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WAKING UP THE G SPOT PART 1
12:52PM on April 12, 2012


 WAKING UP THE G SPOT


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The best position to acieve female squirting is when a woman lies on her back and you position yourself between her thighs.
Stimulate her clitoris and outer lips to awaken the whole vagina area. Use generous amount of lubrication in addition to her vaginal juices.


First, insert your middle finger at 12 oclock position (palm up) and start making movements as if you want to say, Come Here. Add your index finger after a few minutes and continue doing the same movement with two fingers simultaneously.

You can also use a dildo or G spot stimulator for this. The G spot is situated about 4-5 cm (2 inches) deep inside the vagina along the upper wall. In fact you are stimulating her vagina with two fingers or a dildo along the upper wall.

Try several ways to stimulate the G spot. Try to press. Try to move your fingers in circles. Keep doing it until you find the way, which feels most pleasurable for her. Stimulate that particular area to allow your woman to reach the highest level of arousal.



The first 4-5 cm (1-2 inches) of the upper wall of her vagina will slowly get more and more swollen. You will begin to feel that area becoming slightly rougher than the rest of the vagina.

This means that you are doing everything right and the tissue surrounding her urethra is being filled with ejaculation fluid produced by Paraurethral/Skenes glands .



Remember to communicate with your woman! Let her tell you which of your movements feels the best.


The fluid in urethra will initially feel exactly like when she has to pee so at this moment woman might start thinking and telling you that she needs to urinate. This is the right time to put her at rest and explain that she has to let it go.

Tell her to relax and to allow this feeling to build. She should not resist it in any way. Any attempt to stop peeing will immediately stop the ejaculation.


Verbal communication is very important at this point. Your woman may need reassurance that you are excited about this adventure and that you will be happy if she makes you all wet.



Do not rush things. Take time to build her sexual excitement. You cannot GIVE her squirting orgasm. She can only ALLOW herself to have one. This is the basic rule for achieving female squirting.

his grandfather passed
10:18PM on April 02, 2012

On hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away Santa Singh went straight round to visit his grandmother. When he asked how his grandpa had died, his granny explained 'He had a heart attack during sex on Sunday morning'

Horrified Santa suggested that shagging at the age of 94 was surely asking for trouble.

'Oh no' granny replied, 'We had sex every Sunday morning, in time with the local church bells, in with the dings and out with the dongs.'

She paused, and wiped away a tear. 'If it wasn't for that damn fire engine going past, he'd still be alive!'

Three ducks went into court.
10:14PM on April 02, 2012

Three ducks went into court. The judge called the first one to the stand.

"What is your name?" he asked.

"Quack." the duck answered.

"And why were you arrested?" the judge asked.

"I was blowing bubbles." he answered.

The judge didn't see anything wrong with that, so he dismissed the duck and called up the next one.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Quack," the duck answered.

"Why were you arrested?" the Judge asked.

"I was blowing bubbles." the duck replied.

Again, the judge saw nothing offensive, so he called up the next duck.

"What's your name?? No wait, let me guess, Quack." he said.

"No," said the duck, "My name is Bubbles."

these 3 girls
10:49PM on March 29, 2012

these 3 girls went out and partied and got drunk.the next moring they were taking about who did the craziest thing last night.the 1st girl said i was so drunk i run into a stop sign.the second girl says thats nothing i rode up to the mc donalds drive-in in on a bike.the third girl goes thats nothing last night i blowed chunks.the other girls say thats nothin.and then the third girl says no chunks is my dog

Population control ( conspiracy theory) Part3
1:57PM on March 28, 2012

Population control
Conspiracy theorists believe that the New World Order will also be implemented through the use of human population control in order to more easily monitor and control the movement of individuals. The means range from stopping the growth of human societies through reproductive health and family planning programs, which promote abstinence, contraception and abortion, or intentionally reducing the bulk of the world population through genocides by mongering unnecessary wars, through plagues by engineering emergent viruses and tainting vaccines, and through environmental disasters by controlling the weather (HAARP, chemtrails), etc. Conspiracy theorists argue that globalists plotting on behalf of a New World Order are neo-Malthusians who engage in overpopulation and climate change alarmism in order to create public support for coercive population control and ultimately world government.

Skeptics argue that fears of population control can be traced back to the traumatic legacy of the eugenics movement's "war against the weak" in the United States during the first decades of the 20th century but also the Second Red Scare in the U.S. during the late 1940s and 1950s, and to a lesser extent in the 1960s, when activists on the far right of American politics routinely opposed public health programs, notably water fluoridation, mass vaccination and mental health services, by asserting they were all part of a far-reaching plot to impose a socialist or communist regime. Their views were influenced by opposition to a number of major social and political changes that had happened in recent years: the growth of internationalism, particularly the United Nations and its programs; the introduction of social welfare provisions, particularly the various programs established by the New Deal; and government efforts to reduce inequalities in the social structure of the U.S..



Mind control
Social critics accuse governments, corporations, and the mass media of being involved in the manufacturing of a national consensus and, paradoxically, a culture of fear due to the potential for increased social control that a mistrustful and mutually fearing population might offer to those in power. The worst fear of some conspiracy theorists, however, is that the New World Order will be implemented through the use of mind controla broad range of tactics able to subvert an individual's control of his or her own thinking, behavior, emotions, or decisions. These tactics are said to include everything from Manchurian candidate-style brainwashing of sleeper agents (Project MKULTRA, "Project Monarch") to engineering psychological operations (water fluoridation, subliminal advertising, "Silent Sound Spread Spectrum", MEDUSA) and parapsychological operations (Stargate Project) to influence the masses.[83] The concept of wearing a tin foil hat for protection from such threats has become a popular stereotype and term of derision; the phrase serves as a byword for paranoia and is associated with conspiracy theorists.

