Did you cum?" She shook her head. A:"But its okay.." I signaled her to turn around and bend over. She did and I started licking her soaking pussy. I started using fingers as well. After some time there was a knock on the door. She came instantly. Her juice spraying on my face and even a bit on the floor. She then yelled:"Just 5 more minutes. I have a client right now." We cleaned ourselfs up in a rush and she opened the window to let the stink of sex out. The spots on the floor remained. I kissed her goodbye and left. I didnt knew the guy waiting outside, but as I left I spotted Kelsey. I'm not sure if she saw me, but she had her head turned away from me.

The next days we managed to fuck at my house, after work. The more we had sex, the longer I lasted. The next exciting fuck followed on friday. Anna and Jim planned to stay at home and watch a movie (without me, just as a couple). I was worried we would break our pact before even the first week was over, but then at 11 pm, Anna messaged me.
A: "Can you come over? Jim is going to take a shower any minute now. Hurry. Come in through the door in the garden."
I jumped to my feet and rushed to their house. From the garden I could already hear the shower. Anna awaited me, signaled me to be silent and led me to the other bathroom. It was just a guests bathroom so relatively small. She wore a tanktop and pajama shorts. She almost ripped off my pants and started sucking me, while I sat on the toilet. As soon as I was hard enough (didnt take long) she stripped naked. I got up and behind her, pressing her face against the door. As I pushed inside her, I notice how tight she was again. I fucked her so hard that the door made squeaking noises. After 20 min or so we heard the shower stop. I pulled her back a little and put my hand on her throat. J:"Anna? Where are you?" I stopped fucking her for a second, but she signaled me to continue. A:"I'm using the bathroom right now honey, I'll be right with you." As she talked with him, her pussy contracted around my dick and she came hard. I was ready as well so she got on her knees to swallow my load. I instantly blew it in her mouth. J: "Are you alright?" His voice was just outside the door. I got dressed but she stayed naked and signaled me to go behind the door. Just as I did she opened the door and said "Yes... do you like what you see?" She turned off the light in the bathroom and got out. I heard their steps leaving. I waited for 5 more min until I left the bathroom. I could hear them fucking in their bedroom, the door was half open. I sneaked to the door and peeked in. He was fucking her missionary, his face turned away from the door. She moaned but I heard that it were fake moans. She was looking at him all the time, but he was just staring at her tits. Her eyes went to the ceiling for a moment. I shifted my weight a little. Her eyes must have caught the movement and she looked directly at me for a split second. She looked at Jim in fear but he was caught up in the moment. She then kept staring at me, moaning harder and harder. Real moans this time. She even urged Jim to fuck her harder. He was still doing a bad job as far as I could tell, but Anna kept staring at me and soon she came, and Jim as well. I knew I had to leave immediately. I sneaked to the garden door as fast as I could. Jim never saw me.
Later that night Anna texted me: "That was crazy. And dangerous. But it was also the first time I came with Jim in years. So... cant complain I guess..."
Me: "Glad you liked it. Was fun for me too."

The weekend and the following week was easy again. Jim was away for that time and only returned the weekend after on saturday. I invited them over that night. Jim was so tired that he left early so again an easy fuck. But on Sunday, Anna had invited me to their house for dinner. Another challenge. But Anna had a plan. She has sleeping pills for when she's on her period. So after dinner she put one of the pills contents in his glass. He got sleepy about 30 min after drinking that. He went to bed and left me and Anna behind. Me: "Is he knocked out for good?" A: "In combination with alcohol I sleep like a rock when I take those." She started teasing me. I sat on the couched and she did a little lapdance in her light blue skin tight dress. When we were naked and ready to go, I took her hand and lead her to the bedroom. She peeked in. Jim was sleeping tight. A:"You sure about this?" I just pushed her in and she slowly walked towards the bed and laid down besides Jim. I started fucking her missionary. She clawed into my chest and arms. I then told her to turn over. Doggystyle, her head just over Jim's. While fucking her I said "kiss him" she hesitated but did as she was told. The first kiss was light, the second one longer. Then she came. And I did as well. I filled her pussy with my load. She collapsed besides Jim. I let her suck off my cum. Then I kissed her goodbye. She smiled and cuddled with Jim. I left and went my way.

