I confess I got some kind of infection from a blow Job I got of a hooker. Not a street junky kind but from a massage palour kind.

Nothing serious I've been put on a course antibiotics and it seem to be clearing up.

But the problem is my new girl friend has tried to give me a blow job and I have to stop her on a few occasions , she's going to think there's something up soon

Stroking hard af. Any guys got any stories of them fucking cute or slut junkies? Would love to try to pull some by NYC

Junkie fuck meat, keep it or trow it out when done?

Cum junkie with a gag

Your message...junkie

Junkie asian bitch turn ugly from drug used 

This is lilianna. A stupid ex junkie slut.

SPUN AF black Milf is a junkie for cock too

Ok i figured id share this with you guys because who else would better appreciate it than some porn junkies on this website right? lol
anyways..
My sister decided to throw a small house party, nothing huge just some friends, alcohol, and hanging out sounds innocent enough right? Not at all.
Her friends invited friends, and their friends invited friends, before I know it I'm in a room with 30 plus strangers so i went to my shy corner and hoped on the laptop.
Before long my sister pulled me off of it and said "You are on vacation for the next 2 weeks you are not going to spend it on this fucking laptop get off your ass and have fun!"
With nothing to say I decided to grab a couple drinks.
if any of you were following my last post I stated I was tipsy.
2 hours later and several jager bombs and vodka shots later I was destroyed..
I couldn't even make my way back to my shy corner so i sat in the kitchen to do a few more shots.
Don't quote me on this because it is still kind of fuzzy I'm only going on from I can hardly remember and from what my sister and friends were telling me lol
I was already so gone and ready to pass out when I was stopped in the kitchen by this guy iv'e NEVER EVEN MET BEFORE and he started talking to me. friendly at first but i remember he kept rubbing my legs and getting close. I said whatever and had a few more shots. I believe 20 mins later i ended up blowing him in the middle of the kitchen floor for a good 30 mins and that part i don't remember too well but I do remember throwing up on my knees in the kitchen and totally blacking out lol
For some of you that already know me on here this may come as a shock given my personality and attitude towards these kind of things but once you get a couple drinks in you your willing to do anything when your in that state of mind its still a blur most of it but from what my sister and friends tell me i put on quite the show. With my luck somebody had to have taken pictures so for those guys that say pics or gtfo ill see what I can find so I'm not called a liar.
Believe me I didn't want these kind of things to happen when I'm drunk but since I am a newer member to this site I feel like I can laugh about being a slut for a night now to you guys so I'm taking it easier.
DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! So if all goes well no more stories like this for a while, I hate drinking! aha

Well well well , the little fuckwit drugo from queensland australia gets out of gaol next week in bali so he can come back to australia and be a celebrity . This shows me HOW WEAK THE BALI GOVERNMENT IS WHEN IT COMES TO MONEY ! The little cock gobbler is typical of the fuckwit youth of this country , mummy and daddy paid the going rate for the release of a teenage junkie . When he gets back here he will be in all the magazines and all over television , and the youth of this country will see him as a marta.Way to go slope head bali,country full of junkies and money stealing gooks ! You people ARE THE ARSEHOLES OF THE WORLD .

I confess that I have a primal lust for dirty, strung out, junkie whores. I don't know what it is. I am attracted to girls who would look mildly cute if it wasn't for being all strung out and dirty, and to me, I like them better all strung out, junked out and dirty! Does this make sense to anyone?

looking to correspond with a full figured female sexual freak junkie bitch in cali north of Sac. must have no morals no shame no remorse and love to talk about her nastiest fanatasies while we cam and get off together. looking for my fucked up twisted soul mate from the pits of hell. i know you're out there somewhere

Fuck! I want to fuck my Sister to the right, on the end so bad.... that cum junkie slut should be have everyone From this site in line to cum in her. I fuckin bet that shitter on her would squeeze a nut out so fast!! 

Looking for wins of Ashlee H from maine. Was a stripper at both divas and diamonds in bangor, huge junkie, sends pics out all the time. I've seen some, but are looking for hardcore, etc.

