Men MUST Give Mandatory Spankings
It's hard to maintain consistency when we have such a busy schedule and especially when my husband is out of town during most weeks. Sometimes we get to put in one solid week of submission training and I can really tell a difference in how I feel and how our marriage is during those weeks that he's home.

A spanking keeps me in line, and it keeps most women in line although the mainstream is afraid to face it or admit it. At first it feels embarrassing to say you need to be spanked, but after a while you realize there's no shame in it. Men are leaders and that doesn't mean women can't lead, but it means that we are designed to co-lead with the man.

Women have a whole lot more hormonal and emotional things happening in their bodies and minds than men do. I don't know about you but sometimes I can't even control my emotions. Sometimes I feel sad for no reason or irritable for no reason and that's when a being brought over his knee helps to refocus my energy and bring me to a happier place.

If I go a few days without being held accountable I start to use bad language, I get a negative outlook, I get crabby and hateful and angry, and then I end up getting a hard punishment lashing instead of the normal daily maintenance. I'd rather have the daily discipline than the punishment one any day of the week.

My bum is an instrument of peace in our marriage. When my husband is angry with me, we don't have to fight, he simply pulls down my pants and gives me a spanking, during which he releases his anger and I submit and the argument dies right there.

Being spanked is a stress release for a woman, especially if you paddle her until she cries. Making her cry might seem mean at first, but it isn't, it's opening the dam of her emotions and helping her release it all. Sometimes women just need to cry and then the world is a better place. Sometimes it takes a man's belt on her bare ass to provide that release.

Men, women need rules because rules make us feel protected and safe. Also, when we break a rule we need immediate consequences because that makes us feel noticed and loved. There is nothing worse in a woman's heart than if she feels unnoticed, uncared for or unloved. The worse times in our marriage have been when I've felt ignored by him or less important than other people or other things or like he was neglecting what was important to me. Those are big danger areas for a woman and men need to be able to recognize those areas and fix what needs to be fixed. Sometimes just getting on a routine discipline schedule will fill in the gaps and show her how much she is loved.

Men, be ready for your woman to test you out in public with her words or attitude. She may not even consciously know it, but this is a test. She wants to see if you will be strong enough to hold the reigns and follow through on your rules. It isn't always possible to discipline in public, but if the opportunity is there, take it. It will make a huge difference in your marriage. If you're out at a movie or a restaurant and there is a designated "family restroom" that is one room with a locked door, take your wife in there, lock the door, bend her over the sink and give her a belting or a hand spanking. If you are driving, pull into a secluded spot, open both the front and back door on one side of the car, bend your wife over the back seat so that the view is blocked by both doors and give her a hard paddling. I know of men who have taken their wife out to the parking lot, sat in the backseat of their cars with their wife over their knee and given them a walloping without anyone knowing. There are ways to make it happen when it needs to. At the very least, if you cannot make it happen, take her by the arm and whisper in her ear that she is going to get it when you get home. Let her anticipate the spanking for the rest of the evening and then upon arriving home, administer it immediately.

By making her spanking a priority in your life, you are making HER a priority. By caring enough to enforce the rules, you are telling her that you care enough about HER to make her feel safe and protected. It all begins with your hand on her backside in a consistent and permeating way.

So, if you have an inconsistent pattern, this is what you need to do:

1. Mandatory spanking every morning and every evening that you are together. This MUST happen without fail. Make time for it. Do this for a period of 14 days total if your weeks are broken up with travel or two weeks consistently if you are both home.

2. Seven of these 14 days she must exercise an attitude of submission by coming to her husband and asking to receive a spanking. This is in addition to the regular morning and evening sessions. Whenever you are together, for lunch, the middle of the night, it doesn't matter when, the wife must exhibit submission by going to the husband, taking off her clothes and asking him to discipline her. She may bring him a tool or he may use his hand, take off his belt, a spatula, ping pong paddle, hairbrush, whatever is at his disposal.

3. Prior to the morning and evening session, the wife must be given anticipation and reflection time. This is time naked and either in the corner or in spanking position, reflecting on her behavior and anticipating the discipline he is about to administer. It doesn't have to be a long period of time, 1-3 minutes is adequate.

4. Spankings must be long and hard to be effective. If her bottom isn't bright red and burning hot then it is not going to be effective. Hard, fast swats get the point across the quickest.

After 14 days she should hurt to sit down. Her bottom should be sore but her heart will be warm and so will your marriage.

The scroll of the perfect woman.

Health.

Tiger cub bounding.
Spring buds blossoming daily.
Hearts sing together.

Submission.

Kneeling mouth open.
She waits expecting the worst.
She is overwhelmed.

Incest.

Mother pleases me.
Day and night Mother sucks me.
I am no virgin.

Little Sister.

Firm round little breasts.
Innocence faded by porn.
She is eagerness.

Throat Fucking.

Dirt women lay down.
Open mouths wait for Masters.
Struggle in the mind.

Slut.

Sinking opinion.
Mother cruelly degrades.
Why not if she says.

Sex Toy.

Willing surrender.
Women are fuckable holes.
Sexy is speechless.

Blonde.

Mostdesirable.
Thin pink skinned living breast farm.
Used beyond reason.

Bilara.

Blonde teenage dog slut.
She hs done everything.
She lives for judgement.

Bambi.

She is worth nothing.
Belly full of piss and lube.
Lost before twenty.

Logan.

Melted face sagging.
Eyes mindlessly staring.
Perfectly made toy.