Skeptics argue that the paranoia behind a conspiracy theorist's obsession with mind control, population control, occultism, surveillance abuse, Big Business, Big Government, and globalization arises from a combination of two factors, when he or she: 1) holds strong individualist values and 2) lacks power. The first attribute refers to people who care deeply about an individual's right to make their own choices and direct their own lives without interference or obligations to a larger system (like the government), but combine this with a sense of powerlessness in one's own life, and one gets what some psychologists call "agency panic", intense anxiety about an apparent loss of autonomy to outside forces or regulators. When fervent individualists feel that they cannot exercise their independence, they experience a crisis and assume that larger forces are to blame for usurping this freedom.

Illuminati (conspiracy theory) Part 2
11:56AM on March 27, 2012

The Order of the Illuminati was an Enlightenment-age secret society founded by university professor Adam Weishaupt on 1 May 1776, in Upper Bavaria, Germany. The movement consisted of advocates of freethought, secularism, liberalism, republicanism and gender equality, recruited in the German Masonic Lodges, who sought to teach rationalism through mystery schools. In 1785, the order was infiltrated, broken up and suppressed by the government agents of Charles Theodore, Elector of Bavaria, in his preemptive campaign to neutralize the threat of secret societies ever becoming hotbeds of conspiracies to overthrow the Bavarian monarchy and its state religion, Roman Catholicism.

In the late 18th century, reactionary conspiracy theorists, such as Scottish physicist John Robison and French Jesuit priest Augustin Barruel, began speculating that the Illuminati survived their suppression and became the masterminds behind the French Revolution and the Reign of Terror. The Illuminati were accused of being subversives who were attempting to secretly orchestrate a revolutionary wave in Europe and the rest of the world in order to spread the most radical ideas and movements of the Enlightenment anti-clericalism, anti-monarchism, and anti-patriarchalism and create a world noocracy and cult of reason. During the 19th century, fear of an Illuminati conspiracy was a real concern of European ruling classes, and their oppressive reactions to this unfounded fear provoked in 1848 the very revolutions they sought to prevent.

During the interwar period of the 20th century, fascist propagandists, such as British revisionist historian Nesta Helen Webster and American socialite Edith Starr Miller, not only popularized the myth of an Illuminati conspiracy but claimed that it was a subversive secret society which serves the Jewish elites that supposedly propped up both finance capitalism and Soviet communism in order to divide and rule the world. American evangelist Gerald Burton Winrod and other conspiracy theorists within the fundamentalist Christian movement in the United States which emerged in the 1910s as a backlash against the principles of Enlightenment secular humanism, modernism, and liberalism became the main channel of dissemination of Illuminati conspiracy theories in America. Right-wing populists, such as members of the John Birch Society, subsequently began speculating that some collegiate fraternities (Skull and Bones), gentlemen's clubs (Bohemian Club) and think tanks (Council on Foreign Relations, Trilateral Commission) of the American upper class are front organizations of the Illuminati, which they accuse of plotting to create a New World Order through a one-world government.

Skeptics argue that evidence would suggest that the Bavarian Illuminati was nothing more than a curious historical footnote since there is no evidence that the Illuminati survived its suppression in 1785.

New World Order (conspiracy theory) Part 1
1:19PM on March 23, 2012

The New World Order (NWO) is claimed by conspiracy theorists to be a developing totalitarian world government The common theme in such theories about a New World Order is that a secretive power elite with a globalist agenda is conspiring to eventually rule the world through an authoritarian world governmentwhich replaces sovereign nation-statesand an all-encompassing propaganda that ideologizes its establishment as the culmination of history's progress. Significant occurrences in politics and finance are speculated to be orchestrated by an unduly influential cabal operating through many front organizations. Numerous historical and current events are seen as steps in an on-going plot to achieve world domination through secret political gatherings and decision-making processes.

Prior to the early 1990s, New World Order conspiracism was limited to two American countercultures, primarily the militantly anti-government right, and secondarily fundamentalist Christians concerned with end-time emergence of the Antichrist.Skeptics, such as Michael Barkun and Chip Berlet, have observed that right-wing populist conspiracy theories about a New World Order have now not only been embraced by many seekers of stigmatized knowledge but have seeped into popular culture, thereby inaugurating an unrivaled period of people actively preparing for apocalyptic millenarian scenarios in the United States of the late 20th and early 21st centuries.  These political scientists are concerned that this mass hysteria could have what they judge to be devastating effects on American political life, ranging from widespread political alienation to escalating lone-wolf terrorism.
 

An escaped convict
12:47PM on March 22, 2012

An escaped convict broke into a house and tied up a young couple who had been sleeping in the bedroom. As soon as he had a chance, the husband turned to his voluptuous young wife, bound-up on the bed in a skimpy nightgown, and whispered,
"Honey, this guy hasn't seen a woman in years. Just cooperate with anything he wants. If he wants to have sex with you, just go along with it and pretend you like it. Our lives depend on it!"
"Dear," the wife hissed, spitting out her gag, "I'm so relieved you feel that way, because he just told me he thinks you have a nice, tight butt!"

