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I just saw the post from 9/3 — and completely agree. I feel so much more normal having discovered this excellent community of gender-blind kinks. Also, you claim that I won’t like all your content, but so far… apparently our interests are well aligned. Thanks again.

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2019

You’re quite welcome.  I know this sounds cheesy as all hell, but it warms my heart when I hear I have created a safe space for people to be turned on.

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    Vacation, all I ever wanted…

    Sunday, January 13th, 2019

    Have fun and stay naughty.

    OK cats and kittens, it’s time for me to get the fuck out of town and relax.  I’ve queued up a metric ton of fabulous content for you all while I am gone, but don’t be offended if I am non-responsive for the next week or so.  I promise I will get to all of your questions and submissions as soon as I get back from my vacation.  Hell, maybe I’ll even have a story or two for you upon my return.

    ~AE

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      converse88: wivesinthebuff: She’s fucking hot as all…

      Sunday, December 30th, 2018

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      Wow.

      She’s fucking hot as all hell.

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        fotofl65606: kiley fox Wait….. What in the hell is that…

        Tuesday, December 4th, 2018

        kiley fox

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        Wait….. What in the hell is that next to her feet?

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          Daily #PORN #FAIL.  What happens when you put an Iragi girl, a…

          Wednesday, November 21st, 2018

          Daily #PORN #FAIL.  What happens when you put an Iragi girl, a fat guy shooting porn in his moms basement, and a girl who looks like she was born out of her mothers anus all together in the same reel?  You guessed it, the DAILY PORN FAIL.  I think we can all agree that most porn has gone to the shitter (pun intended) but this sequence of video-hell is taking the industry to new heights.  Press play, you won’t believe your eyes. 

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            Fucking hell yes…

            Saturday, November 17th, 2018

            Fucking hell yes…

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              nude-wives-and-girlfriends-naked: agedwoman: Hell what a sexy…

              Saturday, November 10th, 2018

              Hell what a sexy Babe

              I love tumblr babes too!

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                Treating her right.

                Saturday, November 3rd, 2018

                Sharon checked her watch, sighing tiredly as she
                realized that once again she had worked for more than
                twelve hours. That made the eighth straight day. She
                shoved back her long, thick brown hair and briefly lay
                her head back against the chair.

                She sighed and closed her eyes, wishing the McGinty
                proposal was done so she could get back to her more
                normal ten hour days. Life was hell for an associate
                who wanted to be a partner with the city’s biggest,
                richest law firm.

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                You worked your ass off in school, pulling all nighters
                to get good marks, and then, after the briefest of
                celebrations you became a slave to some law firm. You
                worked your ass off again, brown nosing, doing favors,
                trying to outmaneuver the other associates.

                All for the gold ring.

                The average payout for a partner in this firm was a
                million bucks a year. That was worth working her ass off
                for.

                She stretched her arms high above her head, arching her
                back as she yawned deeply, then got up and padded across
                the carpet and out to the front where the coffee machine
                steamed nicely, the smell delicious.

                Her body ached from the constant typing at the machine
                and the constant flipping of pages as she checked over
                facts in her legal books. She rubbed her back, turning
                and stretching again.

                Speaking of working her ass off…

                She ran her hand down over her buttocks, giving a brief
                smile.

                She hadn’t had time for her regular workouts lately.
                She’d always managed to make time for that while in
                college, no matter how busy she was. Still, her ass,
                though she hadn’t worked it off, didn’t seem to have
                expanded any from lack of attention.

                She was still slim and trim, perhaps too slim, for she’d
                missed more than a few meals as well as workouts. She
                poured herself a coffee and padded back into her office,
                her socks making no noise on the thick carpet.

                She put the mug down on her desk and ran a hand across
                her stomach. It was still firm and trim, though that
                wouldn’t last if she didn’t star her workouts again. She
                sat down, yawning and stretching again, arching her
                back.

                Her breasts pushed out hard against the fabric of her
                silk shirt. God, she felt tired. She got up and closed
                the office door, then sat down again, unbuttoning the
                first three buttons of her blouse.

                This was a conservative and sexist outfit, so it didn’t
                do well for a girl who wanted t make partner to
                emphasize her breasts, not unless she wanted to screw
                one of the partners. Sharon wore jackets almost all the
                time, and tighter than normal shirts to pull her breasts
                in.

                It wasn’t that she was huge, but her thirty 36Cs were
                more than ample for her slender frame, so she did her
                best to tone them down. Men didn’t take busty women
                seriously, not the men here at any rate.

