her body your choice

That is a bio-hazard symbol. That has intent other than just sex. Many in their own words say the tat they have matching this is your only warning to expect anything you may not want...

That on a bare back sign has nothing to do with condom or not... One can do all they can and stay safe and when they are with another who does the same then risk is no different than anything one could compare and still be bare back without "bio-hazard" risk.

If a bare back sign with nothing else but all the talk of being close and what ever was on one side and this sign on another, I would never pick this one.

All in the intent behind the image.

I never deal with one who has this on them...

Look at bug chasers.

That is something if they respect others then they make it clear up front their way of life so the others right to choice is respected.

I have no issues if all rights are respected and followed... If risk makes you happy and who your with is fine with that then ok... But anyone else and both need to protect all rights by being up front...
If one protects others rights then I feel you protect their rights to as if done as I said above you are not putting one at harm against their will... They accepted the risk but also accept the respect to inform anyone else they are with as only they know the risks they took...

We could be in a place where we can do what we want with who we want and still be human and respect each others rights.
When one feels lack of info given to someone is somehow the right thing then there is no respect to the other at all for any rights or thoughts they have...

That build fear against who feels it is the other persons who needs to be a mind reader and do everything when the one who knows could have told up front with thoughtful respect for others with no exceptions or excuses....

I have seen people who do no harm and their actions are thoughtful of others and does all they can to do the right things but just because someone can't accept the ideas alone then they get run off and pushed away from any place to gather... Many would have had the backs of others if that respect had been followed for every ones rights...

Who will be there when your rights are in question?
Do not fool yourself into thinking it will never happen... Others are on the outside looking in thought the same...

One thing above any stance or some act of how someone should answer to no one is we should never loose basic rights and respect for those rights for others and our self... When others rights fall then that proves a right can be subverted by anyone so we must respect others rights always as that means they must do the same...

Who does not have this group respect places their own at risk as only we can protect each other against groups who thinks some group does not belong...

I know how I see others and respect them...
If they do not respect my rights then how can I trust and respect them?

Not sure but I don’t think she was happy with her choices she made the night before. Specifically letting me cum inside her and letting my friends watch. 

See, here’s the thing. I have a choice. I have an old jerking buddy who’s going to be in town this weekend and I have a chance to get off with him. More than jerking, he’s one of the ones I can suck and 69 with. We’ve done it every couple of years for a few years now.

On the other hand, there’s a GILF who comes into my place of work. Tiny thing. 70+. 5 foot. Maybe 110 pounds. Great taste in clothes. Former New York party girl circa 1970. I complimented her shoes yesterday, these great patent leather and calf loafers. Black. High dollar. Bright socks. She told me about them. I told her I thought they were kinky and she said, “Kinky, huh?” and then she asked me out for a drink.

The problem is that my buddy will be here for just a few hours on Saturday evening on his way through. Not even for overnight like he usualloy is. My GILF friend asked me out specifically for the same few hours. I can either risk turning her down and go for a sure thing and cum with someone who knows how to get me off OR I can hope to get to strip my little gremlin granny down to her loafers and get kinky. Hinted at but not a sure thing. Something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. 75 or no, she’s fit and tight. I’d like to see just how tight.

I confession that I can’t decide. Cock or cunt. I haven’t had this problem since I was a lad, banging a brother and a sister (No, not and never at the same time).

Who’s your choice - LEFT or RIGHT?

This is me giving up my wife at a weekend swap party to 4 of the biggest black brothers with 4 of the biggest cocks I've ever seen with my blessing to have fun and anything goes as long as you don't physically hurt her. I only ask that they video everything they do to her as payment for lending her to them for the weekend. Which they were happy to do.Even as she protested mightily I had already made up my mind and she had no choice in the matter as she soon realized as they drug her kicking and screaming out from the party into their van and drove away to a motel on the outside of town. When they returned my wife to me you could tell she been run through a gauntlet. You could tell she'd been fucked 10 ways from Sunday. I never asked her what they all put her through or did she ever relate to me what she had endured. I don't know if she knew they taped her being gang fucked over and over and if she did she never said mentioned it. It don't matter anyway since I have her whole ordeal on video. Anything they could think of they did over and over. Dp'd her to many times to count, deepthroated her continuesily. Got her airtight constantly and was oozing cum from all her orafacies including both nostrils. When they brought her home they had to carry her in the house because there was no way she would of been able to walk in on her own. I could go on and on but I think you get my gist. Hit me up if you want to hear more.