 

A husband, one bright sunny morning
12:54PM on March 19, 2012

A husband, one bright sunny morning, turns to his lovely wife, "Wife, we're going fishing this weekend, you, me and the dog."
The wife grimaces, "But I don't like fishing!"
"Look! We're going fishing and that's final."
"Do I have to go fishing with you... I really don't want to go!"
"Right I'll give you three choices... 1 You come fishing with me and the dog... 2 You give me a BLOW JOB.... 3 or you take it up the ass!"
The wife grimaces again, "But I don't want to do any of those things!"
"Wife I've given you three options.. You'll HAVE to do one of them! I'm going to the garage to sort out my fishing tackle, when I come back I expect you to have made up your mind!"
The wife sits and thinks about it.
Twenty minutes later her husband comes back, "Well! What have you decided? FISHING with me and the dog, BLOW JOB, or ass?"
The wife complains some more and finally makes up her mind, "O.K. I'll give you a blow job!"
"Great!" He says and drops his pants. The wife is on her knees doing the business. Suddenly she stops, looks up at her Husband, "Oh! It tastes absolutely disgusting... It tastes all shitty!"
"Yes!" says her husband "The dog didn't want to go fishing either."

An Irish man and a woman
4:45PM on March 09, 2012

An Irish man and a woman had been dating for about a year and their relationship was taking a turn towards getting serious.

The man proposed and she accepted, however she told him that she wanted him to know that her chest was just like a baby's.

He said that he loved her and that her measurements didn't matter to him.

He also told her that his penis was also like a baby.

She said that she loved him and size didn't matter.

Come the day of the wedding and all went well.

That night the happy couple checked into the honeymoon suite at the resort hotel. The blushing bride was in the bathroom putting on a sexy nightie.

Her husband was in the bed waiting.
As she entered the bedroom, she reminded him of her confession about her chest being like a baby.

"Don't worry honey, he said.
She took her nightgown off and her breasts were the smallest he had ever seen.

He said that he was going to get undressed and reminded her of his confession about his penis being like a baby.

As he took his pants off the new bride said, "Good God All Mighty.
I thought you said your penis was like a baby"

"It is," he said, "9 pounds and 19 inches long!"

Two buddies
5:54PM on March 07, 2012

Two buddies were sharing drinks in Murphy's bar while discussing their wives.

"Does your wife ever...well, you know...does she...well, let you do it doggie style?" asked one of the two.

"Well, not exactly," his friend replied, "She's more into the trick dog aspect of it."

"Oh, I see. Kinky stuff, huh?"

"Well, not exactly. Whenever I make a move, she's most likely to roll over and play dead."

Can I smell your pussy?"
5:52PM on March 07, 2012

An Irish man and woman are riding up in an elevator.

The man looks at the woman and says, "Can I smell your pussy?"

She replies, "Hell no!"

The man says, "Well, it must be your feet then."

Neighborhood Butt Fuck part 2
3:46PM on March 04, 2012

Neighborhood Butt Fuck part 2

"Probably inside, straightening up the house," Tom replied, keeping his voice level. He didn't want to scare this guy away.

"If it's OK with you, I'm going to go inside and talk to her for a while," Mark stated. He turned and faced Tom full in the face. "You know, if you're fucking with me, with all of us, we're gonna make you pay. Especially me. If this is all some sick joke, and I walk in there and Angela doesn't know what's going on, I'm gonna get even. And it's not going to be pretty."

Tom started to feel his blood boil, but then calmed himself down. He could see his friend's point. The whole situation was so bizarre, anyone would think it was a joke. What else could it be?

"Look, you just put Mr. Tribbles in the back yard and go in the house through the back deck. I'm going to finish this yard. When you come out, you can either punch me in the face or say 'Thank you very much.'"

As he entered the home's family room, Mark spotted Angela through the doorway, polishing the dining room table. She wore a loose-fitting white halter top which stretched downward and swayed tantalizingly as she bent over the table and rubbed the wood energetically. Her legs were bare, as were her feet, and he imagined she must be wearing a pair of the short shorts she seemed to love.

She didn't look up as he approached the doorway and he got a full view of her stunning breasts, the cleavage like a tunnel leading down to the promised land. With a sheen of perspiration on her face, and her lips pursed in concentration, it was almost like looking at a woman in the middle of a hot round of enthusiastic fucking.

She looked up, startled, "Mark! You about scared me to death! You should know better than to sneak up on a woman with a polishing rag in her hand. You could've ended up polished yourself!" She giggled, but remained in the stretched out position he'd caught her in, almost all of her succulent breasts exposed to him, the nipples barely hidden but announcing their presence by the hard nubs pressing against the thin fabric. And just past that, the buttons on her jean shorts and a couple of worn holes in the denim that could only mean that she wasn't wearing panties, either.

He looked up to see her staring at him and felt his face begin to blush. He was even more embarrassed when she slowly put her elbows on the table, and beckoned him to come closer, for the lecture on manners that would surely be following. "Closer. Closer. Closer," she instructed, like a mother about to deliver a reprimand that could only have any effect if given full in the face. Soon his face was only inches from hers, and he gritted his teeth against the fury that was going to come.

In tightly measured tones she said, "If you would be so kind as to fuck me in the ass, I will do anything, and I mean anything, that you want. Just put your big, fat, hard cock in my tiny, tight, ass!" she added emphatically. She leaned forward, and the kiss when their lips met, was filled with the most desire and longing as any that Mark had ever experienced.

His eyes closed automatically, and he pressed his mouth against hers, cramming his tongue inside even as she tried to do the same to him. He felt her shift in place and suddenly there was fabric draped around his neck. She had pulled her top off over her head and left it hanging on him! He opened his eyes and broke the kiss, thrilled to see her topless before him.

Her tits were even more magnificent than he'd imagined. And much bigger than his wife's. At least a D-cup, if not larger. He watched them sway as she scrambled across the table, sitting on the edge before him. The lust radiated from her like a blazing fire.