                She felt much more comfortable with the shirt
                unbuttoned. She leaned forward and got back to work.

                Another hour passed and her eyes got too tired to focus.
                With just a little work left to do she decided to take a
                brief rest. She lay her head back against her executive
                chair again and closed her eyes.

                She woke with a start, blinking her eyes rapidly.
                Feeling a little dizzy she pulled her head forward and
                held it in her hands for a moment, then looked at her
                watch again. It was two in the morning.

                “Shit,” she said.

                She had a meeting at seven.

                She briefly considered sleeping here for a few hours,
                then rejected it. While her white pants and navy blue
                double breasted jacket made her look nice, wearing the
                same outfit two days running would give rise to rumors
                that she’d spent the night at somebody’s house.

                Cursing angrily she got to her feet, doing up her blouse
                as she slid her feet into her shoes. She pulled her suit
                jacket off the back of the chair and shrugged it on.

                She gathered up some papers she might have time to
                glance over at street lights or something, then hurried
                out the door.

                Right away she felt the stuffy atmosphere. The air-
                conditioning must have been turned off hours ago. The
                rest of the floor was empty, of course. The whole
                building was probably empty. She took the elevator down
                to the garage, yawning and shaking her head to keep
                awake.

                The doors opened and she went out into the garage.
                Normally very brightly lit, there were only a few lights
                scattered around the empty, cavernous garage. Hers was
                not the only car there, though she was willing to bet
                the rest of them were parked for the night, their owners
                long gone.

                She strode quickly towards her waiting Mercedes, then
                bent and tried to fit the key into the lock. She cursed
                and set her briefcase down, then bent over and tried to
                focus her tired eyes on the keyhole.

                She heard a noise and started to straighten. Suddenly an
                arm slid around her throat and she was crushed back
                against another body. She tried to scream but her throat
                was crushed in the tight grip and no air would come out.

                She squirmed and thrashed desperately, trying to escape
                whoever had her. She kicked and tried to reach back to
                claw at them, but was flung hard into the side of her
                car. The body behind slammed into her, crushing her
                against the car as the arm tightened still further
                around her throat.

                She felt dizzy, her head faint. A sharp knife was
                suddenly pressed against her cheek under her eye. She
                froze in terror, not moving even when the arm loosened
                and she was able to breathe.

                “Don’t move, bitch,” the voice hissed, low and evil
                sounding. “You give me any trouble and I’ll carve up
                your face so bad you’ll only be able to work in the
                circus. You understand?”

                She swallowed, or tried to. Her mouth was desert dry.

                She felt her hair grabbed tightly and her head shaken
                like a rat.

                “Understand, whore?”

                “Y-yes!” she gasped.

                The hand stayed in her hair as the knife slid across her
                face, caressing her with it’s cold steel. Sharon didn’t
                dare move as it slid down along her throat, then down
                along her chest and finally went around behind her.

                She was pulled away from the door of her car, shuffling
                with difficulty as the man continued to keep her pulled
                tightly against his body. They moved down towards the
                trunk and then he shoved her forward hard.

                She flung her hands up just in time to prevent her face
                from smashing into the trunk as she was forced across
                the car, her knees hitting the side with a dull thump.

                “You move and I’ll cut you,” the voice warned again. “I
                don’t want you to move one fucking inch unless I tell
                you to. Understand?”

                The knife blade slid under her hair combing it back on
                the right.

                “Y-yes! I understand!” she moaned.

                Then she gasped as she felt a hand between her legs,
                squeezing her pussy, kneading the flesh through her thin
                white pants.

                “I want your money and valuables,” he hissed in a cold
                voice.

                “In… in my jacket pocket,” she whispered, “Right
                side.”

                The hand left her groin and slid into her pocket,
                emerging with her wallet. Her face was pressed against
                the trunk and she kept it there, afraid to move.

                The wallet was tossed onto the trunk beside her,
                bouncing off.

                “So, Sharon, honey, this all the money you got?”

                “It’s all I have on me,” she gasped.

                “Let me see your right hand.”

                She started to straighten and his hand shoved down hard
                on her back, slamming her back into the hood of the
                trunk.

                “I didn’t tell you to get up you dumb cunt!” he snarled.

                “I’m sorry! Sorry!”

                She put her right hand back and he unfastened her Rolex,
                taking it off.

                “Nice,” he said.