Bibi.

Her lust spills over.
Oral bestiality.
Sexual chaos.

Kitti.

Totally willing.
Black eyes running all over.
Animal semen.

Mille.

Destroy her features.
Binding choke chain and handcuffs.
Broken toy submits.

The Perfect Whore.

Bilara Bambi.
Logan Bibi Kitti Mille.
Combine them as one.

Ghost Lover.

She waits to serve me.
Chilly touches excite me.
Very rewarding.

Slug Fetish.

Slimey accolites.
Women well used by husbands.
Crawling on her skin.

Perfection.

Wordlessly waiting.
Long hair trailing down her back.
Skin glowing with lust.

Party Trick.

Rough hands gripping her.
Confused her shirt is open.
Garden slugs added.

Money.

All or nothingness.
Greatness can rise from the dirt.
Dirt can be bought cheap.

Whore.

Older than cities.
Security bought dearly.
Becoming more whore.

Wife.

The picture of love.
The prisoner of marriage.
Helpless to stop it.

OUR IMPERIAL PRES. WHO THINKS HE RULES BY EDICT RATHER THEN THROUGH CONGRESS

Here are a list of Federal laws that although Obama is sworn to uphold the laws of the USA & the Constitution, he has chosen to break &/or not enforce:

-Circumventing Congress to implement the "Dream Act" which was voted down to insure a certain class of illegal alien (Obama says 800,000 people, when actually it's 1.5 Million!) rights bestowed only to American citizens.

-Filing suits against states who try to enforce immigration laws that the Obama Administration has said they refuse enforce (including Az, Al, Ut, S.C.).

-Releasing a statement that the Obama Administration refuses to defend the Federal Defense of Marriage Act.

-Stating in a public memo that he (Obama Administration) will not enforce Federal law on internet gambling.

-In February, Obama granted waivers to states to not follow the Federal "No child Left Behind" Law.

-Obama fraudulently bailed out U.S. auto makers by defrauding shareholders of their ownership stake in the companies (they received NOTHING), and awarding the unions who support him with donations ownership in the bailed-out auto companies.

-Made "recess appointments" to the Federal Government when Congress WAS NOT in recess to avoid Senate confirmation hearings. This directly violates Federal Law and the Constitution. (Source: Lou Dobbs Tonight 6-18-12)

Liberals will immediately miss the point of this post & crow on about how he's the Pres. & he can do what he wants. This is totally ignorant & incorrect as he, like every Pres. before him, takes an oath & is bound to uphold Federal law and the U.S. Constitution. In every case listed above, Obama has shirked his responsibility and his oath, and in some cases broken Federal laws. And now today, Eric Holder of the Obama Justice Dept. will be facing contempt of Congress proceedings for a cover-up and lying to Congress under Oath in the "Fast & Furious" gun running scheme that resulted in the death of U.S. personel and over 200 Mexicans. This administration is coming to an end, either by election in Nov. or by impeachment....either way it can't happen soon enough.

n MUST Give Mandatory Spankings
It's hard to maintain consistency when we have such a busy schedule and especially when my husband is out of town during most weeks. Sometimes we get to put in one solid week of submission training and I can really tell a difference in how I feel and how our marriage is during those weeks that he's home.

A spanking keeps me in line, and it keeps most women in line although the mainstream is afraid to face it or admit it. At first it feels embarrassing to say you need to be spanked, but after a while you realize there's no shame in it. Men are leaders and that doesn't mean women can't lead, but it means that we are designed to co-lead with the man.

Women have a whole lot more hormonal and emotional things happening in their bodies and minds than men do. I don't know about you but sometimes I can't even control my emotions. Sometimes I feel sad for no reason or irritable for no reason and that's when a being brought over his knee helps to refocus my energy and bring me to a happier place.

If I go a few days without being held accountable I start to use bad language, I get a negative outlook, I get crabby and hateful and angry, and then I end up getting a hard punishment lashing instead of the normal daily maintenance. I'd rather have the daily discipline than the punishment one any day of the week.

My bum is an instrument of peace in our marriage. When my husband is angry with me, we don't have to fight, he simply pulls down my pants and gives me a spanking, during which he releases his anger and I submit and the argument dies right there.

Being spanked is a stress release for a woman, especially if you paddle her until she cries. Making her cry might seem mean at first, but it isn't, it's opening the dam of her emotions and helping her release it all. Sometimes women just need to cry and then the world is a better place. Sometimes it takes a man's belt on her bare ass to provide that release.

Men, women need rules because rules make us feel protected and safe. Also, when we break a rule we need immediate consequences because that makes us feel noticed and loved. There is nothing worse in a woman's heart than if she feels unnoticed, uncared for or unloved. The worse times in our marriage have been when I've felt ignored by him or less important than other people or other things or like he was neglecting what was important to me. Those are big danger areas for a woman and men need to be able to recognize those areas and fix what needs to be fixed. Sometimes just getting on a routine discipline schedule will fill in the gaps and show her how much she is loved.

Men, be ready for your woman to test you out in public with her words or attitude. She may not even consciously know it, but this is a test. She wants to see if you will be strong enough to hold the reigns and follow through on your rules. It isn't always possible to discipline in public, but if the opportunity is there, take it. It will make a huge difference in your marriage. If you're out at a movie or a restaurant and there is a designated "family restroom" that is one room with a locked door, take your wife in there, lock the door, bend her over the sink and give her a belting or a hand spanking. If you are driving, pull into a secluded spot, open both the front and back door on one side of the car, bend your wife over the back seat so that the view is blocked by both doors and give her a hard paddling. I know of men who have taken their wife out to the parking lot, sat in the backseat of their cars with their wife over their knee and given them a walloping without anyone knowing. There are ways to make it happen when it needs to. At the very least, if you cannot make it happen, take her by the arm and whisper in her ear that she is going to get it when you get home. Let her anticipate the spanking for the rest of the evening and then upon arriving home, administer it immediately.