I lost my virginity to my husband, the night he proposed to me. I was 21 at the time.

Since we are both from a small town, in rural area, this wasn't so unexpected, but he was surprised, in a good way, since I had a bf for over a year before him, and they kind of knew each other, since it is a very small town.

Never cheated on him, afterwards, but maybe I should (I never will), since our sex life has been almost dead for years (thus I am here).

A few times, when he was drunk, he would ask me about my ex, commenting how he thought we were in a serious relationship, hinting at my virginity, and I saw him smirking at him, when we would meet, in a way, like, "I know you did nothing for over a year, you fucking loser".

The truth is, we did everything except vaginal sex, but I mean everything. At that time, I figured, for some strange reason, that I will marry him, eventually, and that I had to save myself for the day he proposes. Sex without penetration (except for a few times he convinced me to anal play), was far more satisfying than anything I ever experienced with my husband. He sees me as this perfect, pure wife, who never saw a penis before his, yet I sucked my bf's cock for hundreds of times, before we met.

Now, I am sorry that I never had real sex with him, since I know, it would be magical, so I linger in my thoughts, and fantasies, regretting my life choices.

I know this isn't much, but it is pure. Hope you won't judge me for withholding the truth from my husband, but I just felt this to be the right way.

I found a cheat code for women, pretty early on, in my 20's, and I have been using it to the fullest.

Now, I am writing this from Europe, and I am not sure how the guys from across the ocean will relate to this, so I have to give a little prelude.

I was born in a city,in a privileged family. Now, this city is a big university center, so every year, girls from all over, come to the uni. Many of them, come from the countryside, rural parts of the country, and they are acting like loose canons, while feeling inadequate in a weird way.

My "city charm", consisting of an accent and a few manners that were regarded "cool" back then, gave not much luck with our, local girls, but when I was at the uni myself, I realized, countryside girls would drool all over it.

So I had a lots of action, with girls who, in different settings, would be out of my league. The best part was, how naive most of them were, naive, or just not ready to look "not cool" or "not urban enough" if they declined something I wanted.

The hottest girl I ever dated, broke up with me, when she, after one year of going out with me, confided to her friend, that I always cum on her face, and I did, every single time, without any exceptions, and her friend convinced her that that is not normal, and that there is no love there. I had a muslim girl, who was "saving herself for marriage", so I convinced her to do anal, so I fucked her in the ass for three - four months straight.

Sadly, time passes, and this tactic was working up until I got near 30, so, eventually, it stopped. It stopped with the uni girls, but soon enough, I realized, I have developed some kind of radar for insecure women. It is not often, nor successful as it once was, but women over 30 are prone to the same thing.

They are not as hot as girls from my youth were, but, when I see poor fashion choices, on a woman working on a good job, I just sense it, little village girls is still there, somewhere inside her. The spiel is different, of course, but the principle is the same.

My latest catch is a big tit brunette lawyer. Successful woman, yet yearning for validation. She is 40, so a year younger than me, and I am using her as a piece of fine meat.

This is probably the reason I never got married, but I do realize that at some point, this has to end. I get existential crisis from time to time, what will be of me, then, but soon enough it wears off. In the end, nothing beats good sex.

Your choice. L or R?

If your friends wife or mom said you can have your fun, but you had to invite two people of your choice. Who and how would you decide?

Did you ever have a role model in life, someone you look up to, and who makes you jealous?

I did.

In hs, I had this friend, popular blonde, very beautiful, and she was my best friend, and still is, to this day, but she is not the one - her older sister. Also a blonde, very beautiful, but since she is two years older than us, I always wanted to be like her, to attract men she does, to dress the way she does, act and conduct myself, like she does.

I wanted to be her.

By all objective standards, I do look good, some would argue very good, but I always felt that I came too short, comparing to her.

All this, pretty much ruined my sex life. My bfs were all, not good enough, since I couldn't imagine that she would be with them. Later on in life, all this is responsible for thousands of dollars, I left to my therapist, trying to get rid of this infatuation with her.

First stupid thing I did, was to have sex with her college bf. We had sex in his car. She somehow found out about his affair, and dumped him. I was 100% sure she knew it was me, but no, he actually had no idea that we were friends.

While we did it, I felt like her, and it gave me the best orgasm in my life.