"They're 36 double-d," she said, grabbing his hand and placing it on the firm flesh. "I've been thinking about getting them made bigger. What do you think?"

Mark blinked at the question, even as his hands, seemingly of their own volition, reverently touched and caressed her tits. She grabbed his hands and squeezed them hard, until his fingers buried in her mounds. "I like it rough," she growled at him. "Do to me what you can't do to any other woman." She kissed him again, this time even more lecherously than before, and he knew then that she was serious. She would do literally anything to get a cock in her asshole.

"Don't be shy," she whispered, pulling his hand away from her tit and thrusting it down her shorts. Somehow they'd become unzipped, and his fingers brushed her pussy patch before ending up just outside the entrance to her cunt. "Don't you want some of that before you put your big boner in my ass?"

At that, Mark let go of all his inhibitions. This woman, with her big tits and round ass, wanted him, and she wanted him bad. He curled his fingers inside of her pussy, rubbing the full lips and digging deep into the hot, slippery hole.

"Before we do anything, you're gonna suck my cock," he demanded, pulling his face away from her insistent lips. "And take off those shorts. I wanna see all of you."

Angela's face lit up and she nodded obediently, stripping off the shorts and kicking them to the side. Her pussy patch was carefully shaved in a short, thin landing strip, cut close enough so that the normally curly hair was straight. "Wait," he ordered, pleased to see that she froze in place. Grabbing her by the hips, he lifted her onto the table. Her pussy lips looked full and inviting, and he figured that since this might the be the only time he'd get to have her like this, however bizarre the situation, he might as well take advantage of it.

"How do you taste?" he demanded of her. In answer, she dipped her fingers into her cunt, took them out, sniffed them like a wine connoisseur, then tasted them.

"Delicious!" she declared, a wicked smile appearing even as she spread her pussy lips apart and showed him her steaming pink cunt. Mark didn't need any more encouragement, quickly bending forward to lap at her open pussy. She was right. She tasted delicious, without a hint of the fishy taste that some women had.

He'd been at it for several minutes when Angela whispered in his ear, "You can keep going if you want. But don't feel like you need to get me off. I'll cum if you want this way. But I'd rather cum with your big hard cock deep in my ass."

He lifted his head a bit gratefully, because that was exactly what he'd been trying to do: Making her cum before taking his pleasure from her. "There's still one thing you have to do, young lady," he said with a smile, looking meaningfully down at the floor.

Without a word she slid to her knees, quickly undoing his shorts even as he pulled his shirt off. He was already semi-erect, and when her hot mouth enveloped his trembling cock, he felt as though he might explode right then. He knew what he was sticky with pre-cum, but Angela never blinked an eye, just turning to the task at hand and sucking and licking his member with the enthusiasm of a young girl. He was dimly aware of the absurdity of the situation; getting a blowjob from the wife of a friend in their dining room, while said friend was outside cutting the grass. If Tom came in the door, he didn't know what he would do or say. But then Angela began rubbing her tits up and down his shaft, and all those other thoughts faded away.

After relocating to the family room, Mark found himself gazing upon a truly inspiring vista. Angela had bent herself over the arm of the sofa, and he looked down at the sweetest ass he'd ever seen. Her round cheeks had distinct tan lines on them, the pale skin like a target for his spear. Just beyond that, her hips and waist would provide excellent handholds to pull that hot body to him when the time came. He could trace the bumps of her spine almost to her neck, where her long hair splayed across her shoulders. She didn't look back to see what he was waiting for, but just waited obediently for him to initiate the action. He liked that.

He rubbed his cock head up and down her crack, and she moaned gratefully, the sound emanating from deep in her diaphragm. The idea that this might be his one and only chance at this, that he might feel too guilty to return, hovered in the back of his mind. So, despite his lust for the brown puckered anus staring up at him, he slid his rod lower and plunged it into her waiting pussy. They gasped together, he from the intense heat, she from the long-anticipated penetration. She was smooth and liquid, her bare pussy lips rasping on his rod as it moved in and out of her.

He plunged in and out of her, his hands naturally grabbing her hips and pulling her to him with every thrust. He knew he would end up blowing his load all over the inside of her cunt if he kept this up, her pussy was so welcoming and warm. But he hadn't put it all on the line for a simple fuck. He'd come for something more, something tighter and dirtier and forbidden. It was time.

As soon as he withdrew, Angela canted her ass down a little, so he wouldn't have to stand on tiptoes to mount her. Her anus glistened from the cooking oil she'd applied during the walk from the dining room. She was lubed and ready and eager, panting expectantly. He lay the length of his cock inside the valley of her crack, getting some of the slick oil on his cock head. Then, slowly, dramatically, he took hold of himself and pushed his rod in her waiting asshole. Immediately he knew that the risk of coming over here would be worth the reward. Her anus was super tight, barely stretching at all to allow his cock to pierce the outer ring. Best of all, she responded like a hot bitch should, shoving her ass up against his thrust, so that he was balls deep inside her.

Mark paused for a moment to enjoy the sensation and the view, his hard cock keeping this beautiful ass pinned to the sofa. Then he unleashed the animal inside that was raging at the gates and began fucking her ass as hard as he could. Beneath him, Angela moaned and gasped and cried aloud, a torrent of filthy words tumbling from her lips. The slapping of skin on skin echoed through the room, adding a rhythm to their madness. Outside the French doors, Mark could see Tom nonchalantly trimming the grass, as if completely unaware that his wife was being brutally butt fucked just inside the house.