By making her spanking a priority in your life, you are making HER a priority. By caring enough to enforce the rules, you are telling her that you care enough about HER to make her feel safe and protected. It all begins with your hand on her backside in a consistent and permeating way.

So, if you have an inconsistent pattern, this is what you need to do:

1. Mandatory spanking every morning and every evening that you are together. This MUST happen without fail. Make time for it. Do this for a period of 14 days total if your weeks are broken up with travel or two weeks consistently if you are both home.

2. Seven of these 14 days she must exercise an attitude of submission by coming to her husband and asking to receive a spanking. This is in addition to the regular morning and evening sessions. Whenever you are together, for lunch, the middle of the night, it doesn't matter when, the wife must exhibit submission by going to the husband, taking off her clothes and asking him to discipline her. She may bring him a tool or he may use his hand, take off his belt, a spatula, ping pong paddle, hairbrush, whatever is at his disposal.

3. Prior to the morning and evening session, the wife must be given anticipation and reflection time. This is time naked and either in the corner or in spanking position, reflecting on her behavior and anticipating the discipline he is about to administer. It doesn't have to be a long period of time, 1-3 minutes is adequate.

4. Spankings must be long and hard to be effective. If her bottom isn't bright red and burning hot then it is not going to be effective. Hard, fast swats get the point across the quickest.

After 14 days she should hurt to sit down. Her bottom should be sore but her heart will be warm and so will your marriage.

The Freudian Slip
An erotic, mostly true story (names omitted) of finding the love of my life.

