I want to conffes that i want to fuck, or more exactly be fucked by my daughter's boyfriend. I saw them fucking for first time by accident and till then i just want to feel the same thing. The picture resembles almost what i saw, but he and she are younger of course.
I confess.I like watching cartoons.
naughty
gtfo
I was molested by a cub scout master from ages 9 to 12 from the years 1995 to about 1997. I enjoyed it... the affection and attention he gave me was great, since I wasn't getting it at home. My parents were fighting and stressed a lot, and I hated being there to watch them fight. My cub scout master and I had sex on a frequent basis and at many different locations, including at his home, at the beach, and of,course, camping. There were several times there was another boy involved, most often his own son. Well, now I'm an adult and having lots of sexual fantasies about little boys. I have seen some really graphic videos of boys,being forcibly raped by men and by other boys, where those boys clearly weren't enjoying consensual sex, like I was. I'm not sure if I should seek therapy, or what. I don't wanna get myself into trouble, but these thoughts and videos I find arousing can't be good to have, and they won't go away on their own, though I've tried to put them out of my head. I'll see a boy 10, 11 or 12 who I find attractive, then my dick gets hard and I begin to fantasize about him. It happened around my 11 yo nephew the other day in the pool.
Her name is Claire?.You seem to know more about her than i do??
I confess i have been using a sex doll to satisfy my needs.Now it is worn out ,and i need to order a new one.Can you help me choose? #1
#2
#3
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I confess i like VINTAGE porn.Does anyone else have this fetish?
Its interesting. I love coming here and reading the confessions. I know some at least are fiction, but at times, I can’t help but feel that some are at least rooted in truth. Mine is true. I wasn’t a great student in High School, but one subject I was very good in was Spanish. I’d taken it my freshman, sophomore, and junior years, and by my senior year was advanced enough that the school made me a teacher’s aide for one of the new Spanish 1 teachers. Strangely, I don’t even remember her name, but I definitely remember how important she was in my young life. I was scheduled to be with her during her free period, and so for an hour, I would sit at the desk behing hers, facing the wall, doing whatever she asked me to do. She was teaching the very basics (el/la/los/las, etc.), and often had me grading tests or quizzes. At first, she would let me grade them, and then when I was done, she would take the pile of tests and review what I’d done. After 3 or 4 weeks, she’d deemed me smart enough to not bother reviewing my work. When she didn’t have me grading work, she’d let me sit and do homework, draw, whatever. I always felt a little bad just wasting time, so I usually ended up taking care of homework, and for the first time in my life I was actually getting decent grades…strange what a little study time will do for you. She wasn’t conventionally pretty, but she had beautiful eyes, and was very kind and patient. When I seemed agitated or frustrated or melancholy, she would take an interest and talk with me about life; about being a stand-up-guy, about trying to be patient when the world isn’t how I think it should be. She had such a sweet voice. Very gentle, a little quiet, and a little throaty. I started hearing her voice when I’d get annoyed about things. We all know how it is when a female pays attention for even five minutes..in our minds we sort of lay claim to her. We start to think of her as “my girl”. I did this. I’d think of her when she wasn’t around. I’d find excuses to pass her class when I was on my way someplace and I’d poke my head in the door and say hi. We became friends. Things went normally for a few months, but I’d started to see her as beautiful, sexy even. Looking her up on the web today, I see that she is now 49. That would have made her 33 at the time. Usually wore flower-pattern dresses with low black mary-janes. Very light on the makeup, with curly hair to her shoulders. Fairly plain, but every day, she got increasingly more beautiful in my eyes. I just pulled out my yearbook and looked her up. She’s still beautiful to me. Her name is Ms. H. Anyhow, enough romantic reminiscing…here’s the meat of the story: A few months into the year, around XMAS, I had gotten into trouble the period before I normally went into her class. I’d spent an hour or so in the school office waiting and getting lectured and sentenced to a month of Saturda Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
