I am a white male a I think black men are the superior race. I think we should give them all are white women to fuck and breed with. I think this world should be ruled by the black man and all the white men should be forced to be there sissy sex slave. here is a link to the new world order run by the black man. http://blacknewworldorder.com/home.html

Hello fellow perverts as well as completely normie people who just happened to run into my post by some bizarre coincidence. Today I'd like to talk to you about my formicophilia kink which is the use of insects, bugs and other small creatures such as worms and snails for achieving sexual pleasure. In my case, it's all about ants and snails.

In my post I'd like to answer some questions that are likely to spring up inside your head on learning that someone could be into something this strange and bizarre, namely:

1. How did it start?
2. What does it feel physically?
3. Can it result in an orgasm?
4. Is it safe?
5. Isn't that some form of animal abuse?
6. What does it feel like to be into something like this?
7. Am I actually attracted to ants and snails?

So let's start with the beginning. There wasn't a single moment in my life leading up to or proceeding the discovery of my formicophilia fetish when I'd think "wow, these bugs are so sexy, want to have sex with them". Nope. It all came down to simple curiosity. On one sunny day probably back when i was still a teen I just happened to look at a random trail of ants and asked myself a very important question: "What would it feel like to have my penis bitten by an ant?" By that time I was already very cold-headed about sexual stuff and by that I mean, I wasn't particularly bothered by the fact that the thing I was considered doing could be viewed as crazy, disgusting or anything like that. I was like "it's just some ants, whatever". I should also mentioned that prior to this moment, I probably didn't even see any formicophilia related video on the internet and I had really no particular expectations. I was certainly allowing the possibility that I'd end up completely disappointed.

So, being a determined to satisfy my curiosity I collected some common black ants into a small jar and soon after that I found myself with the tip of my penis stuck halfway into the jar. The ants started to bite my glans almost immediately and... it felt ok. Nothing too painful but nothing spectacular either. It was however good enough for me to realize that there may be something more into this.

After that I started experimenting with new species, including ants that are bigger as well as those that sting. As you can probably guess by the fact I'm still into this, the results were much better. How much better?

This leads us to answering the second question and let me start by saying that nothing has ever brought me so close to the tears of pure joy in reaction to a physical pleasure as having my penis bitten in just the right way by a single ant, less than one centimetre in length. I kid you not, when that happened I realized that everything I knew thus far about my sexual organ and how sensitive it is was false. It was like I unlocked the next level of sensitivity in my penis and everything I experienced up to that point was just a boring warm-up. It's the sort of experience you just want to share with people, telling them that everything they thought they knew about the world thus far was wrong...

But ok, that's an extreme example, it happened only a handful of times and didn't last long enough to make me cum which is very unfortunate.

On average though, it's still an extremely pleasant and stimulating experience. You know, ants have mandibles that are riddled with small, sharp, pointy spikes and it's those spikes that are so amazingly good at stimulating the nerves inside the sensitive tissues of human erogenous zones. When they bite, it's like you're getting pinched in a way that's design to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

As for the stinging ants, these that I tried hardly bite at all and it's all about them stings. And let me tell you, they're just as well adapted for bringing humans sexual pleasures as the biting species. I don't consider myself a masochist and I'm very pain averse, but the feeling produced by having my glans stung by a red ant is nothing like pain to me. It's just a pure pleasure spilling all over my organ, activating all the nerves that normally stay dormant. It takes just one sting to give me a ranging erection and cause my penis to drip pre-cum uncontrollably. It also turns up my sensitivity levels all the way up to 100 making everything else feel better too and not just for a moment but for days so even the regular masturbation with my hand becomes a much more intense experience.

Now, you may be wondering can biting or stinging make mu cum on it's own? The answer is a resounding yes, at least when it comes to biting. I already mentioned that one example of being brought to the verge of orgasm by a single ant but who said we have to limit ourselves to just one ant. Unless I'm in a very remote area which I know no people ever visit, in which case I may decide to have some fun out in the open, I usually collect ants from an anthill into a plastic bag and then take them to my place where I usually apply them one at a time making sure they're all biting nice and deep. However, on at least one occasion I decided to stick my penis inside that ant filled bag (filled may be an overstatement, probably less than 20 ants in there) and within less than two minutes, their bites made me cum, completely hands-free (no skin pulling at the base or anything like that) without any prior stimulation. That was sweet. As for the stinging species, I've never came just from the stings but it felt really close at times. But to be honest, I still haven't experimented with all the possible variations just yet, for example there is this one species with which I only ever played outside but perhaps if I brought it home and was more strategical about application the results would be better leading to an orgasm.