                Then his hand squeezed her crotch again. “This is nice
                too,”

                he sneered.

                He bent over her. She could feel his breath on the back
                of her neck but was too frightened to turn around.

                “You know, they say that women sit on their most
                valuable asset,” he hissed in a hateful voice.

                She closed her eyes and shuddered, painfully aware of
                how exposed she was, bent over like this with her legs
                apart. His foot shoved them even further, and his hand
                rubbed at her crotch.

                Then she felt what could only be the knife blade sliding
                up and down the seam of her pants between her buttocks.
                With a deft movement, the man sliced through the seam
                and cut upwards several inches, not touching her body.

                Then his fingers gripped slid into the hole and ripped
                it wide open, exposing her panties.

                “Please,” she whimpered.

                “Shut up, whore,” he hissed.

                He gripped the crotch of her panties and then slid his
                finger under them, rubbing her pussy. She moaned weakly,
                stiff with fear. The knife slid in under the crotch.
                She felt the cold steel of it against her cunt. She
                thought he was going to cut her panties, but then the
                knife went away and he slid his fingers again. He
                gripped the crotch and yanked it back, ripping her
                underwear right off.

                He tore her pants further open, exposing her entire ass
                and the soft furry brown mound beneath it.

                “Now that’s worth a lot of money,” he sniggered, his
                hand rubbing at her cunt again. “I could get a fortune
                if I sold this.”

                She blushed furiously, mortified to have a strange man
                viewing her like this.

                The knife was back. It was gliding across her buttocks,
                the flat of knife cold on her warm skin. He slid it
                round and round her buttocks, then down between her
                legs, again rubbing the cold flat back and forth over
                her pussy lips.

                He took it away, and then it was next to her face. It
                wasn’t a normal knife she saw, for it was very long, and
                had the look of some sort of military weapon.

                “I wonder if your cunt can hold this? You think it can,
                baby? Think I can sheath this inside you?” He took it
                away and she felt the point edging into her cunt.

                She shivered and he snickered. “Better hold still,
                honey, or I’ll cut your cunt open so big an elephant
                could fuck you without touching the sides.”

                The cold steel dipped into her cunt again, sliding
                easily between her cunt lips. She fought to keep herself
                still as the cold made her lips tingle.

                “Don’t,” she gasped. “Don’t!”

                “No? … Maybe you’d like something else in there
                instead?”

                “Yes. Yes, fuck me!” she gasped. “Fuck me with your
                cock!”

                “Why you dirty little slut,” he sniffed, sounding
                offended.

                “You want me to stick my nice clean cock up your dirty
                little pussy?”

                “Y-yes! Please put it in me!” Anything but the knife.

                “You want it, whore?!”

                “Yes PLEASE!” she gulped.

                “You want it up your dirty cunt-pipe?”

                “Yes! Please. Fuck my dirty cunt-pipe!” She bit her lip
                to hold back tears of nausea at having to degrade
                herself further, at having to say the filthy vile words,
                but she was too terrified to do anything else.

                “I don’t think so. I think your cunt is too dirty for my
                nice clean cock. Maybe you’d like it up the ass
                instead.”

                She closed her eyes in resignation and misery.

                “Is that it, whore? Would you like one up the asshole?”

                “Yes,” she gulped. “Whatever you want. Just don’t hurt
                me.”

                “Hurt you? Why would I want to hurt a nice piece of ass
                like you?”

                She felt his fingers prying at her pussy and she gasped
                in pain as they thrust into her, wriggling and jerking
                from side to side like he was forcing them into a too
                tight glove. They pushed into her to the knuckles and
                wiggled around in her tight tube.

                “Nice and hot in there,” he sighed.

                She felt pressure against her anus then, hard pressure
                as another finger probed at the entrance, then thrust
                into her. She groaned in pain for it was very thick and
                she realized it must be his thumb. His other hand was
                resting on the back of her head as he shoved his thumb
                up her ass top the knuckle.

                He squeezed the fingers and thumb together, snickering
                in amusement as he used them to grip her tightly and
                pull her ass up and down, back and forth and from side
                to side.

                “Beg for it, baby,” he said, laughing at her.

                “Please fuck me,” she sobbed. “Fuck my ass! Fuck me in
                the cunt! I don’t care!”

                “Maybe I’ll do both.”

                Her chest was heaving, the adrenalin rushing through her
                overheated body. She was still in terror, her nerves on
                edge, waiting.