It was my first marriage, but she already had a child when she was a teen. I met her when I was 35, she was 33 and her daughter was 18. She dedicated her life to her daughter and finally when her daughter turned 18, she decided it was time to slow down and find someone special. The honeymoon didn’t last that long in our marriage. I was always ‘too sexual’ for her, always ‘groping her inappropriately’. The final straw was when I found some emails and a text message about how she liked sucking on his dick before he stuck it in her ass. I was a broken man for a long time. I invested myself into my ex-wife 1000%. Her daughter was very beautiful, and I never even once hit on her, or made any moves.
After much therapy, I came out the other end ok. It’s been 15 years and I’m 50 years old now. Sometimes I’ll have anxiety, so I’ll go through my insurance and find a therapist or counselor. My insurance recommended a woman and I called to make an appointment. It took about a week, but the day came and I went to her office and low and behold it was my ex’s daughter (step daughter). She was a bit shocked to see me. She said she saw my name but she was sure it was someone else. She had beautiful long brown hair, nice hourglass figure, brown eyes and soft supple breasts seemingly not strapped in by a bra. She blushed, she knew I was looking.
“It’s been a long long time, dad. What have you been up to? What do you want to talk about today?”
“Well I don’t know how this works, perhaps this is a conflict of interest – because sometimes I think I have PTSD because of what happened between you and your mother. I’ve been ok I guess. Well obviously not perfect, because I’m here…”
“Oh, tell me more…” She said, looking me in the eyes. I shied away, looking down at the floor.
“Don’t be nervous, you can tell me anything.”
“I’ve never been married since your mother left me, I just didn’t want to be hurt again. I feel my life is just bland but I also don’t want to go through the physical and mental pain again.”
“Physical pain?” she asked.
“Depression, when I’m depressed my body aches horribly.”
“Understandable. So I’ll be honest with you, when I moved out and after she did that to you I broke contact with her,” she said still looking at me in the eyes, she smiled, “she ruined her own life to be honest, and she did her best to ruin yours too.”
I looked at her confused, “what do you mean she ruined her life?”
“Take a deep breath, dad.” She laughed, “Can I call you that?”
“Yes, of course. You never got to know your own biological father, so of course you can call me dad.”
“Good, we’re on a Freudian path” she laughed, then continued, “Dad listen, the guy she left you for had her hooked on some bad things. I was away at school and she was smoking meth and crack. The last time I saw her she was at a clinic and had track marks all up and down her legs from heroin usage. You dodged a bullet. She’s tested positive for HIV, and a bunch of STDs – probably from whoring herself out to get drugs. So I couldn’t handle being around her anymore so I cut ties with her. And I found it awful that she did that to you. You were always so nice to her, to me. You expressed your love in so many ways and she shit all over you. I looked up to you, always thinking that when I find a guy or girl that I’d want someone like you. Hell, when my mom met you I had a major crush on you. In a lot of ways I wish you would have kept in contact but I do understand the emotional trauma of what she did pushed you away. I did kind of stalk you, you’re pretty easy to find on Google, so I kept track of you but kept my distance because I didn’t want to remind you of the trauma mom had caused you and me too.”
I didn’t know what to say, it was a lot to take in.
“I just don’t know what to say, that’s horrible what happened to her,” I said, feeling a little bit of peace that the bitch was getting dragged through the sewer like the cunt she was.
She put a hand on mine, “It’s ok dad. You probably feel a lot of rage and anger and that’s why you’re here.”
I looked into her eyes and I melted. She absolutely was putting on the moves.
“Tell you what,” she said, “My last appointment is at 7:30 PM, so why don’t we catch up over some coffee? You’re a coffee drinker, right?”
“Uh, yeah absolutely.”
So I made plans to meet her after she got off at a well-known coffee shop (Starbucks). I was a bit worried that I was taking her kindness wrong, that I was mistaking it for being interested in me.
I got her cell number and left.
On my way to Starbucks she texted me, “What kind of coffee do you want? Already here – I got this round!”
So I texted her I just wanted the house coffee with cream and sugar.
She was sitting at a table with her laptop and I approached her and sat down.
She looked up and smiled, and then gestured around her, “look at all of these nosey people who can’t mind their own business when an attractive looking man sits down near a younger professional female. That’s human psychology, always judging, always making shit up in people’s heads.”
I laughed, “well, they have dirty minds then – forget them. How have you been all these years? You look absolutely stunning, and I’m not saying that out of turn – just letting you know you’ve grown into a very fine woman!”
She blushed, “And how does that line go…” she thought for a second, “you sir, have aged like a fine wine.”
I laughed, “you’re totally hitting on me.”