As for the safety, I think there is essentially nothing to fear. Ants are pretty clean animals because the safety of their colony depends on there being no fungi or parasites. Also, the species that I use are too small to possibly break the skin.

The biggest risk is probably overdosing that is, using too many ants at the same time which can be rather unpleasant. I did make that mistake with both the biting and stinging ants. In the first case, inspired by one video I've seen posted here on Motherless, I literally put my penis on top of an anthill that was swarming with ants but that quickly proved to be the wrong choice as instead of getting bitten, my dick got mostly sprayed with formic acid and since I've got no kink for that, it wasn't fun. This ended up with some skin peeling off of my penis. Just to be sure though, that was a very superficial damage that didn't really cause any real pain or discomfort, it simply looked a little bit ugly for a couple days.

As for the stinging species, turns out filling up my shorts with angry ants wasn't such a good idea and after a couple of steps my dick and area around it was in a very serious pain.The swelling and itching that followed was also rather unpleasant. Here I should note though, that swelling only occurs when you overdose the stings, you can actually take quite a few without any noticeable swelling, especially to the glans themselves. I also tried getting my nipples stung and there wasn't much swelling to talk about either. Not sure what the effects on the clitoris or labia would be but it can't differ too much.

So yeah, if you let the horniness take over, you may suffer a little bit, but that is probably applicable to all sorts of sex related activities. Of course, there is also an issue of potentially being allergic to certain substances in ant's venom but that goes for everything too. I should also stressed that after all the times I played with ants, there is no visible scaring, loss of sensitivity or any other unwanted side effect.

Ok, so now let's talk about snails, like the one you see in the picture attached to my post. First of all, how did I get started with snails? Here the reason is a little bit different as I was already into formicophilia by the time I learnt about using snails for sexual stimulation and it all started with some random videos I found on the internet. If you type "snail porn" into google and search by pictures, or videos you'll find the links the the same videos that were inspiration for both my kink and eventually led me to post my own content.

My first attempt was with a very tiny garden snail with a shell probably 1.5 cm long. After seeing giant snails used in those videos I mentioned earlier, I had little hope of getting much out of it but boy, was I wrong. Almost immediately after placing the snail at the base of my penis I started feeling something stirring up inside me and the higher the snail climbed alongside my frenulum, the more intense the feeling was. I was basically at the verge of cumming but for reason I don't remember very well now I decided to remove the snail from my skin. Had he crawled over my skin for just 5 or 10 extra seconds, I would have ejaculated for sure, hands free at that.

However, for the reasons I'll discuss later I wasn't feeling comfortable using wild snails found outside plus I really wanted a big snail on my penis which in turn led me into getting myself some pet Giant African Snails which in case you're wondering, are very easy and cheap to maintain although if you're living in the States, they're illegal there since they're considered an invasive species. Fast forward to today and I'm using my pet snails for sexual stimulation regularly.

If I were to describe the feeling I'd use adjectives such as wet, messy, relaxing, subtle and gentle. In a sense giant snails are the opposite of ants because where ants apply a very concentrated pleasure into a very small area in a pretty sudden manner, with snails, it's all much more spread and sublime.

Perhaps the biggest testimony of how nice it is to have their smooth bodies tightly glued to my penis is the fact that they make me cum on a regular basis and all it takes is for my to hold my dick slightly at the base. The lovely part is how gradual the buildup towards orgasm is while using them. When it comes to sex I live by the rule that it's always best to do things as slowly as possible and snails are just perfect in this respect, in fact they may be better than anything else I ever tried.

Now, as far as the safety is concerned, the reason why I opted for pet snails that were born in captivity is because upon doing my research on snails prior to using them I discovered that they can actually carry some parasites. Pretty much all articles I've read indicated that the only mode of transmission worth worrying about was a direct digestion of the snail itself but I still didn't feel comfortable letting the slime of a wild snail drain down my urethra so that's why I chose to keep my own snails instead. This pretty much ensures that they can't come into contact with any nasty parasites, and in case there were any, they'd die, since snails are merely intermediate hosts.

I bet there will be some people claiming that it's still dangerous but for me personally putting a snail on my dick seems much safer and hygienic than eating raw meat, letting a dog lick my face, or engaging in anal sex that can literally result in feces being forced down the urethra.