                His fingers moved her ass around, making it grind around
                in lewd, obscene movements as he stood there and
                snickered at her.

                They pulled out, and both his hands were on her thighs,
                pulling them wide, holding them tight. She felt
                something touching her pussy and realized it was his
                tongue. Her eyes opened wide in shock and then she
                groaned and let them close again.

                His tongue slid up and down her pussy mound, stroking
                back and forth along the slit. His fingers pried the
                soft elastic tissue aside to reveal her pink inner
                flesh, gleaming and warm. His tongue slid up and down
                it, pressing hard, dipping inside her.

                He pulled her pussy lips wide and his tongue fucked her
                pussy hold, dipping in and out, in and out, swirling
                around and twisting inside her cunt entrance. It slid
                down onto her clit and his lips closed around it as he
                began to suck.

                Sharon was astonished and then bewildered. How insane
                this was, she thought. It was impossible to believe that
                she was actually bent over her car in the garage with
                the seat of her pants torn open and a man eating her
                out.

                It’s a dream, she thought. it must be a dream. I’m still
                back in my office asleep at my desk. Soon I’ll wake up
                and realize that working out and food aren’t the only
                things I’ve been doing without. It’s been months since
                I’ve had a good fuck and my body is telling me to get
                with it.

                She dug her fingernails into her palm, hoping that would
                wake her up, but it didn’t. She was still here, and
                could feel her pussy lips being pulled open so the man’s
                tongue and lips could get at her better.

                Her cunt was dripping wet with saliva as his tongue
                slurped and sucked on her. He seemed to be in no hurry
                whatsoever, and minute after minute went by as he
                continued to gnaw and slurp and lick at her cunt. Sharon
                was astounded. Surely he was crazy, she thought.

                Yet still he knelt, the sounds of his wet slurping and
                licking loud in the empty garage.

                I don’t believe this, she groaned to herself. It has to
                be a dream, a dirty, erotic dream.

                Erotic?

                This wasn’t erotic at all. This was horrifying.

                She thought about what her friends would say if she told
                them she’d been accosted in the garage, bent over her
                car and eaten out.

                “Send him to me next,” was probably what they’d say.

                Her fear began to subside as the minutes ticked away.
                She didn’t think she was in immediate danger of being
                killed by this crazy bastard. She wished she dared turn
                around but wasn’t willing to risk it. All she could do
                was feel what his tongue was doing.

                His technique was excellent, she admitted to herself.
                His tongue was long too, and the way his lips sucked on
                her clit was sending hot flashes through her loins even
                now.

                That realization made her eyes jerk open again. Surely
                she wasn’t enjoying this! She’d like to kill the rotten
                fucking bastard! She hated his miserable, stinking,
                filthy rotten guts and would gladly blow them out if she
                only had a gun!

                But it did… it did feel good, dammit!

                His nose was grinding over her clit as his tongue drove
                deep into her hole. His hands had moved upwards off her
                thighs and were stroking and squeezing her naked ass
                flesh, kneading it like soft dough.

                I must be insane, she thought. I’m being raped and I’m
                liking it!

                But it had been months since she’d had time for a good
                fucking, more than a week since she’d even found time to
                masturbate, and she was exhausted from too many long
                hard days and too little sleep. Her resistance was at a
                low point, and his tongue felt SO good.

                She felt her muscles slowly relaxing all over her body,
                felt the wire-taut tension in her muscles ease as a warm
                bubbling fire burned away at her pussy. She groaned as
                he thrust his fingers back inside her and pumped them
                slowly in and out, his tongue wriggling against her
                clit.

                She realized suddenly that her ass was grinding around
                in circles again, only now it wasn’t him that was doing
                it, she was doing it on her own. She groaned aloud then
                and then gasped as he thrust a third finger inside her
                and drove them deep.

                “Want it baby?”

                “Ooohhhhhhhhh,” she moaned.

                “You want a fuck?”

                She didn’t answer, gasping and swallowing repeatedly.

                He thrust his fingers in hard and she grunted, her body
                jerking against the car. He pulled his fingers back half
                way out and continued to lick her clit.

                She shoved her ass back, impaling herself on his
                fingers, mortified at her behavior as she heard him
                chuckle in amusement.

                “Hot little lawyer slut needs some meat, does she? Beg
                for it and it’s yours, honey. Beg for it, Sharon.”

                “Fu…fu…fuck me,” she whispered.

                “I didn’t hear you, Sharon honey.”

