I love Christmas and the outfits! I was at a Christmas dinner and the first time there was a family friend, so-called auntie. A short woman with big boobs and a nice ass. As a greeting she kissed me with her tongue and groped my ass. I also groped her ass and hugged her hard tits! Then she rubbed her tits against me a few times while putting food on the plates.
In the hallway, she walked so she tripped over the carpet and pressed me against the wall with her hard ass. Oh!
Next she “accidentally” left the toilet door open so I could see her pussy. I “accidentally” left the toilet door open so she could see what I was doing. And it's clear what I did. I was wanking myself hard! I was combining so she would come in as I was coming. I almost succeeded. Almost, because at the point of no return I was caught by my cousin's wife :D

I have been married for almost 20 years, got into it very young, at 21, I have frequently visited this site for a long, long time, and this is my first confession.

I am desperate for attention, male attention, and sexual satisfaction, since I am not getting any of that for years. I still look good, but I feel like the most invisible woman in the world. I try to casually flirt with men around me, but they all think I am joking, since I am a "good woman, and a good wife", that is my image, but I just want someone to fuck me.

But that never happened, mostly because when occasion arises, I chicken out. Once it almost happened. I was at a work event, got pretty tipsy, and one of my colleagues, a married one, got a little handsy with me. Funny thing is, when I tried to flirt with him sober, he was one of those, who took it as a joke. I don't know, maybe he felt he can do something, because of one too many drinks I had.

I blew him, in the hotel toilet, and he came on my face.

Sad part is, even though I got no satisfaction from it, the memory of that encounter still fuels my sexual desire, when I am alone with myself.

I know this sound pathetic, but it is how it is.

This is the kinkiest thing I have ever done, but with no prejudice.

In our 20's, we had a large group of friends, and we were all into rock, and heavy metal, visiting concerts, gigs all over the place etc.

Now, there were a few girls in this group, but one of them caught my eye, she was a cute brunette, slim, with big tits. I took my shot a few times, but with no luck, until, after one concert, we were coming back via intercity train, and we were all out of our minds from all the things we took. Somehow, we ended up in the toilet, and I fucked her brains out, I even fucked her in the ass, while choking her, calling her names etc.

Hot experience, all in all, but she started evading me after it. I didn't give a fuck, it was hot, and I was lucky I had that experience. As you can imagine, things like that didn't happen to me very often, so I was bragging around to my friends from the group, going into details, like any young fella would.

After that, life went on, I moved out and decades have passed. Last summer, I came back to visit my family, and on the street, while walking with my wife, saw her, and one of my best friends from that time, walking together.

He married her shortly after I moved and lost all contact. He knows what I did to her, and I am pretty sure she never confessed that to him, why should she, I moved out. But she was blushing, he acted all awkward...

Now I can't stop thinking about it.

I absolutely love my ssbbw mature mothers 58 dirty  panties he pussy smell is so fucking strong and the gussets are always heavily stained  i have caught glimpses of her fat hairy fupa when she is sitting in her recliner im 35 and still live at home with her i will lay in bed at night and listen to her fuck her self with her dildo and jack off in the morning after shes left to run errands i will go find her panties and dildo lay down in her bed sniffing her wet musky stink from her enormous panties and sucking and licking her dildo clean untill i bust massive loads all over her pillows and sheets some times she is very musky and other times she smells like prawns or shrimp   i fucking absolutely love it when its a little of both she is not bashful either i can be using our bathroom showering in our little 2 bedroom and she will run in and say no peaking the shower door is fogged glass she will sit down i can see she spreads her fat legs wide and i can hear the hiss if her stream her musk always stinks up the bathroom and i stroke my cock the entire time its way hot when she is pissing and a huge fart billows out of her echoing in the toilet bowl some times there will even be a fresh pair of warm dirty panties on the floor when she is finished and gone i have even tasted some warms globs of her pussy discharge i would absolutely love to have her sit her big ass and hairy pussy on my face and glaze me with her cream  

you go in a gas station on the toilet. you see this salewoman doing selfies instead of cleaning. would you lock the door and take advantage? maybe hold her head in the toilet and insert the toilet brush in her ass