Now you may thinking that "wait a moment, isn't that some sort of animal abuse?!".

Let's start with ants because in their case the matter is basically settled already. Ants are simple insects and according to science they're unconscious, little, biological robots programmed to survive and reproduce. They do not have sentience. An ant has no conscious desire to live or to avoid pain, it's just acting according to its evolutionary programming. Ants are in this sense no different than grass or viruses or even plastic toys really and the fact ants are alive has no influence here because life is not a magical property by any means. In other words, you could just as well argue that stepping on the grass is also an abuse and thus immoral.

With snails, the matter is almost equally simple because despite being much bigger in size, they don't have brains and they're believed to be unconscious as well. Is there like a 0.0000000000001% chance that maybe my snails do have some sort of primitive consciousness and they don't like when I'm putting them on my dick? There may be. But it would be ridiculous to suggest that I should respect that probability so much so as to stop using them because by that logic, that is, if we agreed that even the tiniest risks (in this case, the infinitesimal chance that my snails are feeling some sort of primitive discomfort) should be considered more important than the benefits (in this case, giving me, a human, a conscious being a great deal of physical pleasure) we'd live in a perpetual state of paralysis unable to make any choices. Furthermore, it's not exactly possible to force snails into doing anything because if they're really unhappy, they can simply hide inside their shells or refuse to stick to a given surface. So it's probably safe to assume being on my penis isn't exactly the end of the world for them.

Lastly, I think any person attacking my fetish on the grounds that it's immoral or unethical should first have a look at the real source of animal abuse which is the meat production. Most people eat waaaaay more eat than they need to survive or to stay healthy even though they have access to and can afford switching to a green diet. They just like the taste of meat or are too lazy to change their habits. What I'm trying to say here is that if you're fine with your friends eating meat even if they don't need to, and you think that's fine, then you have absolutely zero grounds for thinking I'm doing anything wrong.

But it's not that I think I'm doing something that is merely less wrong than the thing someone else is doing even if that other thing is worse by many orders of magnitude (commissioning the killing of a cow with a high capacity for consciousness vs putting a snail, an organism with probably no capacity for consciousness on a penis). I don't think I'm doing anything wrong at all.

This brings us to the last question which I think people may have which is how I feel about my own fetish. Do I feel guilt, shame, would I get rid of it if I could? Or maybe I'm somehow proud of it? The answer is, it's alright. I'm not proud of something I had no real influence over, I didn't choose to enjoy having my dick bitten by ants or covered in slime by snails. And I don't feel shame or guilt. Like I said, I don't think I'm doing anything even remotely wrong on moral terms. I also don't think it's dirty or disgusting, I think anal sex is genuinely much more gross than whatever I can possibly do with ants or snails. And I wouldn't get rid of my kink even if I could. How would that even look like? Suddenly they'd make my penis insensitive to the bites? That sounds more like making me objectively worse off.

It does feel a little bit nice though, knowing that I'm experiencing something that so very few people in the world have the opportunity to experience. The fact it's such a taboo and forbidden fruit arguably makes it even more hotter.

We're nearing the finish line so let me just stress once again that I do not feel attracted in any way to insects or snails. I never look at them in a way that is similar to the way I look at attractive women. Instead I view them more like object or tools, similar to the way I treat sex toys. Yes, they're alive but that really isn't as important as some people think it is. Being alive simply means the machinery is working and can produce new machines. The relevant part is consciousness and capacity for it which both ants and snails lack which means it justifiable to treat them in the same way as inorganic matter. When i discovered that ants and snails can be use to achieve sexual satisfaction it was like when I first used a fleshlight or a vibrator. I didn't fell in love with those toys, it's just that now I'm aware of what they're capable of. I'm saying this not because I think actually finding insects attractive (if there even are such people) is something to be ashamed of but to show, that you can use and enjoy them regardless of that.

Actually, I'd lie if I said I didn't think that people should give formicophilia a try. At the worst you'll get to experience something unique, at best you'll discover a new form of pleasure that will be at your disposal for the rest of your life. I'd especially recommend formicophilia to all BDSM people. If you guys and girls enjoy beating, crushing, strangling, whipping, piercing and all these other things, then I see no reason why you shouldn't enjoy playing with insects, not just ants, but I think ants are the best and perfect for beginners. In general, any self-respecting sadist or dom should consider using ants on their partners.

