I confess.I have taken naughty pictures with my daughter,and masturbated to them later.
i can probably answer that if you repost again
There you go.Answer please?
its most likely saved as a default from wherever you uploaded the pic from. for this particular thread,so if you were to upload a diffrent pic it would open up the file to the last pic you posted.
It is raining miserably here so I thought I would try to write a few paragraphs.
I was lucky, I suppose, to be a somewhat handsome and athletically gifted young man. Even though I fit in well with the jocks, I also made the highest scores on standardized tests, which led to accepting an academic scholarship to a well-respected university. I did well and entered graduate school. After obtaining a doctorate degree I was offered a good job in the large city about 65 miles from my childhood home. Within only a couple years I had purchased an impressive house and three sports cars, and had dated several beautiful young women.
One a pleasant Spring weekend, I was visiting my family in my hometown when my younger sister asked me to give her a ride to the park for her softball game. While observing the game from a seat at the end of the bleachers, my eye caught a glimpse of something moving in the parking lot beyond the outfield fence. It was exceeding long blonde hair flowing behind a girl riding a bicycle, like a waving flag signaling the arrival of a parade. I watched, mesmerized, as the blonde pennant floated around the parking lot and the girl pulled up and stopped right next to me. The hair fell to below her waist, brushing the seat of the bike between her legs.
She was slender but very athletic-looking, about 5'2" and 90 pounds, and she already had a deep midsummer tan, much of which was exposed by a tight sleeveless tank top and a pair of tiny white shorts. Without hesitation she turned a supermodel's young face toward me, and flashing a genuine smile, asked which team was winning. Suddenly I didn't know. I had to force myself to look away from her for a moment and gain some measure of composure. Catching my breath I managed to ask, "Why aren't you playing on the team?" "I'm not any good at softball," she replied. "I do gymnastics." That explained the legs.
After waving to several of the girls, including my sister, blondie chimed "Bye!" and kicked her bike back toward the parking lot. I noted that she had made a girlish fashion mistake by wearing dark bikini panties which could be seen through the thin white shorts, and I studied the outline of them until her butt wiggled out of sight. I delivered my sister home and decided to linger with the family a while longer. When the opportunity presented itself, I slipped into my little sis's room and pulled her school yearbook off the shelf. Thumbing through it frantically, I found her. Seventh grade cheerleaders - there she was standing on the shoulders of two other girls, in a short cheer skirt. She was 12, I was 26. I slipped the book under my arm and took it straight to the bathroom and masturbated.
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My new wife and I devoted the first day of our honeymoon and the first full day of our marriage emersing ourselves in the warm glow of this wonderful story.
She would read one chapter andA I would read the next. What wonderful bliss that was!
We have found through this beautiful story that one does not need sex, only to bask in the the love and devotion of this nameless man and Sunny. Our sexual activity, by contrast, would have been sordid and venal and filthy by comparison.
We can only hope to capture in our marriage a small fraction of the beauty of this story. We promised until "death us do part" to read at least one chapter of the work every week.
That is all of the posts I am aware of up to the time the board went down. I guess I had a premonition that something like that would happen because prior to these last few posts I hadn't copied and saved.
I hope everyone has enjoyed the story. I appreciated the comments. BTW, our few blissful years were not ruthlessly washed away, but were carefully stored in a special place within us both. After the passage of all these years, we were immediately as comfortable with each other, and secure in our place in each other's heart, as if a week had not passed.
Also, for what it is worth, I have never read "Lolita".
In doing Christmas shopping I stumbled upon a book written by this girl (photo posted age 14), now a woman, based upon her own real life experiences as a 15yo model on her own in Paris and living life in the very fast lane. Well written and a great read if you are interested in related subject matter from the point of view of a beautiful young girl who has been there, done that. I highly recommend it. A Model Summer, by Paulina Porizkova. Google for her Vogue covers and Sports Illustrated swimsuit photos.
>>168984 - I wonder, did you ever take up my idea of posting your beautiful story on SOL? I've looked out for it several times, but have never seen it, so I assume not.
I smear Marmite on the end of my cock and then get my cat to lick it off. Gotta love that rough tongue!
Recently I got some free time around the house, my parents left and I was here alone. Obviously the first thought I had was Jack Off! And after a few wanks I was on cloud 9. But then while showering I started thinking about my mom...And I got hard. Really hard.
I know about Oedipus complexes but I never thought I might have one. When I was younger I thought about it but put that thought out of my head quick. And until recently I have never really thought about it. But the second it really got in there I was hooked! I've been jacking off to the thought of fucking my mom in the mouth! Eating her pussy. Cumming all over her and inside her. I wish I had a pic to show off but sadly I don't and my mom doesn't walk about half naked or anything. But God I want to fuck her so bad! I want to fuck my mom! Hard!
What do they call this cartoon art that is posted
They call it cartoon art ???
>>168982 - I see what you did there... ;)
>>168981 - possibly 'erotic cartoon art' or 'erotic cartoons'?