“I’ve got daddy issues, daddy. Seriously, my mother doesn’t know who she lost. I’ll be honest, I’d take pictures of you and masturbate to them, I had such a huge crush on you. You’d get my panties soaked just by giving me a hug, and well – just being around me, can confirm, you still do.”
My anxiety started to kick in, “is this a joke?”
“Absolutely not. I was so jealous of my mother, I wanted you so bad.”
My dick was getting hard.
“Yeah but you probably have someone special now, and I don’t want you to be unfaithful to them.”
“No, I’ve had a few girlfriends, but nothing serious at all. I’m a single girl enjoying my freedom. I didn’t charge you for the session today. I won’t ever charge you, ok?”
“So you’re a lesbian?” I asked.
“No, I swing both ways,” she laughed and spilled a little bit of her coffee.
“Yeah but I was your father for a few years and …”
“That’s what makes it so hot, you literally are my Freudian sexual fantasy, that step dad that every girl wants to fuck but never gets to fuck and here you are… and well, perhaps this pussy still has a chance?”
I was done talking, I haven’t had sex in years, “It absolutely does.”
We went back to my place, I was nervous as hell.
She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, “mom lied, she said you had an ugly little dick – this is a thick monster.”
Her lips wrapped around the head and she started sucking. I felt her open her mouth wider and I was in the back of her throat.
She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her bra off revealing her beautiful breasts, looking up into my eyes as she continued to suck me.
“Daddy, I want you to be bad….” I pulled my shirt off, she caressed my chest and her lips stopped sucking, and she kissed me on the lips, and then let her tongue work its way back down to my throbbing cock. She pushed me down on the sofa, and started going to town on my dick with a passion I’ve never seen before. With her mouth full of my throbbing meat, she’d moan. I felt like I was going to cum, and pulled her head off of my dick.
“Mmmm, daddy likes my mouth,” she said erotically, “wait until daddy’s dick get’s a taste of his daughter’s tight little pussy…”
“You’re a bad girl,” I whispered to her.
“You have no idea daddy, I’ve been a very bad girl.” She moved her naked body across mine, I could feel her soft warm breasts gliding on my skin. Her mouth enveloped mine, her tongue jutting inside my mouth and I could taste her sweet saliva. Her hips swiveled, teasing the head of my cock with her dripping wet pussy. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Mommy never wanted me to have a dick this good, daddy,” she said as she pushed down on my cock, taking all of me inside her wet, tight hole.
“Make me a good girl, daddy I’ve been so fucking bad!”
I smacked her ass with my hand hard, “Watch your mouth, you know better than to swear around me!”
“Oh yess daddy! I’m so sorry daddy, it’s just that your dick feels so fucking good in me.”
I spanked her again, even harder as her pussy massaged my cock. I grabbed her beautiful tits and licked her nipples. I felt her body tense up, her pussy locked on to my cock – all of her muscles tightened and she let out a scream and began bucking wildly.
“Oh fuck daddy, daddddy your cock is so good I’m cumming.”
I felt a flow of warmth dripping down my balls as she collapsed on top of me.
I held her tightly and kissed her forehead as she panted, I could feel her pussy muscles convulsing in pleasure around my hard dick.
She whispered, “daddy, I always wanted to taste your cum…”
She got up and knelt between my legs and started stroking my cock, then licking it with her tongue.
Her lips gently kissed the tip of my penis, and then she swallowed it. I could feel my balls tightening up, and she cupped them in one hand and stroked my cock with the other as she blew me.
I called her name, “I’m going to cum.”
She didn’t relent, she quickened her pace, sucking harder, stroking faster. I emptied my balls in her mouth. Pulsating over and over, cum sprayed into her warm wanting mouth. I could feel her gulping down each ejaculation as I lost complete control of my body. I grabbed her head and pulled her lips down to the base of my cock and kept coming in the back of her throat. She swallowed it all.
We decided to date, and after a few years we tied the knot. Some people might be wondering about the legalities, but I never legally adopted her. My ex-wife and I were only married for about 3 years. My “stepdaughter” moved out when she was 19, almost 20 – but she always treated me with respect and we were pretty good friends. The last we heard, my ex moved to another state, and she might have passed on from a drug overdose. Neither my new wife, nor I want to research it or find out. I guess that's what prompted me to write it on Motherless. She's Motherless - and has been for a long time it seems.
Anyhow: That’s how I met my second wife. We have a lot of fun, and we’re extremely in love and she’s pregnant now. She’s due in 3 months! Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes you have to walk through fire – but understand that things will eventually get better, it just might take some time.
No, that picture isn’t her – I chose it because it looks like her (so much so that it could be her twin lol).
We still do daddy daughter role playing! I’m also ok with her having some fun with women if she wants but she chooses not to.
“You fulfill my fantasies, daddy.”
Real? Fake? I don't really care if anyone believes it - I just needed to vent.
Peace.