                “F-fuck… fuck me,” she said, slightly louder.

                “Beg for it.”

                “Please fuck me,” she whimpered. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her
                voice rose and her body shuddered as she begged.

                “You got it, whore!”

                Her words seared her but she groaned in anxious
                anticipation as he stood up and took his fingers out of
                her slit. She heard his zipper, then felt his erection
                against her pussy. She spread her legs a little more as
                he rubbed it up and down on her slit.

                He sniggered again and once more she quivered in
                humiliation. Then his cock pushed against her hole. Her
                pussy was wet with more than saliva now and he thrust it
                in to the hilt with one stroke.

                Sharon cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering as she
                came. The man pumped furiously, his hips slamming into
                her buttocks, knocking her into the side of the car. His
                cock pounded up and down her tight hole, skewering her
                with its savage violent strokes.

                “Fuck me!” she gasped. “Fuck me! Oh! Oh god! Oh god!”

                “Whore!” he snarled, driving his meat up into her belly.
                He gripped her hair, jerking her upper body off the
                trunk. His hands slid around in front of her and gripped
                her blouse, ripping it open with a loud tearing sound.
                He tore apart her bra, his hands like the claws of a
                lion as he dug into her flesh. She cried out again, her
                mind staggered by the violent sexual hurricane roaring
                through her body.

                Her hands pressed down on the trunk as she arched her
                back. She shoved her chest into his hands, grunting
                with delight as he mashed and squeezed them. His nails
                dug into her sensitive tits as he twisted them around in
                brutal lust.

                She humped back against his pistoning cock, heedless of
                the pain as his hard, knobby cockhead crushed up against
                her cervix repeatedly. Her head jerked up and down, up
                and down, like a spirited filly, and the man growled
                like a maddened beast as he rode her.

                She was nearly maniacal with sexual abandon, and then
                suddenly she stiffened, air gurgling out of her gaping
                mouth as she came with a cataclysmic release of high
                tension orgiastic pleasure. Her cunt flared like a
                rocket, clutching and spasming around his cock and he
                howled in glee as he stuffed it up her to the balls and
                his juice exploded out the tip.

                Sharon’s body arched back again and again, as she drove
                her cunt back onto his tool. Hot sperm gushed up into
                her belly, flooding her womb with its bubbling white
                seeds.

                She gave a mindless groan and fell forward onto the
                trunk, totally spent and nearly senseless from the force
                of her monumental orgasm. He paused, panting for breath,
                the last of his juice draining out into her guts, then
                he withdrew.

                When she finally had the strength she rose and looked
                around, but the garage was empty. She staggered back to
                the door of her car and after fumbling for an endless
                time got it open and all but fell into the driver’s
                seat.

                Her bare ass felt cold against the leather and she felt
                his juices drooling out between her hot cunt lips.

                She sat there for a moment, then closed her jacket to
                cover her naked exposed breasts, closed the door of the
                car, started the engine, and drove home.
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                  Looks like a photoshop, but what the hell

                  Sunday, October 28th, 2018

                  Looks like a photoshop, but what the hell

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                    This is by far my biggest fantasy! I have been with my wife…

                    Tuesday, October 23rd, 2018

                    That is a hot fantasy and a hot as hell wife! As far as breaking this to her, rather than coming right out of the blue with it I would be subtle. If she is okay with porn you could maybe get some MMF stuff and watch together and see how she reacts. Baby steps however you do it. Then again I am not a woman and I don’t know your wife but I do know the relationship and trust has to be rock solid.

                    And for goodness sakes keep sending me pictures!!

                    This is by far my biggest fantasy! I have been with my wife since high school and took her virginity. She has never had sex with anyone, but me. She is now 21 and I am 23 years old. I imagine her and I having a few drinks and someone asking her to dance. She likes him so we invite him back to our place. We continue drinking and sit next to eachother on the couch. They flirt and then he kisses her. She looks at me to get approval before starting to make out with him. He begins rubbing her tits before pulling them out. He sucks on them while she pulls his dick out and strokes it. He stands up and starts to fuck her face while she sits on mine and I eat her pussy. Her red hair is being used to pull her mouth all the way to the base of his cock. He then leads her over to the couch and bends her over. He slams his huge cock inside of her and she gives out a moan. She has never had a dick that big before. I walk over to have her suck on me as this guy enjoys my wife like I always do. I don’t know how she would take it if I tried to get this to happen. I think about it all of the time though.

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