Lastly, let me also note that overall I'm just a guy, I study, I have a functioning family, friends, as well as many other hobbies and interests. Formicophilia is just a small part of who I am. I mention this because all too often kinky people are viewed with the assumption that their kink is what fundamentally defines them, that it's somehow their essential characteristic and everything else is just build on top of that. But that's just pure nonsense to me. If you meet me in the real world you'd never guess what I'm into unless I just told you. The same applies to all people.

I hope that proved at least somewhat interesting. Feel free to ask me questions regarding anything, especially if you're unconvinced by anything that I wrote. And if you want to see more examples of formicophilia in action, feel free to visit my profile since I'm going to upload my stuff regularly, for the foreseeable future.

Part A1: Sisters night out [rest of the story on my profile :) ]
Hey guys it's me Anna again :DD. SAM said I should mark the parts I write with an A (like A1 you see). Anyways this is about a party in the time before I got married to Jimmy.
Well Patty said I should enjoy life as long as I wasnt married yet (little did she know that I enjoyed it very much with SAM ;) ). She also wanted to spend more time with me before I would be occupied with my husband all the time. So she invited me to said party (quick reminder - I was like 28 at that point and Patty 19 - legal drinking age is 18 here). I asked her if Brian (her BF at that time) would come too, but she only laughed and told it was kinda a sorority party - no boys allowed. Whats the fun in that? Patty said I could meet new girl friends there, maybe some of the girls were married as well and could give me advice. So I agreed to come. "Dresscode" or theme was black and white, masks in black and white would be handed out at the entrance. Then Patty added:"Oh and please dont embarrass me - No one with tits like you should wear a bra. Dont hide what you got! Dress as sexy as you can, or else I might tell everyone I dont know you..." We laughed but she made sure to tell me again that the no-bra-rule was actually a thing.

So before the party I took a shower. First thing I did after was my hair. I prepped them to be a bit curly. But for the first part of the party I wanted them in a pony tail, so I had something to show off / change during the course of the event. When I was done I watched myself in the mirror and was pleased with myself. Then Jimmy walked in, seeing me all naked. He came up to me and kissed me. We made out for a few seconds. Like almost always when we were kissing for longer than a few moments I thought about how much better SAM was at kissing. When our lips parted, Jim was staring lustfully at my chest. I could see the bulge in his pants.
Me:"Sweety, I got to get ready for the party... I only have time for a blowjob."
His face turned grim then bright over the course of the sentence.
J:"You always deliver. You're truly the best wife in the world."
I smiled and removed his pants. Kneeling before him I sucked him off. His dick tasted good. He always kept it super clean and it always tasted a bit like soap. SAM's dick always tasted more... meaty/natural I would say. After a minute I felt Jimmys dick explode in my mouth. I swallowed it all. Grinned at him.
J:"Thank you babe."
Me:"You're welcome."
He then left me alone. He never kissed me after a BJ. I had gotten used to that. I touched my crotch. Yep, a little bit wet. I wiped it off and put on some black panties. Checked myself in the mirror. I love dressing up. I took a black band as a necklace. Took a picture for SAM. He always appreciates the pictures I send him. Then I finally put on the dress. Plain black. No straps. Sweetheart neckline. Tight all around. It was so short, it barely covered my ass. Another picture for SAM.

When I was ready I called Patty. I drove to her house and we would take a taxi from there. Patty wore a plain white dress, just as short as mine but with straps. It was so low cut, her tits looked like they might pop out at any minute. She looked gorgeous. We ordered a taxi and few minutes later we were on our way. The taxi driver kept staring at us and we giggled like teenagers. When he asked where we were going, Patty told him about the party and about the no boys rule. The driver seemed disappointed and drove the rest of the way in slience.

When we arrived at the house, we were greeted by two girls, one in knee-long white dress, the other one in the same dress but in black. They both wore masks the opposite color of their dresses. Patty seemed to know them but didnt bother introducing me. I got handed a white mask and Patty recieved a black one. We put them on and went in. We met the hostess, who wore a black and white dress. The left half was white, the right half was black. Her eyes were covered by a mask which was left-black and right-white. When I saw her, I immediately understood why Patty asked me to dress sexy. The hostess was hot as fuck in her dress. She didnt have big tits, but the dress fit her so well, she surely had to be the sexiest woman in the whole house (not counting me and Patty, I didnt count us into the rating ;) ).
Patty seemed to know her as well, they kissed each other on the cheek and then even a short kiss on the mouth. When it was my turn, I only got cheek-kissed. We went deeper into the house. It was dimly lit but there was black lights. It looked awesome with all the white dresses. Patty greeted some more girls, we got ourselves drinks and started chatting with some of Patties friends. I looked around in the room. This was the living room, even though the couch had been moved out to make space. I was wrong when I assumed that the hostess was the hottest girl here. All of the girls were looking amazing.