We went on with this for another week until we stopped. It just took too long to make me cum in the end.

End of Part 8

I must confess, I have no idea why I joined motherless last week. I just got out of a relationship (2-1/2 years, and the last year was me saying hell-no to any of her sexual advances).

What am I even doing here? I like porn, sure. Who doesn't? Communists and prudes, that's who. But what perks could membership have?

Why am I even posting?

My real confession is that I'm feeling kind of lost in the universe. I fear I might be becoming a psychopath, because I haven't felt emotion (save anger) in what feels like years. Part of why I ended my relationship: I set her free because I wasn't happy, and she was deluding herself to thinking she was.

Perhaps I'm broken. Perhaps I'm just jaded. Perhaps I'm just an asshole. I can't shake that I may very well be all three...

Or perhaps I'm going Schizoid. I hope that's not the case...

I got a serious crush on local coke head.

I’m 45 very soon,, married with kids, I live in a small town there’s a girl around I’m not sure how old she is, I think she maybe in her 30s but she looks early 20s, someone  told me she was 39 but she couldn’t be, I must have misheard. She’s skinny m, always showing off her flat stomach, her hips are well proportion, she sexy as fuck, she genuinely gives me that feeling in my stomach. I don’t think she has any kids, I think her care free lifestyle excites me too, I used to have a life like that!!

Shes appears to be unemployed, she hangs around town, going to this party and the next. I do see her with some real low life scum bags. She always to be happy and smiling.

I know her brother a little bit, one day he called me over to discuss something we had in common. I now have something to strike up a conversation with her.

Being 45 and married I’m obviously out of shape, she most be aware of me looking at her I probably give her the creeps because she doesn’t acknowledge me at all.

So I’m on the treadmill and on a diet I’m getting into shape, I’m also looking into ways to get some extra disposable income to have. By the end of the year I will go for it.

 I can’t believe the stereo typical mid life crisis is such a real a powerful thing.

So, I have a confession. More of an admission I guess.

I'm not homosexual, maybe I'm bisexual. It's hard to tell, because I've never been with a man. I've always loved women, and I'll never stop wanting them. But lately, I've been thinking about experimenting with being a "bottom".

I guess I should start from the beginning here. The last girl I was with, I guess it was a year or so ago, was the love of my life. I had finally found the girl I wanted to marry, to be with until one of us died. I was happy, and she was EXTREMELY adventurous sexually. Our first night together before we were a couple involved a threesome with her friend. It was actually initiated by her friend actually. That's another tale though.

SO, after we started really dating, things clicked quick, and we fell in love. Love isn't something that I throw around without meaning, she's actually the first of any of the girls I was with that I truly felt it for.

Sex was fantastic. We fucked like rabbits, we fucked in public, in my car, just, wherever, whenever. I STILL to this day dream about the sex. Well, while she would be blowing me, she would always massage around with her other hand, and one day, she went low and started pushing her finger against my asshole.

I never really got into the idea of having my ass fondled, but she was the kind of girl who would convince me to jump off of a cliff. I mean, this girl was heavenly, with a mix of the devil. Natural beauty, un-dyed Raven hair, tits that were out of this world, hell I doubt I'll ever do better.

Anyway, so she starts working around it, and I'm not so much in a panic, but just wondering what I should do. Damn if she didn't figure it out for me, a quick deep throat made me release whatever pucker I had as I felt the ecstasy of her pleasuring, and she worked her finger right in.

She looked at me, and just held her finger in as she stroked my cock with her other hand, and smiled. I smiled too, because, I loved her, in my head I was worried that if I enjoyed it, she might think I was weird.

Well, more and more times during sex, she would work her finger in during a blow job right to the point where she started working her finger in and out. I didn't stop her, because she enjoyed it, and honestly I did too now. It was an extra pleasuring to my already fantastic fucking.

