my sd is my fb. and I love it
i'm 59 and my sd is 34. We were all kosher until her marriage and divorce 2 years ago . She is a single mom and lives alone 45 min away. Had a tough time finding someone
I am separated with my wife (many years of dry spell as we were distant).

3 months ago I visited her and stayed over night drinking. One thing led to another and it has been now regular thing. neighbours think im her real dad as Im helping out as the man in her life
She understands that this is not a permanent thing. but she cant find a good man. and i love that no need for condoms and the age difference is hot....

I have been visiting this place for a while now, for reasons that will be revealed in the following lines.

Never posted, this will be my first, and the idea of posting one of my experiences came from the fact, that I do enjoy reading board posts, as I find them to be the hottest, and often most sincere versions of erotica, one can find online.

I am 35 now, this happened some 5 or 6 years ago. Little disclaimer, before I go forward, this was by far the most extreme thing I ever did, in fact, I am pretty conservative otherwise.

I was single, as I am still, went out to this club with friends. We had a table, and we were all in the mood of "girls night out", all dolled up, in short dresses and everything that follows such esthetic. There was three of us, and two guys, sitting at one booth sent us drinks, and invited us over. Why not.

They were both older than us, not much, maybe mid 30's, and we had fun, they kept ordering, and soon enough, we got pretty drunk. One of them had gone out, with friend no 1, the other was already touchy, and kissy with friend no 2, and as I was ready to go, he asked me not to, since it sucks if they stay alone, he wants all of us to go to his place, to continue the fun, only we have to wait for the other newly made couple.

Well, those two never came back, and in about an hour, the three of us were in his place. We knew he was rich when we saw his car, but the place blew us away. Now, let me preface this, we were both professionals at that time, making more than enough money, but I felt impressed, and he grew in my eyes. I guess, that is just how it is. I felt ashamed of that feeling, afterwards, since I am raised better, but I just couldn't help it.

We continued drinking, and did some other stuff, one might do in such a place, and in the mist of all the laughing, intoxication and fun we had, they started going on each other, and she went down on him. They didn't invite me to join, I just did.

I don't remember the details, but that was the first time I did that, together, with someone else. I remember we were taking turns, and mine were longer, that he played with my breasts, and that he was really big.

When he decided it was time to switch, I found myself on my back, with him standing over me, putting a condom on. As he got on top, he commented something about how wet I was, and went to town. It is hard for me to cum vaginally, especially if I am not on top, but that time, it was a piece of cake.

Then he got up, pushed me to the side, and I sat down on the floor, next to the sofa, and he did the same with her. I just sat there, looking at them, shivering from excitement, and I caught myself wanting another round. In the midst of doing her, he reached for the phone, and started recording them. She didn't mind, but when he turned the camera towards me, I kind of looked to the side, in a futile attempt to hide.

He got up, took his condom off, and said something like, that he wants to cum for us both, and I remember feeling repulsed by the idea, that all the excitement died down when the camera got involved, but there I was, on my knees, cheek to cheek with my friend, with my eyes closed.

It was not the first time someone did that to me, but it was the last. There was so much of it, that I thought he gave it all to me, but after I opened my eyes, it turned out, that wasn't the case, we both got our fair share of him.

And we got our fair share of shame, after finishing in the bathroom, when he gave us 100$ each, "for the taxi". For reference, at that moment, I made more than that per hour, at my job.

Me and my friend, never spoke of it, ever again. Soon after, I guess because we both felt awkward because of this, stopped seeing each other, and our friendship died down. I did attend her wedding, two years later, but that was it.

That night was, in retrospect, the hottest, and the nastiest experience I ever had. I hate myself for doing that, but in the same time, I feel a bit cheeky, whenever I remember it.

And, no, there is no video, in the massive scare I felt the morning after, I became obsessed by finding it, if he ever posts it online, and I still look for it, but I guess he was a man after all, kept it for his use only. That search is how I ended up here in the first place.

And, that is it.

I can't. I can't even make a single friend. Fuck me. I'm gonna be alone forever, aren't I? I peaked in the fucking third grade. I'm worthless, god damn it. I'm a failure through and through. Why should I even try? Why bother existing? No one will fucking care. I've lived a perfect, sheltered little life, I have no fucking excuses for being the failure I am. Why try? Why fucking try?? I hate being alive. I have no purpose, I have no fucking passion or drive. I'm just an empty shell living from day to day until something bad enough happens that I stop trying. I can't talk to anyone. I'm severed from the human race, and the human race doesn't want me back. There's nothing I can do, and if there was I wouldn't be able to build up the effort to do it. I'm a lazy piece of shit that can't even be lazy right. I scream into the void, hoping against hope that the void might respond in some infinitesimal way. God, just end me already. Send me to Hell where I belong, or the infinite nothingness and blackness of nonexistence. There is no coming back for me, not anymore. The time for that is long past. Thank you for listening void. I take my leave, in the hopes of falling into the nothingness soon.