Mom & son art
I confess,i have a fettish for FURS. I've had it since i was a little boy and felt some fur mittens against my penis.Do any of you have a similar thing??
My step daughter and I are the outdoor types.Her mother is not.Last summer my stepdaughter & i went on a camping trip without her mother.We went deep into the wilderness,and were away for a week.We both had a lot of fun.
Do tell....and more pics too please
That pic is all over that 'Net, has been for years. OP - either post genuine pics or it's only a 'cool story bro'...'
If that pic has been around forever,there must be more.Anyone have some???
more pics please
An earlier post a reader mentioned about his teacher fondling him, which made me remember something that happened to me when I was in middle school. Funny I had not even thought about this till I read his article. So I guess, in this day and age, one would say I was a child who was molested by an adult, but it never felt that way, and I have never had any bad feelings or guilt or whatever from what happened, in fact I think I am still kind of proud that that teacher picked me, it felt really good to be noticed and singled out and when I look back at what happened all I can think of is how great it felt.
I always liked music, my family had a piano and dad or mom would play stuff on it sometimes, mostly at Xmas time when everyone would stand around and sing carols etc.
As a kid I would try to play it, mother taught me a thing called chopsticks, it was fun to learn it. So when I went to middle school they said I should take a band class, so I joined band, there was a choice of instruments, and of course since we owned a piano that is what I picked.
Our band teacher was a really pretty lady, she had light brown curly hair, young I guess around 25 and always wore kind of short dresses She was very stylish compared to the other teachers in the school, and she always wore really nice high heel shoes. I guess most of the boys had a crush on her. Her name was Miss Green
We all had stuff to practice, and then come back the next day and play it at school, I found it easy to do, I learned to string together various pieces we had to learn into one long song, it was just a fun thing to do, one day after class I had access to the music room so I sat down and was going through this composition of mine, I would edit the tempo and notes of all the songs to get it to blend into a single piece of music. When I stopped I felt someone behind me and it was Miss Green. She complimented me on what I had done and asked me if anyone had helped me, I told her no, it was just something I liked to do. She told me she would keep the music room door open after class for a couple of hours while she listened to our homework that all the students had to turn in on tape, and I was welcome to come and practice.
So that is what happened each week, sometimes she would sit beside me and we would play a duet , Miss Green was really good. When we were on the piano bench our legs would touch when we worked the pedals, It was kind of exciting, I did whatever I could so that my leg would touch hers. I guessed she noticed it, because she kind of bumped my shoulder one day and said, wow you are a bold ! I thought she did not notice, and I felt myself getting red, I guess she noticed because she said â€ś Donâ€™t worry, I donâ€™t mind, and gave me a little kiss on the cheekâ€ť
From that day onwards it seemed we would just seem to try to touch each other every chance we got, while playing the keys our hands would bump, our
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Band practice at school seemed different now, it felt like when Miss Green was talking to the class she was looking at me to see my reactions, or did I just imagine it? I most days if I did not have sports after class I would still go to the Music Room, she would always come over. The first time after at her house she sat by me and we played a kind of tune where I followed her with the air, and her thigh was firmly against mine, I could feel myself getting hard and she looked down and while playing said, â€śOh that looks niceâ€ť
Now, to explain, in the band room the piano is at the back of all the instruments and faced forwards and was actually in a corner, so there was nothing behind us but walls, and a bunch of instrument and music stands and chairs in front so you really could only see the head of the piano players, and no one can see anything but that if they came in the door, and besides that, the door was half glass and if anyone came to it we could see them first. She knew this I think because the next thing I knew she was playing with one hand and rubbing me through my pants with the other, I could hardly concentrate on reading the music, and when I missed or slowed down she would stop and then start again, I wanted to come really badly by now and I blurted out â€śOh Miss Green, I love youâ€ť and she just kind of squeezed all of me and held it tight and amazingly I started to come, it was more intense and a completely new way of it happening. Then she released me and I could feel myself just spurting in my underwear, I swear it felt like I was going to pass out, and she said â€śThat was so that you wont forget meâ€ť, I had stopped playing and was holding myself and I could feel stuff running down my pant leg, I had to get up and went to the bathroom attached to the music room and cleaned up as best I could. When I got back she was back at her desk and she smiled and asked â€ś Everything ok?â€ť and I think I said yes so she said well guess you should head home now before you miss the bus I looked at the clock on the wall and I had 5 minutes for the bus so I had to run.
The ride home was a bit awkward, I was sitting next to a girl who lived on my street I knew that her name was Enid, she is actually very pretty, and although we never really talked other than say hi etc, we were not really friends or anything and I never talked to her in school ever;
I know I could smell that odd smell of cum still from myself and if I could smell it, I knew she could. She kind of gave me this odd look a couple of times like ewwwâ€¦but never said anything our stop came and she got of first, and started to walk up the street, I actually had to follow her for about a block, and go past her house so I was walking a few feet behind her when she turned into her driveway and I was walking past and she said â€śByeâ€ť I said â€śByeâ€ť and then she said, â€śYou know, if you want, you can help me and carry one of my book bags â€ť I w
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Hello /con/. There's something I feel like I should share.