Outside, Tom turned off the trimmer and listened. With all the windows open for the summer, it was easy to hear the slap, slap, slap of two people fucking inside. He smiled at the thought. No matter how well she was getting fucked, he knew that his wife would be eager and ready for more within minutes of Mark spewing a load of cum inside her. He checked on Mr. Tribbles. The dog had finally finished drinking as much of the pool water as it could hold, and was now sleeping on the warm deck. Content that the dog wouldn't be joining him, Tom stripped off his shirt and crocs and plunged into the cool water.

Tom was just toweling off when Mark joined him on the deck. "See ya again soon," Mark said, picking up the leash and attaching it to Mr. Tribbles' collar. "And, thanks, man."

Tom watched thoughtfully as he left, then headed into the house. Angela lay on her side on the floor, her hair plastered to her face and her rump red from the hard punishment she'd taken. It was clear from the lack of jizz on her body that she'd taken his cumshot deep inside her ass.

"So, how was it, my little cum slut?" he asked bemusedly, towering over her. "Is that something you want to do again?"

She smiled up at him, rolled over onto her stomach and began languidly kissing and licking his feet. "Does my lord and master wish to share in my bounty?" she asked seductively. He smiled indulgently, crouching down until his crotch was just inches from her mouth.

"I'll tell you what, my little minx. You can fuck as many guys as you want, as long as I get all the details, and get to watch whenever I want. How's that sound?"

In answer, she reached up and began unbuttoning his wet shorts. He wasn't worried about getting sloppy seconds. He had his mind set on fucking her hot and sweaty tits.

To be continued

CONTROL ME
3:34PM on February 29, 2012

WOULDN'T THIS BE A PERFECT REMOTE, WHICH BUTTON WOULD YOU PRESS IF YOU HAD THIS AND COULD CONTROL ME????????

  

Neighborhood Butt Fuck Part 1
11:47PM on February 28, 2012



Neighborhood Butt Fuck Part 1

the reader: Sometimes it's fun to just explore a story premise without getting too involved in character development and motivations. This is one of those stories.



Tom looked at his wife on the floor next to their bed. She was naked, her skin gleaming in the artificial light. On all fours, her ponderous tits dangled invitingly, and below the broad expanse of her round ass, he could see the tight pucker of her asshole and the full lips of her shaved pussy, ready and waiting for whatever might come their way. Poised above her, like a spider about to inject its prey, a man carefully adjusted his positioning so he could mount her without losing his balance. The appendage between his legs was already thick and hard, the sac behind it ripe and ready to explode.

"Lube," Tom said. It was a statement, not a question. A subtle reminder to the man that he could ravage Angela all he wanted, and all she wanted, but wasn't allowed to hurt her. At least not permanently.

"Two drops," the man grunted, his tone flat. Tom reached between them and carefully let two drops of the viscous fluid drip into the tight crevice of her anus. They used an especially thick lube so it wouldn't get quickly swept away, leaving her vulnerable to raw rubbing. Two drops was enough to ease the penetration, at least at first. That was satisfactory.

His wife looked back at him, anticipation written all over her face. She smiled seductively and nodded back at the man perched above her butt. The movement caused her tits to sway and shudder, and his own dick twitched with desire. It was her tits that first attracted him to her, and her tits that he would fuck later that night. The man could have her ass. He didn't know what he was missing.

The man finally appeared ready to begin. "Pictures? Or movies?" Tom asked, though it had been clear from the man's entrance into the room that he wasn't interested in a porn shoot this night. Still, given the choice of continuing to watch the TV show that had been on when the man first burst into their bedroom, and watching his wife get ass fucked by that big, fat cock, he'd take the latter. And if he was going to do that, he might as well record it all for viewing at a later date.

"Either," the man replied, his voice still flat. He was clearly ready to begin and not in the mood for such frivolities. But, it wouldn't have been good form to completely ignore Tom. He was, after all, providing the use of his wife for the greater good.

Tom grabbed the pro-sumer camera they'd recently purchased. It took excellent close-up pictures in poor lighting, but also took great movies. He could switch back and forth as needed. He was glad he hadn't decided to oil up and jerk off while they fucked in front of him. Then he'd have to wipe all that oil off his hands. No point in getting the camera all slimy.

Without looking back to see if he was ready, the man dipped his body down slightly, until the tip of his cock just filled the crater of her anus. Then he lifted it out, the mushroom head now sparkling with the thick lube that had transferred to it. Tom got a good shot of that, a calm prelude to the violence that was to come.

* * *

Alcohol had been at the heart of it. The imbibing of too much of it. He'd been drunk. Very, very drunk. And so had said far too much.

The bi-weekly poker game had been winding down, with all the guys taking a last break before finishing up the night with one last round of hands. Tom could still see the scene in his head, though who said what was a bit unclear. One of the guys had just finished a particularly raunchy joke about a man assfucking his wife, when "That sounds like my wife" had come completely unbidden from his mouth.

"That sounds like your wife?" someone asked, a bit incredulously. It was here, Tom knew, that he still would've had a chance to salvage it. "No, I said, 'That sounds like your wife,'" would've been a completely acceptable answer. Or, "No, I didn't say anything," would've worked too. But what he answered instead was, "Yeah, that sounds like my wife. She wants to get it in the ass every day. And frankly, I'm getting sick of it."

The room had suddenly gone quiet, with all the guys listening to see just how deep a hole he was going to dig for himself. "Every day?" someone prompted. There was no way they were going to let this tidbit pass unexamined.

"Yeah, every day," he replied morosely. "She's a nympho. Every man's dream, right? Except it's a sickness, and she won't take the drugs, and not going to cheat, so I gotta take care of her needs every day. And every day she wants it in the ass. Every. Day. And toys don't take care of it. It's ev-er-y day. And I don't even like anal all that much." He ran out of breath, his diatribe over for a minute.