Please take the 5 minutes to read this
To all my followers on Tumblr and motherless
October 16th 2016
Just to reiterate I’m using this blog to document my journey to be a true bottom submissive. In my regular life. I’m a real good guy period and adrenaline junkie a rock climber a skater a hippie a punk little bit of a hipster. That has a strong family connection. And a true dedication to being the best person I can be. However in private I long to be a 100% submissive subhuman set of fuck holes. Sexually I only want to exist for the pleasure of others. No matter how low or degrading the act is. I should have no choice in the matter and will comply without hesitation. Or at least that is the goal I am striving for. I know that all of these desires or what society believes are disgusting and wrong but that’s what turns me on. I want to be a submissive sissy slut that allows anyone to use me as a set of fuck holes. I want to service and then that will have me. But I prefer older fatter Grandpa’s with smaller Cox. However my desires don’t matter and I crave any cock I can get. I also long to bake fish drinking toilet slave. I long to be able to be used as a public urinal by anyone that wishes to use me. I would love to eventually be able to do hardcore scat play. However I am too pathetic and don’t have the determination to do it myself. I long to be the center of attention at a bukakke gangbang party. I also worship all fat female pig sluts. And my dream relationship would be with an older obese. Married couple where I serve under the submissive pigs wife and then there as her personal clean up slave to lick her clean after being used. I love large fat women with stretch marks and worn-out pussies and would love to lick them clean after they are used and abused. Essentially all the things that mainstream Society deems disgusting and depraved is what I love and crave. I know this post may have scared some of you off. But I believe Tumblr and motherless are my only Outlets to truly explain what I feel and what goes on in my head in a relatively judgment-free environment. I long to be publicly humiliated disgraced and abused. Please message me with any question or comment no matter how obscene or degrading I will answer it. Please send me comments whether they are supportive and helpful or mean and degrading. Feel free to ask me any question you like. Also pic and video request of me on my journey will always be accepted and I will do my best to complete the task assigned. I have been searching for a job to help me reach all of these goals with a very little luck. So I will continue to take advantage of random men on Craigslist to use me as much as possible. Kisses I love you all I wish to serve you all. And if you’re in the north Jersey area I’m here for the taking

Cum junkie

i confess I have a nasty desire to be taken by a perverted junkie couple for a weekend and given hard drugs and made to have all kinds of nasty sex in exchange in any way they want as long as no marks are left and their not natural born killers type psycho or anything like that. I wish it could happen but living in nor-cal it's difficult to find that kind of couple. too many fucking conservative assholes. I'm sure there's a demented couple out there somewhere who'd fulfill this desire but i have yet to meet them. I'd even do it for just a female if I could find one bent enough near me. maybe someone will read this who lives in nor-cal and is a perverted junkie and wants to have me for a weekend......never know.

i wish they would bury that cunt Jackson he is getting on my tits now the guy was a fucking junkie so good fucking riddance to him

Im looking for a video that I havent seen in a while. It had a white ghetto trash girl (probably a junkie) sucking off a black guy in the woods. They get interrupted when some ppl smash the guys car windows. Anyone know it or where I can find it?

Who wants to see the video of this junkie slut fuck her drug dealer

Pauline The Slut - Part 20: Blackmailed


Beth dropped my husband and me at our house before heading to her place. When we got inside there was a message from my sister, Anne, on the phone. "Hi Sis, I'll be visiting Dad and Mom at the end of the month and was going to call on you for a few days before heading home. I'll be on my own. Jim has to work. I'll call you."

I looked at the phone and then at my husband. He had a huge grin on his face. Anne was three years younger than me with brown hair. Otherwise we were identical. She liked my husband and loved flirting with him though it never went any further. She loved Jim, he was 10 years older than her and a complete workaholic. He rarely took a break. They had three daughters, 17, 20, and 22.

My husband came over to me and pushed me to my knees. I knew what to do. As I was sucking him he started to talk aloud.

"I can't wait to turn Anne into my little slut as well. I'm going to enjoy watching the two of you making out together." I tried to pull my head away to protest but he held my head tight. "Keep sucking slut if you know what's good for you."

