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?

i confess im writting a suicide note...Please refrain from any type of sorrow,
If you feel like crying save the tears for tomorrow.
I made the decision to end my life for no particular reason
None at all, I just got tired of living.
That's all.
Life lost its flavor to me,
everything started looking so bland.
It felt so pointless living in a world smeared with bullshit
Everywhere I walked I'd be steppin' in it.
I feel that for myself death will be better than life,
suffocation better than breathe..
I'm just tired of being ethical in a completely unethical world.
I'm tired of being told to take the straight path
when I'm the most crooked person I know.
I no longer want to live in a world where I'm afraid to love who
I choose to love.
I'm no longer interested in a world where war of skin color is a bigger
battle then WWI and WWII put together.
I refuse to live in a world where trees are illegal and cigarettes
aren't--An herbal essence
versus
A pile of toxic shit.
I refuse to live in a world where the p********s oral recreation is a
bigger deal then the poverty laying less then 420 ft. from
the white house itself.
A world where millions & millions of dollars are shredded on a daily
basis-now tell me what kind of sense does that make?
A world where hate has become the basis for living,
a place where happiness no longer exist.
I can no longer live to die
I'd rather just not live at all
With death I'm looking for a sounder way of living
Be glad foe me because I am no longer suffering-
Be glad for me I have found complete peace by now.
Live on and live strong
Let bravery stand across your chest since it missed mine
Wipe your tears,
I'm dead,it's over. I have no fears

Looking for the video of this girl dancing to Britney Spears' song Toxic. If anybody happens to know where it is, please respond!

i was in chat. And evidently, myself and others are fans of watching Toxic Avenger and the Darrell Brooks tiral.

Someone recommended that i watch "Lisa , She Wolf Of The SS"

I am only 8 seconds in to it. But i love it already!!

So thanks to you!! Thanks to the person who recommended this wonderful film!!!!

I'm giving in to my inner freak and looking for hiv+ guys who are gifting their strain. I am aching for a few guys to flood my boipussy with all the dirty toxic cum I can take. I never ask or care about STDs, most men don't seem to care..... and personally, if I had an anonymous, no questions ready and begging STD hole milking my cock, I'd say thanks and keep quiet...... that's fucking hot and worth some more dirty fun ;)

And I'm hitting the local anon pump n dump hotspot tonight..... looking forward to the many fun filthy times

I love it when I meet women in bad relationships. They're married to toxic men who think making demands is being dominant. Boundaries are there for a reason. Pushing them isn't up to you, it's up to the other person. Ever watch someone get so caught in the moment in Vegas that they bet way more than usual? Doesn't matter if they win, so caught up they flew past that self imposed limit. Ever see a friend unload that extra cash on a stripper? Went from "my limit is $100 to dropping $300 real damn quick. Sure he had fun, but way past his boundary.

Sex is the same thing. Learn them. Tease them. Set them off again and again and at some point they'll be caught in the moment and they'll move the limits. It's the difference between her husband barely getting a blowjob, and her spreading her ass cheeks for me begging me to cum in her ass. I just left it in, balls deep, fully drained. I know her husband will never experience that incredible moment because she's strict on the "no butt stuff". But here I am, ass fucking her because I make her cum harder than he can. I know about her kinks. I know she loves toys. I tease, I fuck, I toy, I fuck some more, pretty soon it's Vegas and she goes from a plug in  her ass to me fucking her ass to her hands spreading her cheeks begging me to cum in her tight ass.