"Bullshit!" someone had called out. "There's no such thing as nymphos, right Raj?" They all turned and looked expectantly at Raj Beruj, the M.D. in their little group. Raj was just as drunk as all of them, but he managed to summon up a bit of professional demeanor. He wasn't a psychologist, but he was a general practitioner, and he did occasionally avail himself of the medical journals on sexual maladies and treatments.

"No, it's not bullshit," he pronounced gravely, using his best professional voice. "It's not like in the movies, but there is a segment of the population that does suffer from nymphomania and its symptoms." He was especially proud of himself that he hadn't stumbled over any of the multi-syllable words. "She's been professionally diagnosed, then?"

"Yep. Psychiatrists and medical doctors," Tom answered, not at all caring about who overheard the conversation now.

"And she won't take the medication?" Raj continued the interrogation. It was part of every doctor's trade: keep asking questions until you get to the root of the problem. Even when drunk, that training came through.

"No, she says it makes her tired all the time."

"Yes, I've heard that," Raj replied. He hadn't heard that, but sometimes it was best to just agree with the patient. He was about to ask another question when someone else piped in, "Shit, Tom. If you need some help in that area, I'd be glad to volunteer. My wife hates taking it in the ass!"

The room went totally silent at that. These kinds of conversations didn't happen among men. They'd let Tom go on because, well, he was drunk and it'd be funny to see what he said next. But for someone to confess something about their own wife? It just wasn't done. You could talk about wanting to butt fuck some celebrity, or someone they all knew. You could suggest someone else go fuck themselves. But you didn't reveal something about your own marriage like this. Anyone who'd been sober, though there weren't any in that room, would've felt the conversation teetering on a precipice, like a sled on the edge of hurtling down a snow-covered mountain.

"Mine either. And I could do it every day," Sal the real estate agent piped in. And the whole sled plunged down the mountainside. Jack confessed that his wife would never do it in their house, even when the kids were away. Mark's wife Stephanie, who had one of the most gorgeous butts anyone had ever seen, would only go anal on special occasions, like Mark's birthday or their anniversary. Raj's wife, who was supposed to be more compliant in the Indian culture, had gone American and was exercising her rights to say no. Even Tony had confessed to being less than happy with his access to his wife's ass, though it had taken some harsh prodding to get him to join in the confession. In fact, they'd had to pressure him pretty hard, invoking the 'we've all said something so now you have to' rule in order to get past his strong Italian pride.

They'd gone back to playing cards then, and Tom had good-naturedly taken all their ribbing about being so anal about stacking his chips and washing his hands after playing and putting his fingers in places where they don't belong. And he'd staggered home up a few bucks and giddily happy because of that. Angela was fast asleep when he got home and he was happy he wouldn't have to try and get it up, cuz the alcohol was making his head spin.

The next day was Saturday, thank the lord, and it wasn't until his head stopped throbbing that he remembered what he'd said the night before. He knew right away that he'd have to tell Angela. The rule at poker was "What happens at poker night stays at poker night." But that would only last until some guy would get frustrated at his wife's refusal to have anal sex and blurt out, "Well Angela loves to get it in the ass," and then the wife would demand an explanation and the wives would get hold of it and his wife would be the object of all their scorn and derision.

Tom chose his moment very carefully. They'd had a good day together, doing chores, heading out for some shopping and getting a bite to eat at a neighborhood restaurant. Now they were curled up together on the sofa, in Angela's favorite position to relax and watch TV. He had one hand inside her sleep shirt, where he gently stroked her warm breasts. And his other hand lay in between her legs, so he could gently stroke her wet pussy lips. Her hand, as usual, was nestled inside his sweat pants, cradling his cock and balls almost protectively. It was one of their favorite pre-fucking rituals, and as was the custom, he'd taken a little blue pill to ensure that he stayed hard all night long. He'd even decided in what order he'd fuck all her holes, but not where he'd leave his first cum shot. That always depended on where she begged for it the most.

He pressed his fingers just a little deeper into her pussy, almost but not quite entering her vagina. "Ange," he whispered, his breath soft on her neck, "something happened at poker last night that I have to tell you about."

"Oh, did Melissa finally give you that blowjob you've been dreaming about?" she asked brightly, squeezing his cock tightly.

"No," he laughed softly, "she wants to wait until you can both suck me," he lied. "To finally see who gives a better blowjob."

She licked her lips lasciviously. "Tell the bitch to bring it on. As long as I get to keep the cum."

He pressed his finger deeper into her cunt, imagining the heaven of having two women sucking his cock, each trying to outdo the other. He was tempted then to leave his news for another day, and get on with the hardcore fucking he longed to give the wiggling, sexed up woman in his arms. But, he didn't want to forget and have that come back and haunt him.

"No, my little minx. It wasn't about blowjobs. But it was about sex." He told her the story then, about what he said, or at least what he could remember, and how ashamed he was that he'd told a bunch of relative strangers their bedroom secrets.

Her eyes turned grave and her expression serious as she turned to face him. He braced for the worst, but was surprised by her words, "You know, I'd take them all in the ass, if that's what you wanted. Dear, I know that you don't like anal as much as I do. And that usually you're just doing it to help me keep my condition in check. And I love you for that. But if you wanted to give me to them, I'd do it in a heartbeat. With your permission, of course."

"You don't, you don't have to say that," Tom stammered, taken aback by the seriousness of her offer. "I like what we..."