"Your going to be eating my cum out of your sisters cunt and arse. The three of us are going to have a great time." My brain was screaming no and my stomach was nauseous like never before. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. He continued on, wondering if Anne had been fucked in the arse before, how good a cock sucker was she, had she ever been with a woman. He shot his cum down my throat.

I remained on my knees, my head in my hands, crying. I couldn't let this happen to Anne, my life was destroyed but I had to save her. When I looked around my husband was gone to bed. I could phone her now but if my husband heard me I'd be ruined. He would release the videos as he had threatened. I was in no doubt after today that he now viewed me as a whore to be used by him and anyone else he chose. I went to bed. I would ring her tomorrow. He was bound to head over to Beth at some stage. I would make some excuse as to why she couldn't come.

I waited all day for my husband to leave but he didn't. It was like he knew what I had planned. He would keep making comments about Anne and what he was going to do with both of us. He spent the afternoon in the study. When I called him for dinner he told me to come over to the computer. He pressed play. A video came on of me sucking someone's cock, this was followed by a clip from his office I had a cock in my mouth and one in my cunt, then there was one of me been fucked by Ellie with the strap-on, then one of me licking a vagina. The clip finished with me sucking a cock and a line of men with money in their hands. I was in shock. I knew what my husband had turned me into but to see it on screen really hit me hard. The thing was he didn't appear in the video.

"This video shows what a slut you are, carrying on with men and women without my knowledge." I looked at him "But you forced me to it, everything was your fault." He laughed.

"Do you see me in the video. I will tell everyone that I was devastated when I found out what you were up to and that you are making up some story about me forcing you in order to get alimony from me. I will be so depressed. Everyone will have sympathy for me and when I tell the kids and they see this, well I guess they'll never want to see or speak with you again. In fact, I'll make sure of it."

I realised I was trapped. The video made me look like a whore and there was no sign of me being forced. I collapsed on the floor, sobbing.

"Now, here's what you're going to do. You're going to help me blackmail Anne so that she has no choice but to be my slut. Refuse and this video goes public. It won't even come from me. There'll be no link to me or anything connected with me. You'll never see the children again, you'll be homeless and probably end up as a junkie whore living on the streets. It's your choice. Think about it over dinner."

With that he stood up, unzipped his trousers, took out his cock and masturbated over me. I was too traumatised to notice until he started to cum all over me.

We ate in silence. My mind was in turmoil. I faced never seeing my children again or destroying my sisters life. I could see no way out. My children were the only thing left in my life. I would do anything to protect that relationship. After dinner my husband asked me for my answer. "What's it to be slut? Are we going to fuck your sister or do you want to kiss goodbye to the kids."

I begged him to leave Anne alone but even as I said it I knew it was useless. "Sure " he said, "I'll arrange for the video to be sent to everyone."

"No" I screamed. There was no way out. I would have to help my husband to turn my sister into his slut.

"No what?"

"Don't send out the video."

"So tell me what you are going to do?"

"I'm going to help you turn Anne into a slut."

He told me to go upstairs, clean myself up, put on a black suspender belt and stockings and come back down with my dildo. When I came downstairs he had the camera set up facing the couch. He also had the flip chart out.

"You're going to fuck that dildo real good and every time I point at the chart you're going to read what's on it. See the computer, there's an email there ready to send with the video attached so you better not fuck up. Now let's get started."

I sat on the couch, spread my legs and started sucking the dildo before inserting it into my vagina. I worked it up and down. "Hurry up slut and fuck yourself." He turned on the camera.

When I had a rhythm going my husband turned over the page on the flip chart. I sunk in the couch when I saw the words. My husband moved towards the computer. I sat back up. "Slip up again and the message gets sent." he told me.

When I resumed he pointed at the chart "I'm so horny. My sister Anne is coming to visit and I'm going to help my husband turn her into his slut. We're going to be my husbands fuck toys."

I continued to use the dildo on my cunt. He turned over the page and pointed to it. "I can't wait to get my tongue in her cunt and lick out my husbands cum while I use my dildo on her arse."

Then the next page. "He has promised to buy me a strap-on so we can both fuck her at the same time. I can't wait to see the look in her eyes when my husband rams his cock up her arse."