I yearn for . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences that were had in times long past. Experiences and encounters in locations and venues that were almost always dark, often dingy and always redolent with the smell of sweat, sperm and sleaze . . . with some even having the intoxicating overtone of stale piss.
Those venues might be public toilets – often in parks and always late in the night – or bookshop backrooms – especially those with labyrinthine corridors made built from ply, painted black and featuring small booth-like rooms with vinyl mattresses on the floor or rough-hewn holes carved in walls at the height that a cock may be inserted. Dark warrens lit only by red light so weak you could hardly make out the bodies lurking ominously around the corners, waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting for you to walk past very slowly. No words were spoken. No permission sought. Fluids exchanged. When you’d slaked your thirst, you’d leave . . . and, by the time you got to your car – often parked a few blocks away, lest somebody recognise it and tie you to this place – you’d already be thinking that you could easily go back in for another encounter . . . or two . . . or three . . .
Or the location might be a grove of trees or dense shrubs in a park, or on a headland where families picnicked in the day as they admired the view and dreamed that one day they might have their house in such a place . . . indeed YOU might visit this same place the next day with your family and have in the front of your mind other, more prurient thought than your cousins, brothers, sisters . . . yes, and even wives . . . who lay on grass where you know sperm was spilled just the night before. “Come!” you say, beckoning them. “Come with me, let me show you something!” and you entice them through the well-trod tracks to the wind-swept cliff where, not 12 hours before, you emptied your guts into a stranger’s bowels.
And still at other times, the venue might be a sad, old cinema long past its prime, showing a never-ending stream of grainy 8mm porn. The cracked and torn leather of the seats sticking to your bare arse as you thrust your oh-so-very-strong erection upward toward the beckoning hand of the stranger alongside whom you have sat. His jeans rolled up around his ankles – just as yours are. His cock beckoning in the gloom as the gritty and grainy porn flickers on the screen. Both of you sit side-by-side, eyes affixed to the screen, but yet darting the left or right to catch a glimpse of his cock and marvel how it gleams and you wonder how it might taste . . . you reach toward it, his hips thrust upward giving you permission (not that you doubted it would be given) as he sucks in his breath when your fingers enclose the silken, soft skin around the bone-hard shaft that twitches and throbs under the touch of your hand. The skin feels softer, silkier, smoother than yours and you reflect on why it always does. You wonder if yours feel softer, silkier and smoother to all of those who have reached out as you are . . . but soon such thoughts are driven away as other, more compelling and irresistible thoughts erupt behind your eyes and you find yourself leaning over and wondering if (perhaps even hoping that) he will vomit his cock-snot into your mouth.
The best part of this rundown old cinema is the toilet. You head toward the green sign beside the screen, through a concrete-rendered tunnel for a few metres and into a room with a concrete piss-trough and a cubicle or two. There are no doors – at least not any more. There is no ventilation and the stench is overpowering, but you came here for this . . . you crave it . . . you live for it. In the piss-trough are countless fag-ends soaked with the rank, stale piss of dozens of others like you. There is a chain on the old concrete cistern that could flush, but you doubt that chain has been pulled for weeks – or even months. There is a very sad old faggot lying in the trough scooping the butts over his cock and into his mouth. He is, of course, naked and his floppy old cock no longer able to get hard. The skirt he wore lies beneath him but he still has his red stilettos on and he whimpers and begs you to use him as a toilet. You oblige, of course. Why wouldn’t you? And, as you relieve yourself into his pathetic, simpering, ugly face you wonder how long it is going to take until it is you that begs and pleads for exactly what this disgusting old faggot is begging for.
Why are all such places now closed? What has changed that makes them no longer viable businesses? I have tried, over the years, to encourage similar events in my home (post-divorce, sadly), but the atmosphere, the spontaneity, the rank, foul sleaze just cannot be recreated in a garage . . . and anyway, the amount of time spent advertising it, answering stupid questions of people who have no right to ask and sheer effort of preparing the space are simply not warranted for the one or two who do actually arrive.
And so now I yearn . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences I had back then and know that, if I could, I WOULD be that sad old faggot lying in the stench of the cold concrete piss-trough whimpering and simpering for all to use me as little more than what I have become.
“Take your photos!” I would implore. “Piss, Spit, Snot into my open mouth!” I would entreat. “Blow your cock snot deep into my faggot arse!” I would beseech. “No load refused . . . I don’t care!” I would growl in deep, guttural tones that echo the true state of my mind.

what to do with Elsa on the toilet?

Alexa was taking a shit one day when I walked in the house and I could see her sitting on the upstairs toilet from down the steps then she got up an I saw her whole asshole an pussy 

I was invited to a party at my aunt's house. Her friend also came. A lady in her 60s but very sexy. Big boobs, big ass and thighs. She was wearing a sweater-dress and when she was seated I noticed that she was not wearing panties. She had a hairy and juicy pussy with big lips. I momentarily felt my cock stand up under my shorts.