"No," she interrupted him, "you don't always like it. I've known you for seven years and been married to you for five of them. You like to fuck. But you're a tit man and not an ass man. I've known that from the beginning. So if you want to give me to some other men to satisfy my perverted needs, I'll love you for it." She squeezed his cock hard. "And if you want me to, I'll suck him first." She squeezed again, her fingers pressing around his sac. "And I'll take him in my cunt, so he can get nice and juiced up," she purred. "And then I'll bend over and he can ream my ass with his hard slippery cock, and coat the walls with his cum, and I'll do it all for him because you say it's okay. And I'll take all your poker buddies in the ass, anytime of the day or night, however they want it. That would be sooooo hot!"

With that, she rolled off the sofa, pulled off his sweats and wrapped her lips and tongue around his throbbing cock. While she sucked vigorously at him, his mind swam with images of various guys fucking her in the ass, right in this house, right in this room. And the cum spewing across her face and down her throat and dripping onto her tits. He gasped, brought back to the present, when his wife pushed his legs higher in the air and she put her tongue against his own anus.

"What would my lord and master like me to do next?" she asked seductively, rubbing the tip of her breast along his anus and up against his cock.

The lord and master game. That was one of his favorites. He spied the dining room table in the other room and all of his previous plans went up in smoke. Bending her over, fucking her holes, slamming into her violently, that was looking very good right now. And maybe he'd leave the lights on so the neighbors could see their silhouettes as he raped his wife in the ass.

* * *

The next poker game was worse than the last, as the guys all had two weeks to save up some jokes and ribbing. Jokes about one in the pink and two in the stink flew around the table, and Mark even found time in his busy day to have two special cupcakes made: one that looked like a woman's ass and one with a licorice stick cock. When he pushed one into the other, the whole table erupted in raucous laughter.

Tom took it all until he could take no more. "All right, funny boy," he snarled at Mark, when the room finally calmed down a bit. "It's time for you to put up or shut up. I told Angela about your little offer, and she thinks it's a good idea. So whatcha gonna do about it now, funny boy?" he challenged.

"You... you told Ange about it?" Mark stuttered as the room grew suddenly quiet. "But what happens in this room..."

"Stays in this room," Tom finished for him. "Yeah, I know the rules. But I've been married long enough to know not to leave my wife hanging out in the wind. All it would take is one wrong remark from you bozos and Ange would be getting all kinds of weird phone calls with no idea what was going on." He paused to stare down each of them in order. "Besides, she thinks it's a good idea. So, is anyone ready to man up and take her up on her offer?"

The silence continued. "Yeah, that's what I thought," Tom said, turning his attention back to the cards in his hand. There were no more jokes that night.

* * *

The cock continued to press insistently against his wife's tight anal ring. Iron hard rod versus small ring of tight muscle? Tom didn't need to be a scientist to know what would win. He steadied the camera and got ready to record the ultimate penetration. He didn't have to wait long, as the man leaned his weight down, forcefully pressing his cock into Angela's ass. She had reached back to spread open her ass cheeks, and Tom got an exquisite shot of the mushroom head disappearing into his wife's barely lubed anus.

Angela moaned, deep and low in her throat, then pressed her ass upwards, as if to give the man an even better target for his lance. So encouraged, the man slowly pushed his cock deep into her channel, her asshole tightly constricting every inch of him as he passed inside her. Finally his balls smacked tight against her ass, the whole eight-inch length of him buried inside her. Tom wondered whether the man could feel any walls with the tip of his cock, the way Tom could when he fisted his wife. Probably not, he decided. Her bowels were not built to the same specifications as her vagina.

Tom knew what would happen next before it even began. Sure enough, the man pulled all the way up and out of his wife's ass, making her gasp, before placing his cock back into position to slowly penetrate her anus again. He'd do that 10 or 20 more times, apparently getting as much pleasure from conquering her ass over and over as he did from actually fucking it. This time he pulled out after each of 11 strokes, before burying himself inside her and beginning to fuck her with real intent.

This is what Tom had been waiting to see. Not only did he like to see another man's cock pistoning in and out of his wife's ass, but he also liked to watch what the violent attention did to the rest of her body. The way her entire being instinctively tensed against the unnatural invasion. The moans, mewling and gasps she cried out as the man's repeated penetration pushed her to greater levels of pleasure. And the mesmerizing flopping and flapping of her big tits, as the action at the rear of her vibrated through her core to be seen in the erotic motions of her breasts, dangling, shuddering, slapping and bouncing.

Tom turned his attention back to the dick that was now rapidly fucking his wife's ass. She was loose enough now that her anus no longer caught on the cock ridges as it slid in and out of her. If he pulled out now, she'd be gaping open. But this particular man wasn't turned on by looking into a wide open asshole. He was much more concerned with simply fucking the living daylights out of her.

When he fucked her in the ass, Tom only rarely used the doggy position. He preferred to put her face up on the sofa, her legs cocked up and out of the way, so he could have free access to both her fuck holes. He liked how her anus stayed tighter for longer, and how easy it was to dip his dick into her cunt whenever he needed some extra lubrication. If the man ever felt the inclination to change holes right now, Tom knew that he'd find his wife's pussy to be flooded with molten hot pussy juice. Hot enough to tempt even the most dedicated ass man to spend some time banging her cunt.

But rather than trying to make it last, the man turned his jackhammer onto high, pounding at her ass with a evil ferocity that threatened to push her straight over. Then, suddenly, when it seemed inevitable that her bowels would be coated with a thick stream of scorching cum, the man pulled out, his cock sparkling in the light. Quickly, without waiting for the order, his wife spun around on her knees and faced the man, his cock just inches from her face.