Another page. "I going to be fucking my cunt with this dildo everyday until she arrives just thinking of all the things she's going to be forced to do."

I then had to pretend to orgasm as I read the last page.

"It's so exciting knowing that we are going to be slut sisters. I've always dreamed about us eating each other's cunts. Now it's going to come true. Oh yesssss, I'm coming..."

My husband switched off the camera and took the dildo off me. He took his clothes off, sat on the couch and signalled for me to mount him. As he started to fuck me he forced the dildo up my arse.

Bi guy 49 here. Oh yeah and a bear to boot. This happened some years ago and back then I was a slut, and I will gladly admit that. Having said that, I was the bottom and I like it that way. 
Although I was not on Grindr, i was on a similar site.
I had for some time been looking for a guy to fistfuck me. Obviously he couldn't have hands that was too big. I mean, I did want to be able to walk properly after that, so I passed on a few guys. But I never let them leave without a blowjob. I mean, so sue me for loving to suck cock and from what I have been told, I was pretty good.

Then about a month goes by without a prospective lover looking for someone to fistfuck. Out of the blue, I get a message from a guy in Oslo, who wanted that ans so much more. He felt that his boyfriend running around was ruining their relationship. So, I said sure, come on over. I gave him my adress and on the dot the next day, he came. He had driven for over 2 hours to meet me.
We had agreed that I would meet him naked.
I was fine with that. Not the first time.
Although I was shocked to find that he was someone I already knew, I still let him in.
He was also stunned when he realised who I was.

I asked him, if he was uncomfortable with me, he said no. I told him that I would do whatever he wanted me to do, except scat and wet.  Even though we had been friends in college, we never knew about our kinky selves.
We were both pretty straight in college.
Anyway, I told him to strip and be naked with me.
He acquiesced and stripped. I could tell that he had showered just shortly before he came to me.

I like that in a partner. I gingerly leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and he turned his head quickly, so I ended up kissing him on the lips.
Apparently that was all it took.  He just looked at me and just asked if I was willing to be fucked by him. I said yes, obviously and then we went to the bedroom.
We laid down and he started to kiss me and I loved it.
He started to kiss my lips and then my nipples. He then took my cock and started to jack me off before he went down on me and as I came, he sucked me dry before he licked my cock dry. Don't get me wrong, I love getting my dick sucked. 

After he did that, he told me that he did it because he wanted to fuck my brains out, as well as fistfuck me.
By now, I was just in a daze. He could have called in a football team to fuck me bareback and I would have done it, no questions asked.
He was liberal with the lube, thank goodness. It turned out that he had a sleeping monster between his legs. And when it woke, I was in for the fuck of a lifetime. 
He let it gently slide into my butthole and away he went. 
First slowly, then like a jackhammer.
My ass was seriously pounded. And when he finally came, I got a warm feeling. He was into some seriously weird things, as he pulled out and started to rim me.
He was licking my ass clean. 
After he was done lickiing me, he took a piece of bubble gum and kissed me.
Was I any good,  I asked him. He said that he had secretly wanted to nail my ass in college. So yes, I was apparently everything he wanted. 

Bare in mind that I was still sort of recovering after that jackhammer pounding. 
I told him to fistfuck me if he wanted to.
Again he lubed up and carefully started.
The first two fingers went in easy, as did three and four and eventually all five. Then he got all of his hand inside me. I was getting high from this, seriously.
He started and after a while my ass was literally numb and I loved it.

Somehow he was able to activate his phone. And as he was fistfucking me, he called a friend and he had apparently been in the car with him. He had apparently been waiting this whole time while we were busy. 
He came into the bedroom naked and while my friend was fistfucking me, he asked me casually if I wanted to suck cock and I just nodded. I had a fist up my ass and a cock in my mouth. He even deep throated me to the point of me almost choking but I was so high, for lack of a better word, that I was fine with it, as bizarre as that might sound.
He ejaculated and I swallowed everything. Afterwards he bent down and kissed me.
My friend changed out his fist with his dick and I was like a junkie getting his fix.

