Honestly... I dont give a fuck about my wife i tell her what. bs she wants to hear with no intention of doing it (stop cheating/work so she doesn't have to support me) just to shut her up so i can use her to bust a nut that's built up from watching porn all day even though she can't get me off most times so i usually have to resort to getting myself off busting all over her like the worthless whore deserves and shes surprised that i have to make online profiles to meet local birches! Fat fucking cunt. Cant wait till i find someone else that can actually get me off so i don't have to always use porn and do it myself
"im hot, your not" wtf kinda sister are you? stealin my man n giving me that pathetic excuse
I dont believe 2017 years ago a girl got magically pregnant, even if her husband and she said it was true, why people were so stupid to believe it even to these days.
This is one of my most far out, but intense, fantasies. I'm at work, when lunchtime comes around. My wife and I are excited that payday is coming up and we have plans to have a night out. So, at lunch I give her a call before eating. We talk for a few minutes about our plans and I get off of the phone. I step outside to enjoy my meal on a nice sunny day. As I sit down, I see a van with tinted windows pull up, quickly. A couple of men jump out, grab me, and blindfold me. They take me to a secret house, in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly, as they're pulling me out of the vehicle, everything goes dark. I have flashes of what's going on as the sedatives get weak. I'm in some sort of dimly lit medical lab and I can see men around me. I catch part of what they're saying. I hear one man say something about large breasts and another one chimes in saying "she" can handle bigger. Since I'm male, I think there's no way they could be talking about me. At that moment, everything grow dark, once again. I wake up feeling very different. My chest feels sore and... heavy. I notice that lips feel fairly swollen, too. It's then I realize I was the "she" they were talking about! I've been transformed into a woman, with big lips, and massive breasts. I look down, and see just beyond my insanely short skirt, they didn't change all of me. Without warning, the men burst through the door, and come at me like a lion attacking its prey. They strip me naked and force me to serve every one of them. They use me like their own personal bimbo sex toy for the rest of my life and I learn to love every moment of it...
welcome to the world of the wild, weird and targeted... i hope the good people survive the experience.
31, cock-addicted, feminine sissy, in Vancouver, Washington. I've been thinking about this for years and have decided it's time. The only thing I want from life is to get men off and to be used for sex. I'm in a loveless marriage with a woman, but willing to leave everything to dedicate my life to getting you (and/or your friends, as well) off. Your looks and age don't matter to me, as long as you're willing to take and use me however you want. Let's talk if you're looking for a life-long sex slave. We can move the conversation somewhere more private, if you'd prefer.
My partner got to fuck a straight friend of ours and I didn't make it home from work in time to join. Now he's back with his wife. I'm so jealous!
I can't hear anything about Facebook and cheating. I immediately get sick to my stomach and old feelings start bubbling up. Because my ex. The fucking piece of shit. I wish the worst for him.
When I masturbate, I always think of girls who I know, but never of my girlfriend, because the probability of having sex with the other girls is higher than having it with my girlfriend. I don't mean that I'd cheat, but my gf doesn't want sex - so we just don't have any. Last time we fucked was about half a year ago and at this point I can't even think about sex with her without getting sad and frustrated.
When my boyfriend is drunk, he is a little too close to other girls. He touches them more than what seems to be appropriate, he says things like "you're really beautiful", and the next day he never remembers. I am afraid that, when I am not present, he might cheat and then forget about it. Or that I might even be present and have him cheating right in front of me. Plus, when you're drunk, you usually do what you'd also like to do sober but don't have the guts to do, right? I don't know what to make of this. I am usually not the jealous type but it worries me.