In pre-school, all the kids would have nap time after snacks... except me.
My teacher would take me into a separate room and would read me a story. I didn't know why, but I later found out it was because I was wetting the bed, and my mom told them that I shouldn't sleep during nap time, and that I'd be fine staying up.(How embarrassing). Good thing I didn't find out til much later.
She would sit on the floor, and I would sit on her lap. She'd hold a book out and would read the book over my head.
She was quite young, about her early 20's. Definitely the youngest teacher there.
She was also fairly attractive, I mean I didn't expect her to become a model or anything. But in comparison to the other old fogeys, she was definitely the looker of the bunch.
I liked the extra attention, but after a couple sessions, she would start touching me as she read.
At first she would just stroke my legs and arms. I didn't really think anything of it.Â Then she started touching my crotch.
It made me uncomfortable, but I was raised to obey authority. I was always told that since I was just a little kid, they knew what was best for me, and that I had to listen to what they said, even if I didn't like it.
Anyway, she would just massage my tiny package outside of my pants as we read. I remember that the longer she read, the more short of breath she got.
After a couple months of this she did something different.
She did the usual, outside clothes fondling, but about half way through our story, she had me get off.
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I started with a boner, but as the story progressed I dawwwed ;_;
You know, touching tales and touching yourself don't have to be mutually exclusive.
For the first few minutes of this story, I could relate to the teacher, just that I'm a guy and I did it with girls. :D I did the same thing of reading books with a girl on my lap, although usually while I sat on a kiddie chair with the girl standing between my thighs. And I also did some light touching while reading to them. I didn't really go for their crotches because we did this openly in front of everyone, but of course no one could tell that I had a hard boner pressed to the girls' little butts the entire time.
>implying I'm going to let this story 404
My friend and i visited a nudist resort last summer.We paid a young nudist beauty,to ler us masturbate in front of her.
I haven't violated her trust,i'm jerking off to her pic right now.I never said i wouldn't post her pic on the internet.
>>168992 - OK, so you never said to her that you wouldn't post her photo on the Internet, but that doesn't make it right; I bet by inference she assumed that the photo you took of her was for 'personal consumption' only...
Your attitude over this matter just seems incongruous with your advise to 'be polite and ask permission before taking a picture', that's all. <shrugs>
Sometimes i don't ask permission at all.I just snap the pic and run like hell.
Ever asked a young nudist to bend over and spread her cheeks for a pic?
Not 1 girl,but 5 young teens once put on a show for me.Hope you like?
I'm 28 years old, been dating the same girlfriend for 2 years. She moved in with me last August. I really love her a lot and I would never cheat on her (I've even had dreams where I could have cheated on her but refused to) but all the same, I seem to have this problem...Â
I didn't get laid in high school, though there were several girls in my senior class and in grades below me that I would have fucked silly if I had the chance. I was an awkward weirdo back then. I also didn't get laid in COLLEGE, which is pretty much mating season as far as human beings are concerned. I was 22 and a few months out of college the first time I had sex.Â
Lately I've been thinking about all those hot girls I knew in high school that I didn't get to fuck, and how badly I still want them. What I've been craving more than anything are nude pics of them, either from back then or within the last few years. Same thing applies to girls I was friend-zoned by in college. I've found myself lurking AnonIB's regional board for my state, hoping, praying, keeping my Â fingers crossed that one day I'll get lucky and see a girl posted on there that I actually know. Because nude pics are, for some reason, a helluva lot hotter if I actually KNOW the person in them.Â
I feel like if I can get a naked pic of that blonde girl, or that brunette, or that ginger with the big tits, etc, and have a mind-blowing jerk off to it once, I'll be cured. In the past, my girlfriend has told me that she's fine with me looking at porn, and that there's nothing wrong with looking as long as I'm not able to touch the person I'm viewing. So I started wondering if the same thing applied to these naked pics of these high school/college friends I wanted...Â
Let's see, you didn't get laid in HS or College and now you are confessing a desire to see nude pictures of chicks who you think rejected you in school and fap to them.
So, I think that confession applies to a majority of readers of this board. A few of us might have gotten laid in college (I didn't), maybe. So, I give you my personal permission to continue looking and good luck.
I think the real danger (in my experience) is to sabotage sex with your GF. The truth is that not getting laid in college probably had more to do with you than with women. Sure, the hot one's probably didn't think you are attractive enough, but that is true of everyone except Brad Pitt or whoever.
Focus on the women to stayed away from, would it have ruined your life not to bang that plain slightly overweight nice girl you had a class with who hinted around that she would like to go out with you? There was more than one of those I suspect.
More interesting is a confession of your feelings towards your GF that make you think that fapping to nudies is more satisfying that banging her.
Here's a little test:
1) Have you ever jizzed on your GF's face? Have you and her talked about it?
2) Have you ever stuck your finger up her ass or any other anal sex? Have you talked with her about it? We all know you want to do shit like that.
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