The rest of that day, I spent in sort of a daze. None of my friends would believe me. I couldn’t tell anyone what had happened. I’d fooled around with my teacher. She came on my hand, and of course, embarrassingly, I came in my pants. That night, I spent mostly in my room. After my parents went to bed, I jacked off, thinking of this woman—not a girl, a woman—who let me touch, kiss, and invade her. I dreamt of it over and over. I was hooked on this woman. The weekend passed painfully slowly, Monday just wouldn’t come. Finally. Monday. Fourth period. I had heard from a friend once that if you jacked off once before you had sex, you would last longer the second time, so I did that. I’d excused myself from the previous class and had a little private moment in the bathroom—in hopes that Ms. H and I would continue where we’d left off on Friday. As I made my way eagerly to Ms. H’s classroom toward the back of the school, a friend stopped me on the way there and asked why I’d dressed so nicely and teased me about trying to impress a girl. Who was it? Did she like me too? Did she already have a boyfriend? Was I gonna fuck her? All the stupid normal teenage boy things to say—ignorant and puerile. Ms. H’s classroom. There were two students in there with her. She was talking to them about test results or homework or something. She looked up at me as I entered, smiled a very big and genuine smile, and looked back at them, still talking. Feeling satisfied, and anticipating the moment we would be alone, I slid into the desk behind hers. She had her back to me, and was leaned over the desk. I’m convinced she was teasing me, the way she swayed her hips back and forth as she talked with these young girls. I looked at her calves. No tights. Usually, there were tights. Now, none. I immediately began imagining what was at the top of those legs, the plumpish hips, the panties, and the heat beneath them. I looked at the girls. So young. No hips. No tits. No character in their faces. No meat on them. I found, for the first time, that I didn’t care for younger girls. Strange feeling. Ms. H kept looking back, past her shoulder at me, smiling seductively. Swaying her hips. Bending her leg at the knee, lifting one foot up and toeing at the ground. Eventually, after what seemed like a longish while of my staring, her flirting while talking to these other students, the girls left for their next class. Ms. H followed them to the door and closed it behind them. She watched them through the window as they walked away and when they were far enough away, she locked the door. She came straight to me, leaned down, and kissed me right on the mouth. Hard. So hard. She bit my tongue. She probed my mouth, hungry and eager. I kissed right back. I fumbled, clumsy from inexperience, but we made it work. She reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Between kisses, she whispered into my mouth, “You’re lasting a little longer today. Good.” That felt like a little bit of an insult and it stung. I grabbed her hand from my dick and took it out by the wrist. I held it for a minute, feeling a little angry. She smiled coyly. It felt like she was antagonizing me. I spun her around roughly and pushed her against the chalkboard where I had just been pinned, and leaned in and bit her ear. Hard. She gave a small, quiet should of pain. I did not stop. She’d gotten me frustrated, she’d teased me—after I had just submitted myself to her and fingered her to orgasm. TWICE NOW. And she has the nerve to mock me? Fuck that. I held the back of her head, pressing her face into the chalkboard. She pleaded, “not so hard. Don’t bruise me.” In a flash, I knew what was happening. It was a game. She wanted me to force myself on her. I did. I lifted her skirt with my free hand and pulled her panties down. I finally saw them. Black. Satin. Pretty big. She stepped out of them and I reached around her front to play with her as I pressed into her. My dick wasn’t yet full-grown. Its much bigger now than it was at the time, but it was sufficient. I pushed it up, between her spread legs, against the the wet opening of her pussy. She wiggled against me—later I learned that she was correcting for entry—and she said, deep and low and from her throat, “go ahead.” I pushed forward. My dick slid into her easily. She was so wet, and so hot. I stopped immediately to savor the moment—the first time my cock had entered a woman. The most beautiful thing I had ever felt. So hot. In a moment, she began to push back against me, encouraging me to move into and out of her. I didn’t really know the rhythm, but figured it out. I held her hips, she bent over further, and I pushed as hard as I could, and as deep as I could. I began to stiffen up, ready to come. She pushed me back. Out of her. Frustrated, needing to come, needing her to let me, I grabbed her again and pushed her back to her desk on her ass, facing me. I pushed her up and back until she was positioned for me to take her again, and I lifted her skirt—this is the first time I’ve actually SEEN a pussy in real life. This time she kissed me, tenderly, gently, kindly, and reached down to my cock. She pulled at it, and guided me into her. She held my face, kissing me, eyes open, staring deep into mine, as I thrust, in, out, in, out, for maybe thirty seconds. I began to stiffen up again, but this time responded differently. She leaned up, kissed me once, and reached behind me, and pulled me close. And deep. I came inside my teacher.
