If you were a judge what would you make my wife do to avoid jail time and deportation 

I married my first. We met in high school, and since neither of us went to college, we ended up marrying quite early - I was 22, he 23.

I was never feeling anything sexual towards anyone else, and I was happy with my sex life, not giving another thought about it.

Then, he went to jail. Twelve years. I was devastated. Our children are teens, and, it was really hard, I was preoccupied with all the life's challenges, for the first year.

After that time, for the first time in my life, sex became something I started thinking about, on a regular basis. Visits were sad, and too far in between, so I started my search for pleasure, online, and this is how I, eventually, found this place, among others.

Started buying toys, exploring my sexuality, and even flirting, with random men, just to feel wanted. Then I went further, posted some of my non face photos on a site similar to this one, and the reaction of viewers excited me - men still want me!!!

From there on, it was just a matter of time, before I go further. And I did, it came to me, naturally...

I had sex with four guys, in the last five months, one from which, I am seeing on a regular basis. I am on the pill, and my confession is, that I am finally enjoying life.

What will happen when he gets out? I do not think about that, but for the next ten years, I won't let myself go, won't stop living, and that is, basically, my confession.

I have been alone for the past few years, which lead me down the rabbit hole of porn, erotic forums, stories and dating sites.

My husband ended up in jail, and he is likely never coming out.

Last week, when I visited him, he told me that he understands that I cant die waiting for him, and that, if I want, I can find someone to comfort me.

I was hesitant to say yes, and left the matter unanswered, but, the truth is, I had a man in my bed the very night before, and even gave him the morning bj, and swallowed his cum, before I went to visit him.

Adventures with Counterfeit Money

A buddy of mine found a steady supply of counterfeit money that looked nearly flawless. Strict rules he always went by was never to spend it more than twice in the same week and always travel over an hour away when doing so. He had been to jail before, shocking I know, and he never wanted to go back again.

Normally he used it for stuff from FB marketplace or Craigslist but one afternoon he had the bright idea to start using it for escorts. What a fucking addiction that was - nearly impossible to break. If they charged extra to gargle your cum, no big deal, just pull out a few more fun coupons and you could do whatever foul thing imaginable. They would lick their shit off of your cock or lock their lips around your dick and drink your piss like it was glacier water from the Alps. There was really no limit to what you could do with this new super power. It was a miracle he never caught a disease.

He had a blade shoved up his ass about 15 times and it wasn't a small one. When he went missing, it took a few days before they could find him. His trailer was completely trashed when police went to do a wellness check. His face was disfigured and his ID was missing, along with his keys. Police figured out who he was when his prints showed up in their system.

When he started this fuck spree he immediately broke his first rule of never spending more than twice in the same week. After a month you can probably imagine how many women he left with a bad taste in their mouths and monopoly money in their purse - which in turn went to their employers.

There were rumors that he occasionally had an accomplice. Officially, I was never apart of his short-lived adventure and was shocked when I learned of his passing and the manner in which it happened. Regrettably, I missed his funeral due to finding a job in another state - not because I was paranoid someone would be watching from a distance and confusing me with his unknown sidekick.

So many beautiful women walking around in basically nothing, tempting me and other men.... The tragedy of it all is that wile they can walk around flaunting their bodies me and other men have to hold ourselves back and not pull out our cocks to show them out apprication for their beauty unless we want to be jailed..... The world is unfair....

I want a blowjob from Lisa the jail nurse.

I hope the right people can enjoy this story; I won't say what is real and isn't here.

I almost killed my sister by slitting her throat with a knife in the middle of the night.

Me and my siblings would always get into shenanigans at night after everyone else was asleep, but this was definitely different. I remember going upstairs into the kitchen and grabbing a paring knife before sneaking into my sister's room while she was asleep. I gently woke her up and asked if I could try something with her.

She accepted, so had her sit up and I grabbed the back of her head to pull it down, exposing her neck to me. I couldn't figure out how I wanted to do it, so I told her to just close her eyes and tell me how it felt before I laid her down across my lap with her head hanging over my legs. I pulled out the knife, held her head in place, exposed her neck to me again, and told her not to move. 