I decided to pay her back with some ass play of my own one day, and I turned her on her belly as I massaged her, working down along the hump of her bottom, spreading her cheeks and working my tongue in. She moaned in joy as I tongued her ass and fingered her clit at the same time. I had never eaten a girl's ass before, but if there was a girl to try it on, it was her. I had fun, she was very clean, as am I, so I wasn't worried about anything "gross". Who am I kidding, I freaked out at first, but in the moment, you just go all in. You know it.

Well, the next night, she decided to PAY me back for her pleasure. She told me to lay on my back, because she wanted to give me a massage. I told her it wasn't a big deal, because massages didnt do it for me. They still really dont. I don't find them too erotic unless I get a bj at the end. Which I never did haha.

She playfully tells me to just do it, so I abide. She starts massaging me, and after a few moments, I realize she started working a lotion around my bottom. Now, I've been told that if I posted a picture of my ass, and hid the fact that I was a dude, I could have men jerking off to it. I've often considered doing it as a joke. Then revealing that the ass belonged to good ol' me. Anyway, back to the story..

She starts rubbing lotion on me, and beckons for me to get up on my knees and elbows. She starts to use the lotion to stroke my dick and balls, and it feels fucking fantastic. I'm wondering to myself, "My god, how can it get any more awesome??!!" When all of a sudden, I feel a warm moistness start to tickle around my cheeks. I tensed up when I felt her breath roll over my ass, a little warm air against my bottom.

Suddenly, she begins licking and rolling her lips around my ass hole as she strokes. I tried my best to not cum, but it was probably the best feeling I've ever had in my entire life. I came BUCKETS. I'm pretty sure I applauded her.

So, some time passes, and one day after lunch on a weekend, she tells me she wants to start using toys. Again, I've never used toys. Never really figured much for them, as I have the perfect toy for a girl right between the legs.

I tell her to get whatever she wants, and we'll try them out. So, a few days later a package from Amazon shows up at our door (we lived together for a bit in a nice rental house) and low and behold, she ordered a vibrating dildo.

I joked with her and said I was sad that she didn't think my dick was up to par anymore and she laughed and said that they were the same size, she just wanted to try a few things. So the night the dildo came, I was eager to see what she had in mind.

She asked me if I'd fuck her in her ass. I'd never had anal sex with a girl before. Don't get me wrong, I tried. My ex some time before her flew off the bed in pain because I was too big. And since then, its never really been anything I thought of doing. The vagina and mouth work just as well.

I said hell yeah, and after careful careful careful amounts of effort, we got it in, and the fuck began. At first it was slow, incredibly slow. Almost to the point where I was just wanting to take it out and fuck her normal. But, as she always did, she surprised me. She started fucking speeding up to the point where it was like I was railing away at her like normal. I still was careful, I'd read too many horror stories.

In all this, I'd forgotten about the dildo. The purple, ugly, veiny didlo. The damn thing sat next to her as I fucked her ass sideways.

Now, I've watched a lot of pornos. And they've been the best education a man could ever need. I grabbed the damn thing, I never held one before, so it was like holding another man's penis. Odd. I decided I was going to double penetrate my girlfriend. I slowed down enough to work it in, and with the satisfactory moan from her, I did my best to maintain a rhythm. Eventually, I handed the rains of ol' Veiny to her and it was epic. She came a lot, I came a lot, and it was a fantastic night.

A few nights later, because I was out of town, I came home to her in a sexy little number and the ol Veiny on the bed. I figured we'd be repeating the night we had earlier in the week, and I was excited. The way she could work a dick, damn I hate the guy who she's with now...

So, we set about it, and she gets the lube out and starts applying it all over the dildo. I kind of had an idea what she was up to. I'm not a moron, and I'm horny like 99% of the time. The other percent I'm sleeping. She asks if she can use it on me.

I stared at her for a while wondering if there was a wrong answer here. I didn't know if it'd be like Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade, where I had to "Choose Wisely", or not. I decided, since she and I had been having wild nights, what the hell. We only live once.

Well, haha, it didn't work out. I did not have the anal space for anything like that, and honestly, I was terrified. I could tell she was disappointed, but not completely downtrodden about it. She told me that we'd have to work up to it. I agreed, if only to appease her.