Me and Patty drank together for a while, getting in the mood. The music was turned up and some space was cleared as a dance floor. Patty wanted to dance but I was hesitant. I got another drink and walked around the house a bit. I saw myself in the mirror by chance - the white mask looked really shitty to my black outfit. I found the hostess again and asked her if I could get a black mask. She said I should find someone to swap so I went around the house more. I found another big room with music playing. Everyone was dancing to the beat, but the moves were still shy. I couldnt just stand there, I had to move as well. I found a small group of girls and joined their circle. after a while one of them went into the middle of the circled and showed her moves. She knew what she was doing. After a few 10 seconds she pulled in another girl and got back in the cicle. Now that girl danced like there was no tomorrow. She wore a white dress and a black mask. While dancing, she was looking at me. Smiling. When the time came, she grabbed my arm, danced with me for a moment and then flung me in the circle. Now I know how to mesmerize men, but women? I was not to sure. But I still tried. I started slowly, using my hips a lot. My hands moved from my hips to my chest. Then it got faster (and too hard to explain ^.^) until it was my turn to get out of the cicle. I picked the girl next to the one dancing before me. I tried asking her for her name, but she signaled that she didnt understand and that we should go elsewhere. So we went upstairs. We chatted a little, then I asked her for her mask.
She said:"Okay, but you have to show me your tits."
Me:"My tits?"
Her:"Yeah, they look so great I wanna seem them. Come on, just a peek."
I blushed. But then I thought "what the hell, why not. She is a girl... so what.."
So I took of my mask and pulled down my dress a bit. After 5 seconds I covered myself again. She gave me her mask and said "see you later" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. That whole thing had me turned on. Then I had an idea. I took off the band, opened my ponytail. I found a bathroom and looked at myself. I looked like a completely different girl. I went downstairs again and looked into the dance room where my sister was. I didnt see her, but thats no wonder in a room full of white dresses. So I went on the dance floor. Here there were no groups, everyone was dancing for themselves. I danced my way through the masses. Then one girl next to me started touching me. I reacted spontaneously and pulled her closer to me. We were grinding on each other before long. I was turned on. I looked around. All the other girls were kinda pairing up too. Some already went for boobs. Some were kissing. And I finally saw Patty. She was kissing a girl in a white dress. My partner had lost interest in me and was already flirting with another girl.

I worked my way to Patty. When she was free for a second I touched her shoulder. She spun around and started dancing with me immediately. We put our hands on each others hips, pulled each other closer. She laid her arms around my neck and let her body dance to the rythym. She was incredibly sexy.
The grinding had me wet already but then, Patty pulled me close and kissed me (yes, this was my real first girl kiss, read more to that in the footnote). It was not a shy, innocent kiss of a sister. She went all in. After 3 seconds we were french kissing. I felt my juice running down my leg. I then realized that others were watching, all girls around us were looking and applauding. We stopped for a second, but the crowd wanted more. So we continued.