Wwyd to her? She’s home alone

mee alone

Back door open, home alone, come find me 🥰

so i've been chatting on ml on-and-off for years. well over five, maybe up to ten. i don't know exactly.

it's addictive and liberating to be so open about my kinks and interests. i usually bury them deep inside of me unless i'm with a partner who i completely trust and know will react positively to them.

but, anyway, i've had plenty of offers to hook up for some fun on ml and i always bat them away. i decline the offers without ever giving them a serious consideration. i guess i do it because i worry about my safety and i guess because i only see ml as a bit of extra fun while wanking.

that was until about three weeks ago. i started chatting to a guy on ml who really put me at ease. we just seemed to click instantly and, even better, he was only about an hour by train from me. in the height of arousal one night, we agreed to meet. we both thought i'd chicken out but i didn't. i don't know why him but this time i went through with it.

after a quick coffee and a very awkward public chat, we went back to his place. i was so nervous. so nervous i could barely speak. he said he'd never met anyone off ml before either. his place was pretty small, a little untidy, nothing too grim though. the blinds were all down and the place stunk of aftershave.

he suggested we watch some porn to break the ice. so we sat on his sofa, with a drink and just went through his favourites on his big tv. i've never seen porn on such a large screen! i'm usually on my phone or laptop at best. i don't know how long we sat watching porn. probably an hour? maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the porn but i eventually got comfortable enough to go further.

as we watched, he got his cock out. i snuggled in a little and let him grope me while he wanked to the porn. as he watched, he went inside my clothes and then i took them off for him. i felt a little lost tbh, i didn't really know what to do but i just tried to follow his lead. eventually i felt brave enough to go even further and go on my knees in front of the sofa. i sucked and i sucked him for ages. he didn't really give much feedback but i sucked him until my jaw ached and had to slow down. he wasn't even particularly hard, which was a bit disheartening. he kind of pushed me off eventually and jerked in my face. it took some super vigorous stroking but eventually he came and dribbled a little bit of cum into my mouth.

we then just kind of cuddled on the sofa for a bit. i thought he'd want more but the body language wasn't good. so i just awkwardly pulled my knickers back up, said goodbye and left him to watch porn.

he messaged me the next day. sort of apologised, said he was in a weird mood. asked to see me again. i'm not sure tho. i know he's not a crazed axe murderer now but we didn't even kiss, let alone fuck.

sorry about the wall of text. i had to get this out of my system.

I immigrated from eastern Europe to Denmark. I was 25 at the time, and, since God gave me some of that Slav beauty, I got married within a year, got my papers, children, citizenship, whole nine yards.

My husband is this tall, handsome man, blonde and muscular, very kind and civilized - we never argued, and this year will be 16 years of our marriage.

But he is cold, all of them are. They do not know how to have fun, they all drink, but alone, in their homes, social life is next to non existent, and him as well as other of their men, even though usually handsome, and lean, lack some kind of masculinity.

He doesn't have a single hair on his body, I've never seen him angry, nor passionate about anything, including me.

That made me feel isolated, in a bubble of all things nice and correct, and that led me here, and to other online forums, since soon enough, sex without any traces of passion, felt stale and disappointing.

Only thing I live for, are my kids, and the summer, when we visit my folks, back home. He tries to fit in, with my friends, he can drink, but not in a smoke filled restaurant, so often, he would excuse himself, and go back to my parents house. Anything that makes other people visibly happy, it is like, it repels him.

I wanted to stray many times, but it only happened once, some ten years ago. On one such night, when cigarette smoke was too much for his fragile, little soul, my ex bf came into the restaurant. I ended up giving him head, in an alley. He was rude, and motherfucker deliberately came on my hair, just to piss me off.

But even that was better, than no reaction at all, since, I knew why he did it, he was envious of my new life, my family, my success, but the sad part is, he had nothing to be envious about.

This weekend, I will, once again, have a programmed sex with my husband, every Saturday, after we get wasted, probably at home, he will hump me, and fall straight asleep after he is done.

Last time I had some kind of non scripted sex, was back home, in that alley.

You see these bitches in a bar and leave their drinks alone for a short moment. in which bitchs drink would you cum and let the slut drink it without her knowing it.      

This is my first post, even though I have been visiting this place for over a decade.

I am a woman in my 40's, never been married, and by the look of it, never will be. I was an ugly duckling, men had zero interest in me, so that left a big scar on my self esteem. I tried working on myself, you know, like all the self help books tell you to, and the gym, and all the running, made impact on my body, but I was still a girl no one desired.

Lost my virginity at 24, and after many fantasies, and lonely nights, in which I imagined how it will be, it was underwhelming. So I started seeking satisfaction, whenever I could, but being a shy person, that wasn't easy.

At the end of my 20's, I hooked up with a much older man, he was in his late 50's, and I finally found physical satisfaction. He was a skilled lover, a bit perverse, and he introduced me to swinging.

I can't begin to explain, how awful this was at first, but since I was so hungry for any kind of affection, validation, I gave it a try. Everything with him was about sex, and I am pretty sure that any other woman would hit the brakes, but not me, the loneliness still burned a hole in my heart, and I never wanted to feel lonely again.

He is out of my life for years now, but I am still visiting parties, alone, everyone knows me in the circle. From wile and disgusting, this became something I cherish, and enjoy.

I did everything I could, so it would not be interesting to write that up, but, for instance, last time I was there, six guys fucked me, in a row, and all of them finished on my face, along with a few bystanders, not brave enough to actually join the act. I loved it, since at these moments, my face is beautiful, it must be, since they all wanted it, in such sexual way.

I did everything I could, but I still feel unsatisfied. Not sexually, I think I orgasm more frequently, than most women out there, since my life revolves around sex, but I feel this hole in my chest, that just keeps getting larger.

Sex is not a substitute for happiness.