So over the next couple of months, she would use two fingers instead of one, increasing slowly to three, to the point where it almost hurt when she was working her hand in and out.

Well, things didn't work out between us, and we ended up breaking up before ol' Veiny ended up anywhere near my ass. This is where I'm at now, and I can't figure out what's going on in my head.

I've had thoughts about having a dick jammed into my ass, and it subsequently railing it. I mean, not just any dick, a fit, young fellow like myself. Not a beary old dude. I dunno, there's just something about it that turns me on. I dunno if its because I still am drawn back to the passion with my ex, and kind of "finishing" what we set out to do, or what. I mean if that was the case, I'd just stick a dildo up there and call it a day. I think there's more to it than that.

I have what some may say is a sexy penis. Its not ugly or funny looking, its just exactly what its supposed to be. And I think thats the kind of penis I'd hope for haha. I see some of them in porn, and its kind of a turn off. So, I know its not the penis that draws me.

I've thought, maybe just a girl with a strap on? But I dunno, I feel like if I were to go that far, why not have it be a real, pulsing, throbbing cock?

These are questions I ask myself all the time. I know I love women, but maybe I'm not opposed to the idea of an attractive man. Only sexually though. I couldn't have a "relationship", per se. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm a supporter of equal rights, politically, sexually, you name it. I'm just not gay in that way. If at all. I think its a sort of bicurious attraction that I'll never fullfill. I dunno. I just had to get it out I suppose. I don't really talk to anyone about my sexual habits, so I figure a sex message board might be the place to do it.

I have been having alot of problems with my teenage daughter ever since her mom and I got divorced several years ago. It's only gotten worse since she hit puberty. She comes home late nearly every night and I know she no longer a virgin. She started drinking and smoking pot about 6 months ago. I have tried everything I could to get her help but she is determined to throw her life away. Recently she has become more bold about how she dresses around the house. She use to only dress like a slut when she was going out at night but now she constantly goes without a bra and wears the shortest of skirts and tight jeans shorts. Most of the time her ass cheeks are hanging out for all the world to see. My next door neigbor is a 50+ guy that has retired from the military and just sits around drinking most of the time. I have seen him several times looking at my daughter and even hear him make rude comments to her. She just loves it and tells me I should start drinking more, maybe it would "lighten" me up a little. So I've done just that. The other night I came home after a few drinks and found my daughter and her boyfriend in the shower fucking. I threw his ass out and told her to get dressed. I proceeded to fix myself another drink. I needed it. BAD. After several minutes I yelled thru the closed bathroom door that she needed to get out of there so we could talk. No answer. Not even the usual "Fuckk off". I yelled again. Still no answer and the door was locked. I told her I would break the door down if I had to, but she WAS coming out of there. Not a sound. So I busted down the door. There she was in the tub, shower still running, passed out drunk. After checking to see if she was still breathing I tried to pick her up out of the shower. She had body oils all over her and it was impossible to get a good hold. I needed help. Then I remembered. My neighbor is always home. Hopefully he's sober enough to help me get her out of this tub. Of course, he was more than happy to help out. What a guy! When we got back to my daughter she was still passed out naked and didn't respond to my yelling out her name. We tried to pick her up but she was just too slippery with the bath oils on her. My neighbor told me we would have to clean all the oils off her body if we were going to have any luck getting her out of the tub. So we proceeded to wash her down. My neighbor took the soap and lathered up his hands real good and ran them all over her legs. he said we might as well clean the oils off her entire body or they would end up on my sheets... that's if we didn't drop her. I agreed. He continued to use his soapy hands all over my daughters body. When I looked over at hi he had the biggest smile. I reminded him this was my daughter. he reminded me what a pain in my ass she was and that I should take advantage of the situation. I had to admit the thought had already crossed my mind. So we both ran our soapy hands all over her body, not missing an inch. When we got her out of the tub and into bed we both continued to rub our hands over her body. I looked at my neighbor and said" Oh what the hell, it's not like she's a virgin." My neighbor looked back at me and said "No, not since last summer".

Oh, my confession? I like to jack off to made up stories on Motherless. I hope all enjoyed !