After that, since, you figured out by now that we stayed close after hs and college (I was a maid of honor on her sister's wedding), she started dating this big guy, and it looked pretty serious. But men will be men, and after just a few signs I threw his way, he made his advance. We had sex for over a year. That was a great time, and the sex was amazing, once again. We did everything, anal, dress up, role play, everything. But, the catch was, that after a year or so, he told me he wants to leave her, for me.

That was the best feeling in the world, but... I panicked, and just cut any ties with him. Once again, I thought she will find out. No, he just left her, without any explanation.

That is the point in which I started therapy, and after some while, managed to distance myself from all that craziness. In the mean time, she met a man she later married.

I evaded her, and everything around her, until their wedding day. He was dreamy - tall, handsome, successful.

That day, I hooked up with the best man, just because he was his best friend, and it turned into a relationship.

For seven years, I was with this man, and I was thinking of another. That sent me into a spiral of sexual deviance (I am here, am I), and fantasy. Since he was his best friend, and I was a good friend of hers, we started spending lots of time together. I didn't wanna do anything, not even try - special thanks to my therapist - but it was just pouring out of me. We would go to vacations together, and I would, for instance ,sunbathe topless, in front of them, even though I never did that before. I would wait for the right moment, to ask him, when we were left alone, to rub in some sunscreen on me. Besides vacation, I would do similar stuff, just to point his attention towards me. He didn't even look at me, I was totally uninteresting to him.

After our evenings together, we would go home and have the greatest sex ever, all because I was thinking of him, while being with my bf. After a while, I even introduced a dildo in our sex, I was riding it, while sucking him off, or sucking it, while my bf fucked me, imagining that he was with us.

Somewhere along the way, in therapy, we realized that I have shifted my obsession from her, to him, fully. I started detesting her, hating her, with all the bad things going through my mind.

Then, one evening, he told all of us that he has some problems at work, and that he can't find a trustworthy assistant. Without thinking, I offered myself. Everyone loved the idea - who can he trust, if not one of his wife's closest friends.

Maybe a month after I started working for him, I dumped my bf. It was just me and him, all day long, my time is coming.

Only it didn't. I did all I could, wearing a short skirt, showing a glimpse of garters, only to be warned that I must dress more formally. Same happened with wearing no bra on a white shirt - not professional. I gave my best, but he just wasn't interested.

This went on for years, and years, and my sex life was non existent, residing on the web of fantasies, I was living off.

I met a man, from a nearby town, with whom I started having casual sex, and, I ended up pregnant. I found out early, two weeks in. Told him, and he asked me to move in with him, asking me to marry him. I said yes, without thinking, but after further insight by my therapist, we all agreed, it was the only way for me to heal, and that that would be possible only if I go as far as possible, and cut all of them out of my life.

I have announced the news to them, gave in my two weeks notice, and they were both happy for me. She asked me to promise that we won't become strangers, and that we will visit each other.

The last day in the office, he stayed late, so did I. When I entered his office, he was surprised that I haven't left sooner, and I said something like "not without saying goodbye".

He stood up to hug me, and I kissed him. He backed off, surprised, but when I tried it again, he did the same.

Couldn't beleive it! After all the bending over, teasing, unbuttoned shirts, he didn't even get it. I grabbed his crotch, and he was hard as hell, so I just got on my knees, and started unbuttoning him. I didn't plan on kissing him, it just happened, but this, in my crazy logic, I wanted to leave him no choice, because, what man would refuse that from a beautiful woman.

He was holding one of my hands, but I put his cock in my mouth. He said something like, "no, please", but then I started thrusting hard, swallowing it all. At that point he gave in, and enjoyed.

I was so wet, I thought I would leave a puddle on the floor. It was surreal. When he came in my mouth, I swear to God, I came, handsfree, fully dressed.

He looked like he got tossed around by a hurricane.

"What a hell was this?"he finally asked.
"Nothing you should worry about, I am moving and getting married."

And that was the end of it. Two days later, we moved, and I never saw them again. It has been more than five years. She called me a couple of times, but I didn't answer, and after a while she got the message.

I have healed. This confession is kind of a burden dumping, since I can't tell this to anyone else, except my new therapist. I still have leftovers from that life, I visit this place, and there is a dildo in our bed room, but his face is not there any more.

I understand that this can be a bit overwhelming, but it is what it is. You can judge me, I get that, many poor choices are behind me, but are we even human, if we have none of those.