I ended up being fucked to the point of exhaustion. They left a little over a hundred pounds on my nightstand before they left, with a note asking for a repeat in the future. They also included a phone number for me to call, when I was ready.

I am more than well aware of how this all sounds, but it's true.

We all have a type, for me it's trail trash women and junkies. There's something about them I just love that gets me rock hard whenever I see one. If any of you happen to fit those categories, I would love to hear from you or even better, see some pics or vids of you.

Bonus points if your a junkie and it's a video of you getting fucked up and then fucked$$!

If you happen to see a man knocking a woman out, do you think it is fair or correct to give him (or man, at least try) a lesson ?.

Given that you just see it and dont know the reasons whatsoever, and also , not talking from a legal point of view. But seriously, would you do it? is it correct?

I personally dont like bullies , but then I am amused with junkie fights, and also, there have been some bitches I have known that kinda deserved some special attention for being, not women, but miserable persons. I also have fought with girls with gloves and protections because I am skinny and weight more or less what an average girl weights, but these fights have always been supervised and the girls are friends.

Does sex matter in fights? Should I smack a guy if I see him punching a girl?

my confession is that I'm trans and i thought it would be a great idea to get high while doing so. Smoking meth was what i did and after a while, i felt great, euphoric! Now i feel like i need to smoke some more, as its made me a bit submissive, i would love to hear from others...that i need to keep smoking and staying high,ruin my life and become just another junkie prostitute.

I never met my mother. I was raised by my aunt ( dad's older sister ) since I was a baby. My aunt was a kind and matronly Mexican woman. Her daughters plump and swd a connecteet like their mother. I guess that's why I've always loved the bbw voluptuous form. To me id at inspires the most animalistic lust every time I watch a a woman with a wide ass and full heavy tits walk by.
My aunt only met my mother once and she told me I was half white... Though you could never tell since I'm dark complected. I've always fantasized that my mom was a cute curvy blonde with a fat ass and ample bosom. I guess my ideal woman was a bbw like my aunt and cousins but fair haired with light eyes...it's definitely my type.
Fast forward to my life now , I live in an RV at a campsite for retirees and vacationing Midwesterners. After my time fighting in Afghanistan I developed quite the money on my back, and found myself unable to put down roots anywhere very long.
I met a fellow dragon chaser at the communal showers and agreed to help sort us out ...
Stacy is 15 years my senior and everything I find sexy. We fixed up in my RV and she had me inject her shot leaning forward oblivious to her nipple partially peeking out of her top. Once the door was in her an she opened her dreamy blue eyes to see my erection tenting my slacks. Before I could even be embarrassed she took hold of it through my pants and fell to her knees. She pulled the rest of her heavy tits out and proceeded to blow me better than any woman before. Like we were made of the same desires...we be came junkie lovers...not knowing that we have been more connected than either of us ever knew.
I had sensed a familiarity with her since the moment we first spoke.. After learning each other's pasts come to find out... she's the white girl my dad knocked up in high school..my long lost mom!
Having already been lovers, we had a very short moment of remorse, but already in love , the gravity of our taboo relationship became an intense turn on and we can't get enough of one another.. would u?

I've been fucking this skinny skanky junkie slut from my neighborhood. First couple of times of the condom now haven't been using one. The pussy is I'll beat up but don't stink.  Would you fuck her without a condom. She told me she has been rp'd by daddy many years ago and also a couple other times recently. She likes me role play with her about it and it gets me off

I confess... I dated a woman who turned out to be a total pillhead. At first it was all good, but she had 3 kids who were all fucked up (all over 18) and they would get her to go to the doc and then steel her pills so THEY could get high. Then my GF would be fucked up because she was totally addicted to the crap by then, so she would have to go out and buy stuff to replace what they stole from her (a lot of this I didn't find out till later) She couldn't always get the same thing, so she wound up getting hooked on all types of shit... highpoint in her career? She was off on a binge, out of cash and no dope to smoke, so she sucked the drug dealer's big black cock for a rock... she had graduated from being a junkie to a real life crack whore

Living with a crack whore (when she was around) wasn't exactly a fantasy. Her mind was on the crack... when we did fuck, she wasn't there even when she WAS there. Actually fell asleep giving me head one night... whatever love I had for her died, SHE wasn't there, and what was left was just pitiful to see... I can't tell you the number of times I cleaned her up with promises that she was done with the shit, only to see her slink back into it once she was "better". I came to realize that was the life she wanted... she lives it full time now, and it is a matter of time before she is dead.