Confession.

I am a 47 yo man with mild Asperger's. I've been married for ten years, with three small kids, and wife is pregnant (oops).

Had a great deal of trouble talking to girls when I was younger. Eventually, when I was 21 I started going to strip clubs which helped me overcome that to some extent. I was still a virgin until I was 29, when I finally worked up the nerve to visit a brothel, and lost it to a sweet Russian whore named Tanya. Spent the next five years going to the brothels of the 'Golden Triangle' once every week or two, and spending about $50 for 40 minutes of GFE sex with the Russian and Eastern European girls I found there. Most of them didn't speak much English, but in many ways that made it easier, since I didn't have to try to have a conversation with them. I had several scares with broken condoms, but thankfully I never caught anything.

During this time, I was also trying computer dating, but I never got much interest from the dates I went on, and never had a third date with any of the non-pro girls.

A couple of the prostitutes seemed to become very fond of me, wanting to see me outside of the brothel and even hinted at marriage, but I didn't think that was such a great idea.

Eventually the local pay-for-play scene went downhill, and I became more interested in settling down. I started dating a girl from India, and after about 16 months we got married. My wife had a lot of hang-ups about sex due to her upbringing. It particular, there is a large cultural taboo against cunnilingus in India, and it took me years to finally get her to relax enough to really enjoy it, although she still resists if she hasn't had a shower within the last couple of hours. Personally, I enjoy eating her out more first thing in the morning, when her cunt is a little funky. She's still pretty repressed in the sack, but I'm able to fantasize that she's more freaky, and it's usually enough.

She generally needs a lot of foreplay to get in the mood. What I usually do now (in the evenings, after the kids are asleep) is give her a hot oil massage. I start with her shoulders, her upper arms, and her lower back, delivering little kisses as I go. Then I move to her feet, calves, and thighs. I then start to work on her inner thighs and hips. After she's really worked up, I have her roll over, and massage her inner thighs a bit longer, before I start to nibble on her pussy through her panties. At that point I usually push them aside for a bit so I can get a taste. Then I tell her how sweet her cunt is and how fucking wet it has become, before I rip her panties off for real and start eating her out with abandon. After I get her off a couple of times, I move up to kiss her while I slide my cock into her.

I love to fantasize about breaking down all of her inhibitions. I imagine us on vacation in Bangkok, getting her drunk in the hotel room. Then I'd pretend to order a massage for her from the hotel, while I'm actually making an long-time outcall from a massage parlour. Then she would get a long sensuous rubdown, followed by the girl pushing my wife's panties to the side and eating her out, while my hidden camera records the whole thing. Then I would return to the room while they are sixty-nine'ing on the bed, and would join in for the rest of the night.

I also imagine planning a night of seduction while her sexy old niece is having a sleepover with our daughters. Getting my wife drunk, (she gets really horny when she's drunk), and eating her out for an hour, while her niece looks on through the partially open door and fingers herself. Fucking my wife in reverse-cowgirl with a blindfold over her eyes, as her niece slips into the room and gets closer and closer, overcome with lust. I dream of holding her arms behind her back as her virginal niece begins sucking on her tits, and keeping her from stopping her niece as she begins kissing her way down to where my dick is slowly pistoning in and out of her dripping snatch.

Unfortunately, my dreams of watching my wife going down on pretty girls is pretty damn unlikely. She has a mucus phobia, and can't stand touching anyone else's mucus, or even her own. I'm not sure she realizes that pussy cream is a kind of mucus, though, and she doesn't hesitate to DFK me after I've

Lately, our sex life has been going downhill. Since my doctor increased the dosage on my blood pressure meds, I've been finding it difficult to maintain an erection with her long enough for me to reach orgasm. I don't have any trouble reaching climax while jerking off, so the problem seems to be that while I'm focusing on getting her off in the tender way she likes, I'm not really able to remain aroused enough to get off myself.

This article is not dergndiag all families that are single or broken, it is just simply stating a fact that the optimal family is one that has a mother and a father in a loving relationship with each other and their children. This world is imperfect, people are imperfect and selfish, thus relationships are imperfect and inevitably break down. It is not ideal to have a single parent family. It is not ideal to have a no mother or no father, but two fathers or two mothers. The reality of life is that relationships breakdown, parents die, people are horrible to each other, to their children, and therefore, our birthright to a mother and father in a secure family is taken away. The ideal family doesn't happen the way it should for everyone, but it does happen for many I am one of these. This is ideal and this is our birthright. Don't go telling me that children of broken families do not wish that their parents were still together, or that their mother or father treated them better, or that their mother or father did not die when they were young, or that adopted children do not wish at some stage in their lives to find out about their biological families. It is their birthright which they did not recieve through no fault of their own, but does that mean we should willingly wish this upon generations yet to be born through advocating homosexual families. So, in support of this article, we do not want children to continue to miss out on a mother and father because the governments of this generation legislated that it was ok to let gay couples raise them as their own, knowing that they would be denied their birthright of a family combination of mother and father. Yes, there is such a thing as community role models, but how is this the same as knowing your own mother or your own father and being raised and influenced by them? The truth is that you are influenced the most in life by your own family and the way you were raised. I know gay couples are already allowed to adopt children, but we need to look at the bigger picture, for the benefit of our society and future generations. We cannot let marriage be normalised as anything goes, if it's love then it should be for anyone what ever the gender. It has been trashed by plenty of hetrosexual couples (ie Britany Spears, Hugh Heffner, your next door neighbour!), but in its true and honourable sense, it is meant for a man and woman to become mother and father and raise children. This is the ideal and we need to strive for this. It is what is best for society.