"Kiss my balls, you fucking cunt slut bitch!" he commanded, his voice growling with menace.

Quickly she leaned forward to comply, kissing his ball sac with the same heady passion she'd kissed her husband only hours before. "Harder! Faster! Lick it! Suck it! Cunt! Whore! Slit! Ass whore!" The orders and insults rained down on her, each one seemingly fueling her motivation to perform better, faster and more passionately. Ferociously she sucked and licked his throbbing cock, coating it with her dripping saliva. She held her breath as he grabbed the back of her head and forced her to deep throat him, spit dripping onto her tits when he finally pulled out. Again and again he crammed his cock into her throat, sometimes pinching her nose shut so she couldn't breath, only releasing her head when she gargled her frantic pleas against the shaft of his cock.

"If you want this cock in your ass again, you know what to do!" he snarled at her as she knelt quivering and sniffling before him. Without even a single glance at Tom, she dropped her torso to the floor and began desperately kissing and licking and worshipping the man's feet, her husband just inches away and completely forgotten.

* * *

Tom was preparing to cut the grass when Mark appeared, his ancient Yorkie dog trailing disconsolately behind him. Tom knew something was up, because Mark lived several streets away and to Tom's knowledge, had never, ever walked the dog this far before. Heck, the thing was on its last legs and could barely walk around its backyard.

They talked for a few minutes about sports and the local high school teams before Mark got to the point. "Is Angela around?"

Web Stalkers
6:23PM on February 26, 2012

At its mildest, a stalker is simply a troll that has attached itself to an individual. At worst, boring, at best, flattering. Find out about trolls. But a stalker can be a serious predator, using the Internet to pursue a real or imagined vendetta, or other perverted agenda. Risk assessment is an essential first step.
In virtually every case, the first line of defence is to do nothing; simply treat it as a troll and ignore it - most will go away fairly quickly. remember, these creatures are a form of troll; if they fail to get rapid feedback, their inclination is to move on- they usually have neither the stamina nor the intelligence for a difficult situation.

What Is A Troll?
The term derives from "trolling", a style of fishing which involves trailing bait through a likely spot hoping for a bite. The troll posts a message, often in response to an honest question, that is intended to upset, disrupt or simply insult the group.

Usually, it will fail, as the troll rarely bothers to match the tone or style of the group, and usually its ignorance shows.



By definition, a stalker is a coward, like all bullies, like all who attack from behind, or in the dark. Be sure to mention this in every attack.


Stalkers make it personal - You make it impersonal. Minimize any private response you make; maximize every public response.


 

Risk factors for Internet addiction and computer addiction
1:40AM on February 25, 2012

Risk factors for Internet addiction and computer addiction
You are at greater risk of Internet addiction if:

You suffer from anxiety. You may use the Internet to distract yourself from your worries and fears. An anxiety disorder like obsessive-compulsive disorder may also contribute to excessive email checking and compulsive Internet use.

You are depressed. The Internet can be an escape from feelings of depression, but too much time online can make things worse. Internet addiction further contributes to stress, isolation and loneliness
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You have any other addictions. Many Internet addicts suffer from other addictions, such as drugs, alcohol, gambling, and sex.

You lack social support. Internet addicts often use social networking sites, instant messaging, or online gaming as a safe way of establishing new relationships and more confidently relating to others.

Youre an unhappy, a swag jacker, hater etc.... You might be wondering where you fit in and the Internet could feel more comfortable than real-life friends.

You are less mobile or socially active than you once were put that 5th plate down. For example, you may be coping with a new disability that limits your ability to drive. Or you may be parenting very young children, which can make it hard to leave the house or connect with old friends.

You are stressed. While some people use the Internet to relieve stress, it can have a counterproductive effect. The longer you spend online, the higher your stress levels will be

How do people become addicted to the Internet?
8:05AM on February 24, 2012


How do people become addicted to the Internet?
To relieve unpleasant and overwhelming feelings
Many people turn to the Internet in order to manage unpleasant feelings such as stress, loneliness, depression, and anxiety. When you have a bad day and are looking for a way to escape your problems or to quickly relieve stress or self-soothe, the Internet can be an easily accessible outlet. Losing yourself online can temporarily make feelings such as loneliness, stress, anxiety, depression, and boredom evaporate into thin air. As much comfort as the Internet can provide, though, its important to remember that there are healthier (and more effective) ways to keep difficult feelings in check. These may include exercising, meditating, using sensory relaxation strategies, and practicing simple breathing exercises.

For many people, an important aspect of overcoming Internet and computer addiction is to find alternate ways to handle these difficult feelings. Even when your Internet use is back to healthy levels, the painful and unpleasant feelings that may have prompted you to engage in unhealthy Internet use in the past will remain. So, its worth spending some time thinking about the different ways you intend to deal with stressful situations and the daily irritations that would normally have you logging on

Internet addiction: Cyber-relationships
11:50AM on February 22, 2012




    When used responsibly, the Internet can be a great place to interact socially, meet new people, and even start romantic relationships. However, online relationships can often be more intense than those in real life. Our fantasies are given free reign and the idea of being with our online love can exceed all realistic expectations. Since few real-life relationships can compete with these wild, fantasy relationships, the Internet addict will prefer to spend more and more time with their online friends.

Another problem is that about 50% of people online lie about their age, weight, job, marital status, or gender. When online friends meet and the real-life person fails to match the online persona, it can create profound emotional disappointment.

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shine
10:29AM on January 24, 2012

T.D Jakes said:   "Just because no one has been fortunate enough to realize what a gold mine you are, doesn't mean you shine any less'. Never allow someone to be your PRIORITY, while allowing yourself to be their OPTION