After a seemingly endless period of time, we parted lips. I stared at her. She stared back. The some other girl pulled her away and started making out with her. I went through the crowd and upstairs, looking for a bathroom. When I found one I sat down and pulled down my panties. They were soaked. I touched my pussy. Soaked. I started masturbating. First just the clit. Then one finger. Two fingers. I came, making the tiles in front of me wet. I couldnt stop. Fingered myself to another orgasm. Then finally I was cooled down enough to go outside. But first I reverted my looks. I didnt have a white mask though. I went out without a mask on. When I wanted to go downstairs, I heard moans from one of the other rooms. The door wasnt closed completely. When I peeked in I saw two girls (I didnt know them) scissor fucking each other. I couldnt see their masks, but they werent wearing them. Seeing them fuck turned me on again so I helped myself while carefully listening for steps on the stairs. When I was about to cum I got back in the bathroom and let it flow.
I wiped it up. In the meantime the girls had switched to 69. When I came back they were just done with that and started dressing. I had an idea. I knocked on the door and hid behind a corner. My plan worked - the girls stormed out, barely dressed and without their masks. I entered the room, looked for the masks. I found a white one under the bed, but when I got up from under the bed I heard steps on the stairs. I quickly hid behind the door. Two new girls came in. I heard them kiss, fall on the bed. Soon moaning. I started fingering again, cumming twice in the process. When the girls left I was exhausted. I left the room and went down to find Patty. By that time, at least half of the guests were already gone. The rest was sitting or standing, more than a few kissing. I found Patty making out with the hostess, Patty's hand under her dress. Patty saw me and I signaled her to come, but she didnt listen. The hostess was moaning hard already. After a few minutes she came, juice running down her thighs. It was hard to watch but I already had my fun this night. Soon after they stopped kissing and Patty went to me.
P:"So, did you have fun?"
Me:"I cant say I didnt ;-)"
P:"Did you at least kiss a girl?"
Me:"Well... does cheek count?"
P:"Oh you are soooo lame."
With that we stumbled outside and called a taxi and went home.

End of Part A1 - hope you have fun with this guys :-***

Tell me in the comments if you wanna hear the first story SAM told from my perspective :)

Footnote: I know, last time I told the story with Beth I told her I never kissed a girl before. I lied to her, obviously. But I also kinda lied to you guys I guess. But clarifing that in the last story woulda been strange and didnt fit into the story at all, so I let it out :) Sorry again! :-**

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).

Hi! My confession is more like an announcement or something lol I've been hiding it from everyone I know in my real life. So here it is...

I am a BBC obsessed white Sissy faggot! I truly wish that I could meet a Black King in real life who wouldn't take no for an answer! I want him to get me spun out of my mind and force me to get dressed up in the girliest, frilliest, pink outfits while him and several of his homies watch, laugh, and film it. I'd eagerly tell my King how much it means to me to please him. I want him to numb my brain with my vices and laugh as I watch sissy hypno videos for days until my mind has turned into pink play-dough for him to shape to his liking. I'd be the most obediant servant for My King and his friends, bringing food and drinks for them before offering them my body. I would be so far gone that I'd happily obey any order they gave me, whether it was sexual or something that made them laugh at me and my sissy ways. If it pleased My King or any Black person, I would be eager and grateful to obey. I confess that it would be liberating for him to make me expose my secret life. He'd stand over me, watching, as I changed all my social media pages, posting pictures of me in my new sissy clothes and messaging my friends and family to tell them personally. He'd laugh as I then messaged each of my ex-girlfriends, telling each one that the reason we each broke up was because I had always been a faggot sissy for Black Men. I'd then explain that they deserved better and how they owed it to themselves as white girls to give BBC a try. I assured them they would never go back to white boys like myself. My whole way of life would change if all this really happened. I'd burn all my boy clothes. Take makeup classes. Excercise to make my body as slim and girly as possible. I might even get a little cosmetic surgery, to feminize even more. I'd work on getting a bigger booty and learn to twerk and give lapdances. And every conversation I had with "normal" people would get turned onto the topic of how huge BBC is, how amazing the sex is, and how happy I am being a total faggot for My Black King. I'd tell every white girl I meet that they should get Blacked, giving them My Kings phone number as well as any of his friends numbers I had. And any time I met a slim, sub-looking, white boy I'd gush girlishly about how he'd make such a pretty sissy too, not stopping until he let me do his hair and makeup while I secretly asked My King to come over to "take a look" at how pretty my new sissy-sister turned out.

I also wish that the Black New World Order was a real movement. I want a BNWO chapter house in every town in America. I'd go there every week, like church, and make myself available to them. I'd even be the most active in outreach work. Maybe even a BNWO councilor, helping guide more white people into new roles within the BNWO. Giving therapy to the white husbands and fathers, helping them find happiness as the BNWO laid claim to their wives and daughters right in front of them. I'd especially enjoy hand picking the most feminine sons, using intense hypnosis to shape their minds until they were desperate to become as girly as possible. Just like me! Lmao

Seriously though, my main confession is how much I wish that this was all possible. For the world to AT LEAST be accepting enough that nobody would even have an unkind thought upon seeing a Black King leading a white sissy boy on a leash during their shopping spree at the mall. Maybe laugh a bit as the sissy squealed in excitement before begging his King for those sparkly pink heels. Like we already smile and shake our heads when we see young couples being gushy romantics at the park.