The way she looks at me when I enter her tight pussy, sliding inside her sweet wetness, she sees deep into my soul. I've never experienced a woman with such suction, such grip on my cock as both of our eyes lock in lust, as our hearts beat with love. She'll moan and bite my shoulder as I slide deeper inside her. I can feel her large soft swollen breasts jiggling under me as my thrusts become quicker. She loves when I bite down on her nipples and suck, and sometimes I'll get lucky and some sweet nectar will drip on to my tongue.
She likes to ride my cock, and her favorite part is feeling me cum inside her. She says she can feel me pulsating. I don't last long when she's on top of me - watching those magnificent melons bouncing on my chest, sometimes I'll grab them and squeeze, and sometimes I'll grab her soft round ass and hold her tightly to me as I fill her.
"I'm your little cum slut," she will whisper in my ear as my cock throbs with pleasurable attempts to breed this beautiful woman. The emotions I feel for her are beyond measure - it's lust, it's love, it's obsession.
"I love you," I say, looking into her magnificent eyes.
"I love you too," she always says back.
I only get to see her once a week. She's a busy woman and she has a boyfriend who mistreats her. I'm single but work in the IT field. I met her at my therapist's office. Usually my therapist books people so we don't run into each other - but I've seen her a few times as she was leaving. One time she was talking to him and as she left she glanced at me and said, "hello," with a cute smile.
My heart melted. I decided that I'd show up to my therapist a bit earlier next week just to see what would happen.
I talked to my therapist about her - and it turns out she was seeing him for a broken heart, just like I was. My therapist diagnosed me with PTSD because of emotional distress due to a toxic relationship with my ex. Luckily I was healing because of all of the therapy. She was the first woman I've really ever looked at after the destruction of my old relationship.
I asked my therapist about her, and he seemed a little surprised that I would even ask him about her.
"She's definitely going through a lot, but I can't discuss those things with you. She is attractive, but she is also in a relationship of which she's trying to cope with..."
So the next week I showed up early and she walked past me, smiled and said "hello!"
Our eyes connected and she blushed.
"Hey, um... I just... I just want to say thank you for smiling at me and saying hello - it really brightened my day." I stammered a bit, but her beauty was so pure.
She blushed a bit more, "well thank you, I hope you have a nice session."
"I don't know how to go about this, but... can I take you out for coffee?"
"I'd like that."
So that's how it all began. We've both discussed things about why we're in therapy, and she acknowledges that she needs to leave her boyfriend.
I told her I didn't want to be the rebound because that never works out.
"Like it or not, you already are the rebound - the thing is I just wanted to get laid, just to take my mind off of that asshole but .... I ended up falling in love with a wonderful man... and I really want you to know that when I fall in love, it's not out of nothing - it takes me a while to do... but you're special."
She plans to pack up her stuff and leave him next week. I've invited her to move in with me if she wanted to and she agreed to. She's also going to get a restraining order on her soon to be ex boyfriend.
I've never been so in love with a woman - and I'm just worried if she somehow comes to the conclusion that I'm just another asshole... it will break me... but I also know that is a major part of the PTSD I'm suffering.
In a lot of ways I want to get her pregnant - she knows I'm a pervert, and she's one too.
I can't wait to see her again.

We are actually meeting them around 12 lol.. all night long there was popping topic about that and out of tease I called prof to tease little about him leaving impression on something. And then another step happened and now meeting them lol. First at 12 then they have work to do (wolf pack) then again around dinner time. 
and I was thinking about my Master and my pattern in past. My desperate jumps and knowing what He wants and digging my grave to please Him.. can’t say that at times it’s not tempting to sink in that insane a little toxic way to please. But i am breathing thing even when i love playing, being just His object. And I miss a little something to make me less scary of the jumps. Perhaps like He forgets that I just enjoy our path and get restless on me. I get restless is it just the same. Can i dream and so on.. and i can see our path going into many tasty directions exploring things people don’t dream to explore. But as insane pet of my Lord Devil that i am, just as same i am His blushing little thing. Aching for His leading hand. He does it just perfectly 

My Master likes being rude and mean and he knows that gets me wet. Him using me and making me feel like just an object is the privilege only him so far made me properly feel.  And our darkness align ohh very much so and our toxic works like Joker and Harlequin. But when we do those crazy things and my Lord provides care and keep my head above water and reward me for being good little fuck doll and his marionette.. makes me weak inside my bones. And I never stop to wonder why do those eyes distract when slave crave to just be a good girl on many levels and why does my desires to fulfill my Lord’s fantasies get punished.. perhaps to be treated like fuck toy that I am.. all that this little fuck toy knows was that it’s very tasty and inspiring and leading me towards Sneaky Devil is when he let me beg and make my mind conflict inside of intense desire to please 
How much I was bad girl my Lord? 
How much I have to miss the intensity we create?
And how much my toxic surprise is going to be denied? 
How bad it is that I overcame my bad girl traits and slip into something more tasty?

She's the angel you'd fight the devil for
And I am the hatred you'd give up love for

She is the heaven you'll go through hell for
I'm malignantly toxic; you can't help, but ask more

She's the light you'd go through darkness for
And I am the earthquake preceded by cloudburst

She is the sunshine after a thunderous downpour
Well, I am a terror; no height I wont bring you down from.! El Sacerdote