I needed a drink, had a shitty day at the office so I decided to go to an old dive bar I used to go to when I was in my 20’s. I’m in my 40’s now (just for reference). The wife was in one of her moods, just got her period so I really didn’t want to deal with her either. Also for reference, she is openly bi and we both have girlfriends on the side.
I get to the bar and it’s changed a lot. It turned into an alternative, emo, goth punk bar. I’m fine with that – good music. It was dark, the walls all painted black with some neon lighting here and there to make it look ‘spooky’ or whatever. I sat right at the bar, didn’t really look around to see who was there because I really didn’t give a fuck. I ordered a Newcastle from the bartender, a skinny guy with a pierced septum, weighted earrings on each ear, tats down his arms etc, standard “hey I’m alternative,” look.
On my third beer I looked up because there was quite a ruckus. A beer bottle smashed on the floor and a woman was yelling at someone, “fuck you cunt.” The bouncer who was at the door nearly half asleep attended to the situation and ejected a tall skinny blonde girl, maybe in her mid-twenties, drunk off her ass. I shrugged it off. “One more beer and I’m done,” I told the bartender. He went to get me another beer out of the tap.
“Hi.” I heard a sweet voice say.
I looked over and saw this petite, pale skinned pixie cut beauty looking right into my eyes. Instantly, my brain exclaimed, “I’d hit that, damn.”
“Hello,” I replied back. She plopped right down next to me on the bar stool.
“You’re a bit old for this bar aren’t you?”
I smirked, laughed a bit and looked at her again. Damn she was fucking hot. Small little perky tits hidden under that black shirt, I was eying her and she could tell easily.
“Back in the day this was my default bar. I was in the punk scene, in a few bands, I had my fun for an old fuddy duddy,” I told her with a smile.
She nudged my shoulder still making eye contact, “you’re not that old.”
“I feel like it. What happened back there?” I asked pointing to the broken glass being cleaned up.
She looked down, whatever I said hit her hard.
“My girlfriend just broke up with me because she’s a cunt,” she said.
“Oh, that sucks I’m sorry to hear that. Shit happens, you’ll find someone else. Plenty of fish and all that.”
“We weren’t in love or anything,” she said looking a bit depressed.
“Yeah you were, you look like your heart has been ripped out of your chest.”
“Fuck that cunt,” she said taking a swig of her drink.
I was trying to be cool, “she was vulnerable and this is a great opportunity to get some pussy,” by other brain began whispering to me. The chess game began.
“You’ll find another girl, you’re pretty,” I told her.
“Yeah, I can get the best of both worlds I’m not limited, I’m not a dyke, I’m bi.”
Bingo. Almost checkmate.
“That is cool, my wife is bi. She’s gone through a few girlfriends but finally found one she likes and gets along with, so I can identify with what you’re saying” I told her after I took a sip of my beer.
“You let your wife fuck other women? You’re a freak bro,” she said laughing.
“Yeah, we’re in an open marriage, so…”
“Oh bullshit, now you’re just trying to get in my pants you dirty old man,” she drank more.
“Hold on,” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called my wife. She picked up.
“Hey babe, there is this cute chick at the bar that doesn’t believe we’re in an open marriage, you want to talk to her?”
She did. I gave this girl my phone and said, “talk to my wife about it.”
They were on the phone for a good 5 minutes. I finished up my beer and pulled out a few bucks to tip the bartender.
When she was done talking to my wife, she handed my phone back.
“Hey babe, I’ll see you in a few minutes I’m coming home,” I told my wife and hung up.
“You’re leaving? You seem cool as fuck. Don’t leave yet. Buy me a drink!”
I did, but I also texted my wife that I was staying because this chick seemed interested in me.
It was getting late, I had to put on my “A game” if I was going to get this pussy – but it seemed like this girl already had me pinned.
“So, if we’re going to fuck your wife says you have to wear a condom. They sell condoms in the men’s bathroom.”
“I have condoms in my car, wife insists,” I smirked.
“You can come back to my place or we could get a room,” she said. I was in, “holy fuck,” mode. This never ever happens.
“My name is Mike,” I said.
“Irene,” she said a bit bashfully.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just that… I’ve never been with an older guy, it’s always been a fantasy of mine though.”
“How old are you?” I asked.
“22, just turned it yesterday as a matter of fact.”
“I’m twenty years older than you Irene.”
“Good, daddy,” she said laughing her ass off.
We went back to Irene’s place, a small studio apartment a few miles away from the bar. I followed her car.
Irene, she stood about 4ft 11inches tall (maybe 5ft), maybe 90lbs max, could have been less. She was half Korean and Polish, a perfect mix of beauty from both cultures. She had jet black pixie cut hair, small perkey B cups, pearl white skin and a beautiful ass that could easily start a war. She was a perfect 10. I’ve never had a perfect 10 in my life and this moment was like a fucking dream. Conspiracy thoughts started running through my head, “this is a setup, and there is no way this is happening.” I kept my guard up.
We sat on her old beat up couch and she made the first move. Her red lips touched mine an my tongue swept gracefully into her mouth. She began to moan and unbutton my pants. Her soft hands slid down inside my pants and underwear. She stopped. She froze.
“Holy fuck,” she said smiling.
“What?”
“That’s going to hurt!” she exclaimed as she tugged on my erect cock.
“I’m not that big!” I told her.
“Whoever told you that is a fucking idiot,” she said stroking my cock more, closing her eyes and kissing me.
The thing is, I’m not that big. Fuck. I’m a guy, I’ve measured it. I’m thick, but it only measures out to 6.5 inches. I think once I cheated the ruler and it was 7 inches. It’s just a normal cock, nothing like you see railing petite women in porn. I’ve always viewed it as nothing to be excited about.
I cupped her breasts, they were soft and warm. Her nipples were nice and pointy. Perfect buds. I took her top off and damn near ripped her pants and panties off. She was naked and gorgeous.
“Holy shit, you’re a goddess!” I panted as she stroked me.
She pulled my pants down, took my shirt off and she started giving me oral. Her small mouth couldn’t fit me all inside. I felt like a hung porn star for the first time in my life. She couldn’t even get half way down my shaft. Maybe her BJ skills needed improvement, but still – the perspective I saw it from made me feel like I had a huge cock!
My fingers began to work her pussy as she sucked on me, and she was tight. I was going to have a problem getting my dick in her. She was so petite and small, I don’t think her frame would be able to handle me. She’s 4’9” and I’m 6’2” tall.
She pushed me back to lay down and she climbed on top of me. I could feel her pussy dripping wetness on my cock.
“The condom,” I panted.
She impaled her tight wet pussy on my hard cock. She screamed and began bucking me in and out of her. Her pussy was super tight. I could feel the head of my cock knocking on her cervix as she pushed all of me deep inside her. I was already feeling my nuts tighten up because an orgasm was coming. I’ve never been a minute man, ever.
I thought of something else. I tried to focus on something else so I wouldn’t bust a nut right away.
It wasn’t working. I stopped her.
“You’re too tight!” I said, “hold on.”
I went down on her and tasted her sweet pussy. She was shaved accept for a small jet black tuff of hair right above her slit. Her pussy was well kept, slight odor but nothing horrible at all. She began bucking as I licked her, telling me where to lick. It took a good 30 minutes until she let loose with an orgasm that seemed as if she was having an epileptic seizure. Her screams woke the neighbors who started pounding on the walls. She laughed.
I sat back down on the couch after eating her out.
“Your turn,” she mounted me again, she must like to ride.
I came really quick. Not even going to lie. I was in her for like five minutes and I exploded.
She was bucking me in and out of her, her hips swiveling and riding me perfectly and my cock was in heaven.
“I’m going to cum,” I told her as I felt my cock become harder and my nuts tighter.
“Cum in me daddy, I want your cum!”
She intensified her thrusts and gyrations. I felt her clasp my cock with that tightness and I began to ejaculate. Each pulsation of cum sprayed inside her as my hands grabbed her ass and pushed her down on my cock more. Deeper and deeper I pulsated inside of her. I moaned and groaned with each and every thrust. I wanted to pass out. Holy shit. Best sex ever. It felt so good, it was beyond words.
We exchanged numbers, she’s actually come over to our house for dinner a few times. Wife is jealous because Irene is so beautiful. I reassured my wife I wasn’t going to leave her. Irene has suggested that we start dating, that I dump my current girlfriend and have a relationship with her. I told her that I would think about it, but that she needs to know her place if she wants a relationship with me. My wife is the primary, and she is secondary to everything. She was a little insulted but agreed because as she stated, “I’m new to this lifestyle so I have a lot to learn, daddy.”
The wife and I don’t have any children. Wife didn’t want to have any. This chick Irene calling me daddy and being 20 years younger than me, letting me cum in her… well, I’ve got my fantasies too.
LOL, this shit is going to get me in trouble.
*No that isn't a picture of her, it's how she looks though (Irene is a bit thinner).