MOAR
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There is a weekly underground (deeply underground) event in south of france called "11 Ă ", which stands for "11 and upwards". These are sex parties in various secret places in the department where men of any ages can have sex, get blowjobs or just jack off and cum on young underage teens. This isn't intended for any pedophiles whatsoever since, as the name specifies, it is aimed at pubescent girls from eleven years old until 16 18. But it can happen that some 11 yo girls (or older) are late and still look like they didn't reach puberty, or some trusted regular girls sometimes introduce one or 2 of their younger friends who are actual preteens of 10 or even 9 years old that just want to see a penis of taste / feel some cum. It is also totally forbidden to virgins. They must have their first time in real life as normal people do with boys of their age. (They can be deflowered by older guys if they want, that's not our business) This is the rule, but it's not really a secret that there are virgins among those who come just to suck cocks and being juiced on, especially the youngests. But the hosts generally don't mind as long as no sickfuck try to penetrate them by force while they say NO. Though 1, the girls there are generally willing to have any sexual contact, if they don't want to have sex (or it it's enough for today) they agree to suck or just to let you jerk or rub your dick on their body and splash them, or else what would be the point going there ? They better stay home. 2 it's a kind of mafia, in case you wondered how, and no one want to have problem with the house because, since it's totally illegal, the house can't allow to simply send you to the police for that reason (of course) so they could just destroy your life if you are not here to RESPECT girls and young women who are younger than you. Most men wear masks in order not only to not be recognized or intimidated, but also to ease the girls, as some younger girls may feel uncomfortable as they just sit there watching people fuck or talking to their friend and some guy with a rude face steps in and say he want to cum on her... But if some day, there are only regular people, they sometime party bareface. People may avoid real life contacts, and if they are forced into, they may act like they don't know each other and meet for the first time. I was told that once, a father met his daughter's bestfriend at home and they instantly recognized each other. It was even more ackward for the girl because he didn't seem to know his own daughter was also participating to these parties, being introduced by her who use to fuck her dad. Most girls aren't paid. The hosts want to avoid any feeling and any thought related to prostitution. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
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this one either
One, I believe you. Two, do you think you could get him to see about uploading some of the vidoes to Tor's Opeva video site? I know that there's a lot of people out there that would appreciate it.
If this 12yo was a member,i would join.
I did things with my step daughter. Is anyone interested in the stories?
closer but still not right...damn hot pic though
I hope your step daughter gave you as much pleasure as she gave her dad?
She never would suck me. Some really good hand jobs though...and I fucked her many times.
The first time I fucked her I didn't have a condom. I only had it in her a short time before I decided I better pull out. She was so tight and wet...believe me, the next time I made sure I had condoms.
Her pussy
I confess I love to hear what people want to do to my girlfriend. She's the one in the blue dress in the middle. I love jerking off to the fact that someone else wants to rape and fuck the shit out of her and I want to hear their fantasies. I will post nudes for fantasiesÂ
I wouldn't want to 'rape' her, but I would willingly and with the greatest pleasure make love to her (and her friends). You have a very lovely and sexy girlfriend. Sorry, no fantasy as such, but I'm a straightforward, romantic sort of guy, so I guess that doesn't earn me a nude pic of her!