The ladies noticed it too, whispering something among themselves. As I reached for the cake my aunt's friend rubbed against my cock. As we talked she touched my thigh. At one point I noticed that her nipples were standing up like valves. Well, time to do something about it :) I went out to the terrace while standing in line for the toilet.

My aunt came in and said that the room upstairs was free but her friend liked surprises and would like me to come in blindfolded. Ok. I undressed and went in, a hand grabbed me leading me to a chair. I sat down and felt someone start to lick my cock. Gently and with affection. After a while I felt someone slide on top of it and a slow ride began. Very pleasant pussy, quite tight, but juicy. I brandished my nipples and began to play with them, sliding, scratching and twisting. Quiet moans indicated the right direction to go.

Suddenly I felt that my juicy pussy had escaped. After a while, a second lady climbed on my cock. Here, too, was a big ass, but the pussy was bigger and even hairier. I also felt that the tits were much bigger, they even hung like udders! It was clear that the ride was going to be faster. And so it was. After a while, I shot my cum and heard moans. This one was also already wet as hell! She turned around and I could enjoy that big ass again by fucking her like crazy. A few minutes and I felt thighs trembling, juicy fluids mixed with my cum.... Both pussies disappeared.

When I went downstairs, my aunt's friend was chatting with her and the other ladies as if nothing had happened :)

I like piss. I like the smell of piss. I like the taste of piss. I like the glorious way in which piss looks in a bottle. I like drinking piss. I like drinking my own piss. I like drinking piss from a cunt. I like the word “piss”. I like the sound of piss. I like the idea of piss on the floor. I like women’s piss. I like pissing while women piss. I like pissing together. I like masturbating your twat while you piss. I like rubbing piss in your face and licking it off. I like pudding in you. I like you swelling my piss. I like pad for breakfast with my cereal. I like have piss in the fridge, and piss ice cubes in the freezer, along with a jar of cum and ice cubes made from saliva. I like adding those cubes to your fresh glass of piss and watching you drink it. I like washing your hair with piss. I like seeing you roll around on the floor in our piss while I co to ie pissing on you. I like you wanting my piss. I like you asking for my piss. I like that I don’t have to ask to piss on you. I that that you are where I piss. I like you wearing my piss when you leave the house and being unapologetic about your endeavors. I like you craving my piss and looking forward to relaxing with it after a hard day at work. I like you drinking piss from the toilet. I like you washing your bras and panties with only piss. I’d love to see you wash the dishes with piss. Piss is great. I find it romantic and sensual. I like pissing in the cunt as we’re making love. And pissing down your throat. I like sharing our piss. I like you pissing on my cock and watching you lick it up. I want your piss, just casually poured into a glass for me to drink. And I want to watch you rub yourself and pet your cunt as I do. I want to drink your piss in front of other people without them knowing I’m drinking piss. I want to piss on your food. Just stand up as we’re eating and piss all over the table like it’s the most casual thing in the world. I want to piss in your asshole while you drink piss from a toilet bowl with a gallon jug if piss waiting on the floor and a glass of piss on the toilet tank. I want to make mixed drink recipes with piss, and cook with piss. I want to find out which foods make piss taste even better! I want to put piss in a blender and make piss smoothies. I want to piss in your cunt hole every day. I want to drink your piss ten times per day. I want to film you drinking piss bubbles. I want to call you Cunt Princess Piss Bubbles. I want every drop of piss that come from me to go in you or on you for an entire day. I want to save gallons of piss and have you bathe in it. Piss. I want to cum in your throat and cum on your face. I want you to use my face to get yourself off. I want to lick your asshole as deep as it takes to make you cum. I want to ride you like a fucking horse and jerk you off until you splash the walls. I want you to talk on the phone with my dick in your mouth, and use my asshole as a platter for desert. I want you to open my hole and piss in it. I want to see you smuggle fruit from the store from your pussy. I wanna eat your fruit, girl.

I want to make a living of being an abused sissy faggot toilet! I want to be feminized, emasculated, and used by men and women for their toilet pleasures. Come shit and piss on me, in my mouth, pack it up my gaping ass, make me lick your toilets and holes clean, roll me is shit and leave me with nothing to eat or drink but shit and piss. I will also be your ashtray and need you to put cigarettes out in my little dick! Please I’m ready to throw in the towel on working and become an abused toilet slave sissy. At least I will enjoy this abuse over what work gives me.