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I think not seeing who is inloading in me requires a certain trust and puts me out of my comfort zone. But there is something to be said for looking at a guy whose face says, "I love breeding sluts"; or "what a fine and filthy piece of ass"; or intense eye contact while I feel the intensity of the spasms my hole ." Then I fantasize about the volume of squirts. Is it milky or creamy? Wonder how it tastes

Will be a Mare at Mount held at Parlimament House July 25/26th will have a rm ass up door open in between come mount me !

I would much prefer cruising or anything other than a glory hole. I mean, like, I have done glory holes when asked to like at a party or in a dark room. But, really, I like seeing my man and having interaction and ear holding and face/throat fucking. A glory hole is just so slutty though, just a whore hole, which I can see that appeal.

I’m 14, 6, 2, and 7!

In my sons school…

A, but all your stories are hot!

I remember too. Playing with my dick when all of a sudden this white thick fluid started shooting out. I was a naive 13 year old who had no idea about semen. Got my T shirt soaked and I'll never forget the scent. I was mortified and thought I'd never do it again but a few hours later I was cumming again

I love giving my ass to way older men, 65, 75 ,85. I love old daddies and grandpa's breeding me. That's all I look for now.

My hole:

Young Indian men are such a turn on as they are generally very hairy. I love the contrast between the boyish face and body and the hairy chest, pubes and ass. Growing up I had no exposure to Indian men, but once I was at university I saw many and fucked many.

at a bar, gym shower, park....or a coffee shop....

I remember it so well as I thought it was such a big deal. The summer between 7th and 8th grade, 11 years old. I wasn't sexually aware but it was the first body change I ever experienced. Along with pubic hair, my genitals started to grow and my voice began to deepen. . it wasn't until 1-1/2 years later that I had an orgasm and ejaculated.

Fuck! Can't wait for the next chapter.

It sounds hot, however, I can’t see the connection between the bar dingy and all guests being over 50.

Hello beautiful, I’m not going to lie to you, buddy—my days are getting packed and it’s still pretty hard to balance everything. Let’s break it down. To work 8 hours a day and try to get that elusive 8 hours of sleep, I pretty much only have 5 hours of free time left, accounting for things like commute, traffic, eating, showering, etc. These 5 hours are spread like this: 1. Gym 2. Journaling 3. Piano practice 4. Singing practice 5. Walking The list above is also the order I’d rank them in, from most to least important, and walking feels so much like a luxury these days. It’s important because it’s self-care—I walk to untangle the thoughts in my mind, and it’s very calming too. But so is writing to you every night. That’s what my Monday to Friday looks like. Weekends are a bit more flexible; these days, I usually just spend that time practicing piano or singing—and, of course, our favorite thing in the world, which is napping, hehe. Johnny has also been sending us more messages lately, which is weird because he doesn’t usually do that. We scheduled a phone call recently that he flaked on, so I think this is his way of smoothing out the friendship, which I’m not sure how I feel about. I noticed that I’ve been replying to him about once a day out of politeness. The text is still warm, though, but the energy isn’t there. And then that made me think about how Phil has been texting me lately—once a day—and it suddenly made me realize that he might have been doing it out of politeness too. Sometimes, he might just pop in to say hi, but that’s pretty much it. There’s definitely nothing more beyond that, I don’t think. And it wasn’t until I was in his shoes that I realized what’s actually happening. So, what am I going to do? Nothing much, really. Just meet him with warmth and kindness when I see him, but not pour too much of myself into the relationship if it isn’t mutual. Relationships between friends are dynamic, and I can’t force a bond to happen if it doesn’t want to. One day, I’ll meet someone amazing, and things are going to feel easy with the connection. That’s when I’ll know I should pour more of myself in. But I haven’t met that person yet. One last thing. Mum was singing today and I’ve been longing to do two things: listen to her sing, and give her a hug. I did both of those things today. I grabbed my gym bag and stopped myself when she was singing karaoke, just to sit there and listen to her sing. I didn’t look at my phone or anything. One day, she won’t be here anymore, and I’ll miss her singing more than anything—I just know it. So I sat there and absorbed the moment. Afterwards, she asked if I wanted to sing and I said no, and she was surprised because she thought the only reason I stayed was to sing afterwards. She was happy that I witnessed her performance, and we hugged. We should hug our mum more often, buddy. Love you always. Chat soon xx

This is the fuck fest I neeeeeed to be in!

I was in ICU with a fulminant case of Hep B about 24 years ago. I am not a carrier, and fully recovered. My wife tested positive for HSV while pregnant with my youngest. But we are both asymptomatic. I have anal HPV, which gives my tight little pussy "lips." I have been with well over 300 people, including people who have been with thousands. Sometimes having been with four or five before me. I can count the few times I have used a condom. I would imagine that the odds of me coming into contact with other STIs have to be astronomical. So, am I immune? Or just asymptomatic? Still haven't contracted HIV either, somehow.

Any guys hosting near Montréal road vanier am looking to meet and play anything

Also, ”In the dunes of the Cape.” A ‘70s reference for those who don’t know.

Very hot

Does it have a name?

Thanks Chunkychains, you have written us yet another great story. Hope you continue writing these amazing stories🙂

I was an escort/masseur in LA for about 8 years. I did very well for myself but after the 2008 crash, it became harder to make decent money on a regular basis. I just depended on regular clients at that point in time. Everything runs it's course. Looking back, I don't regret it cuz I chose to do it. There's no point in regretting it. My favorite quote about being a whore is from the movie "Showgirls".