At first I just placed the knife across her neck on the flat side. She said it was cold, and asked what it was. I told her it was a knife, and you could tell she was both nervous and confused. She asked what I was going to do to her, and I responded by asking if she trusted me. She only nodded, so I kept going.

She had these creases that went across her neck, and one was right on top of her little adams apple. I took the blade, flipped it to the sharp side, and gently pressed it there. 

She told me it was sharp, to which I didn't reply. The way the moonlight shining through the window made her pale neck sparkle along with the fact that I had a knife to her throat was more than enough for me to stay silent. I finally spoke and told her to tell me when to stop. She said okay, she would and so I pressed down with the knife until I could see the knife biting into her skin and I was sure it would cut her. 

And then I slid the knife across her skin. Not much, just a few millimeters. She immediately whispered to me it was too sharp several times and I froze. I asked if she was sure and she said yes, it felt like I was cutting into her throat. 

For some reason I told her I wanted to try again and if she told me it was too much I would be done for today. For some crazier reason she still agreed, but you could tell she was nervous now as I watched her swallow with me still pressing the knife to her neck.

So I decided I would press a little harder this time and try to cut slower. Though, I didn't know if I would stop if she asked me to in my head.

I drag the knife slowly across her neck again, adding a little more pressure. I swear I could hear the knife cutting into her skin as I made the slicing motion. She whimpered, almost confirming my actions. I could see her skin being tugged at with the knife's edge.

She whispered for me to stop, practically begging, and for a brief moment I thought about ending her life right there. I could feel the vibrations of her talking through the knife; I wanted nothing more than to cover her mouth with my hand before jamming the knife hard into her neck and just sawing into her throat. I could only imagine what that knife felt like to her.

Her throat was the kind that sticks out from her neck a bunch when she lifts her head up. She would let me choke her/play with her neck, she would look up and swallow for me, and even pretend to play dead whenever I "killed" her, so to have her in front of me in that moment, where I could do everything for real was way too enticing to me.

I wanted to know what her neck looked like on the inside. I wanted to see her adams apple, her trachea, her veins, and all the muscles that made her neck function. But at the same time I knew if I opened her throat to see those, I would kill my sister for sure.

I looked down at her again. She couldn't see my face from the angle I had her, so she wouldn't know if I chose to stop or not until I moved the knife again. She asked me not to cut her, still trying to plead with me, and feeling her neck move while trying to speak without getting cut drove me crazy. I tightened my grip on the blade, carefully covered her mouth, and made one quick slice across her throat.

The knife made a sound that was like quietly ripping paper as I drug it across my sister's neck. She made a muffled gasp, and I watched miniscule beads of blood appear under the knife. I only tried to cut through the skin covering her adams apple. I decided that would be my final decision on if I continued or not. I will never understand why she didn't fight back; I'm guessing fear or not wanting to accidentally get cut deeper.

The cut I made was actually much smaller than I thought. I thought skin was thinner, but I was also afraid of what would happen if I didn't go through with cutting her throat and then got caught if she showed or told anyone. But you could see a thin line of blood and the mark from me holding the knife to her for so long.

At this point she was trembling; and so was I at both the prospect of getting caught if she told on me for holding a knife to her, or going to jail for slitting my sister's throat and possibly beheading her.

I forced her to agree that neither of us would speak of this and that I wouldn't try it again. Of course she accepted these terms and slowly left her room, trying to make sure she wouldn't try anything. I got her to go back to bed.

I took that knife and put it back in the kitchen and snuck back into my room. After a while I was sure she wasnt going to wake anybody up, and I wanted to go back to her room, just say fuck it and kill her, but I think reality was finally sinking in. I also wouldn't be able to play with her neck anymore. So I decided to try to sleep. I couldn't though. Not after that night.

Sarah in A Jail Cell

Sarah receiving her lunch in jail

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YellowPotatoes 17:17:03
when i was in jail i encountered a hateful racist. and then i trolled him heavily. i trolled him a lot. and he got crazy butt hurt :)
it's one of the stories that i feel that i should share with the group
:)
i mean... i've been stealing jokes from here since 2013.

My biggest confession is that I go to the county jail to look at the guys and I go to the public bathroom and masterbate thing about them gangraping me .