I confess that the worst thing I done was married a a very good looking woman.  I’m 44 now and she’s 41 she shill looks like 20 and our marriage has broken down she’s out to find another man and there’s no shortage of takers for her.

warning to any younger men out there hanging on to a girl because she’s hot remember that she can swap you out anytime she has enough of you.

I am looking for as many opinions as possible, from anyone. I am not a police officer nor do I have any connections to law enforcement or any governmental agency. I am a private citizen doing research on a subject. I am not here to judge you, sting you, rat on you, whatever. I don't care if you are a sex offender, someone with fantasies, or someone who is completely against the taboos discussed in this topic. I am a former student in Criminology (the study of criminal behavior). My younger brother is a convicted sex offender, sentenced to spend at least another 15 years (his offense was non-violent, and there was no actual victim involved- he was surfing chat rooms for adult porn. Another user sent him a hard drives worth of cp that flooded his whole comp with viruses that caused a whole bunch more cp to come in automatically. The perp also attached viruses that took screenshots of the hard drive, including credit information, then ripped my brother off while he was in prison. One of the cp files had an attachment courtesy of the FBI that ended up screwing him). Due to his case, I took an interest in so called "sexual deviants" and the studying of paraphilias. For one assignment, I had to choose an offender to interview. The instructor put up a list in the class with no information, just a number. At the end of the class, the number we chose from the list was the number file the instructor gave to us. That way, we did not know anything about the offender we were to interview prior to us choosing the case (I guess this way those that were squeamish could not avoid the assignment, and those that were way too interested in the subject could not choose a specific offender they were interested in. We had to work the case, no matter what. My subject seemed to be rather normal- he was a former intern for a doctors office that treated convicted sex offenders and broken families that had been hurt through domestic violence, rape, pedophilia, molestation, etc. During his employment, it was discovered he was stealing case files from the office and using them as masturbatory materials. After several months of lifting files from the office and fantasizing, he decided to act on the fantasy. He began dating a woman with young toddler age children, and gain their trust. One day while his girlfriend was at work, he hit her two year old daughter so hard that her brain severed itself from the spinal cord due to severe whiplash. She remained the rest of her life on life support in a hospital in a coma, as a vegetable due to this. Her mother finally took her off life support at age 4. During his incarceration, the subject was diagnosed with a brain tumor that had been growing in him since he was a teenager, and had it removed. After the removal, his urges seemed to subside for awhile. But after several months, he found himself masturbating in his prison cell to the same violent fantasies as before. Concerned the tumor came back, he went in for an emergency checkup. The doctors saw no return of the cancer, and no other neurological abnormalities in the brains function, and all chemical levels seemed to be balanced. Intrigued by this, I began doing background on the subject. He lived a normal childhood, in a normal middle class family. He was a a B average student all through school, had normal relationships and friendships with peoeple in his own age group, and had no sign of severe mental illness traits in either him or his family. Aside from his conviction and sexual urges, there was nothing in his environmental or physiological traits/background that would point to his reason for these desires other than the brain tumor. I discussed my subject with a neurologist who said the tumor could have changed the chemistry of the brain, but due to current scientific limitations, this isn't showing on any modern test. A sex therapist I went to for a professional opinion saaid that though the tumor caused the imbalance and urges to begin with, the reason she believes the urges continue is due to the fact that his sexuality was de-sensitized during his experience, and this is the only way he knows and is attracted to in order to orgasm. He does truly feel remorse for what he did, and most likely will not offend again if he can maintain the minimal self control he demonstrates by keeping his fantasies as fantasies and not trying to make them reality, while continuing therapy and treatment.

When asked what he thinks of during masturbation, he began recalling the case files he stole from his previous job: the man who tied his wife to a chair in the kitchen, then called their young 1 year old toddler in the room and began beating her while the mother was forced to watch. The mother/father team who beat, molested, and eventually began a full incest relationship (including a so-called marriage ceremony when one of the girls had her first period, and the father took the daughter into a pedophilic polygamous relationship- the girl was 11) all 4 of their children since before they could walk, and were not caught until the oldest child was in her mid-20s. The other mother/father rape team- a young woman (age 24) would masturbate while watching/video recording her husband (age 27) with their daughter (age 4) beating, slapping, pulling hair, choking, throwing, and twisting/locking her joints to the point of severe pain. They apparently also filmed several child rape videos with the child. I compared cases with another student in the class- her subject was found to be in a pedophilic incestuous relationship with his 7 year old daughter. He started with her when she was barely a newborn, performing oral on her, and masturbating/ejaculating on her. When she was 2, he sodomized her for the first time, and this activity continued until he was arrested. By the time she was 3, she was performing oral sex on him. When she was 7, he raped her vaginally. During school the next day, she went to the nurse with severe stomach pains. When the nurse was examining her, she noticed a large amount of spotted blood near the childs crotch area, and had the girl admitted to a hospital. That is when the sexual abuse was discovered, and the investigation began. When interviewed in prison, he showed no remorse, guilt, or shame in what he had done, claiming that he loves his daughter in the same way a man loves his wife, and believed he was showing acts of love whenever he touched or had intercourse with the child. His background is not unusual for someone who displays this type of behavior- rough childhood, parents who abused alcohol and drugs, physically abusive father who left the family for a stripper when subject was 9. His mother eventually abandoned him at age 15 on the street, since him living at home meant she couldn't afford her drug habit. He was in and out of jail as a teenager, and was raped at 13 by an older cell mate. The girl he was convicted of abusing was mothered by a prostitute the subject was dating, and has since improved her life as a healthy and happy young adult who runs support groups, and an inspirational speaker who specializes in abused women and children.

I am not here to pass judgement, support any viewpoint or suggestion, and am looking to remain completely neutral regarding any of this. I am mainly looking at it from a scientific point of view, and have a few curiosities on the subject.
Since my class, I have had the same questions mulling around my head, so I figured I would bring them to a board where I can find what seems to be a large variety of people (both those attracted to children, and otherwise):
1. How do you feel about the idea of a relationship with a child being sexual?
2. If you are sexually attracted to children, how do you define your attraction? Is it based out of power and control? Do you feel you are loving the child?
3. What is your take on offenders whose actions were less sexual and more violent? (IE, offenders who receive sexual satisfaction or fantasy out of watching women/children be hit, cry, or abused)
4. Do you have fantasies of violence, or love when it comes to children?
5. Are the children yours, or someone elses?
6. Do you have anything in your background that would influence your opinion? If so, what?
7. Do you feel modern day society has a large influence on your decision? Follow up question- how much sex and violence have you been exposed to throughout your life? (movies, magazines, games, books, interests, etc)

Thank you for reading my study, and any answers are appreciated.