Now her son was married. Son, of course, was leeching pills from mama, and got wifey hooked too. One night, kidding around, she said "who do I need to fuck for a pizza" That got me thinking... and yeah, I caught her one night when everyone else had run off (mama had a couple pills, son wanted some... wasn't enough to share with wifey, so she got stranded at my place) Wifey was pissed, obviously, she knew what was up... I let slip that they had forgotten there were a couple tucked away in the bedroom, and that was all it took. Soon she was begging me for them, then the offers started... what a dirty thrill to fuck my GF's son's wife, to have her offer to do the most slutty perverted things willingly... yeah, I should feel bad taking advantage of her weakened state, but you know what? I fucking don't... any love I had for the GF was dead, I grudge fucked that little slut all night. I was smart enough not to bring the pills out all at once, giving her a little to keep her high but not so much she got fucked up, and always wanting more..

GF and I split, obviously... all she would do if she stayed was was wind up stealing all my shit to pay for her habit, and that ain't my scene. Oddly, her daughter showed up one night, she had been partying in the area and her friends dumped her (more likely they got something and ran off so they didn't have to share) She wanted a ride home, I told her I was down for the night but she could crash there and I would give her a ride in the morning. Made some dinner (she was already high on something, and probably hadn't thought to eat in days) and she jumped at it... next offer was to watch a movie, and the TV was in my bedroom... it didn't take long, I fucked the shit out of the daughter... literally... you could tell from her ass that it had been well used, and she didn't object when I slammed into it. I guess she had some beef with mama, because she was eager to fuck me, no pills needed. When I had her on her knees skull fucking her, she pulled my cock out and looked up at me. "Am I doing a good job, daddy?" I shit you not... this family had issues...

Now, understand, when the daughter was made up, she was pretty fine, but when she was high she looked like every other drug whore out there... not pretty, but the grudge fuck was all good. She even came back about a week later, HER daughter (GF's grand daughter) stood outside the house while I licked the daughter's pussy... she called out to the granddaughter that she would be out in a minute while I plowed her bent over the bed

No, I never fucked the granddaughter... but someone has. 16 and she has a little baby... I hear she is as fucked up as the rest of them. I have lost touch with them, but I look them up now and then just to see what is going on... all of them keep going in and out of jail in a revolving door... I am far better off without all of them in my life... I don't need that shit! But yeah, it was nice to fuck mama, daughter and daughter in law... wonder if they ever told each other what I did?

NO, I don't have pics... the pics I have I ain't interested in sharing. If you don't believe it, fuck you. I didn't tell you all this because I wanted life long buddies. I really didn't want to accept at first that my sweet GF was a crack whore pillhead, so the info didn't make the rounds of people I work with, and it would be a little hard to explain to people you casually know that you fucked a family because they were fucked up... oddly enough, most of my friends try to maintain some air of respectability. But they have made the news a time or two with their drug addled antics, and I might be persuaded to share the links to the arrest records and such (if properly motivated) if proof were needed.

For the record, I like sluts, not whores... I don't mind a slut being slutty and PLAYING at being a whore, but (and those who have been through it know) a serious drug using whore just really ain't there, even when she IS there. I want someone down for kinky sex, but not someone that has to be plied with pills to do it... don't suck a cock for crack, suck it because you want it bouncing off the back of your throat! Yeah, I had some pervy fun with the daughter and d'in law, but all in all, it just wasn't worth it... that was me making the best of a bad situation...

I’ve got a hot cousin and I didn’t know it till our grandma died.

My family wasn't close with the other relatives. They lived 12 hours away, across a lot of states. Snow dumped on us every year, much like how my mom’s siblings used to dump on her as kids, and they were basking in the sun complaining of freezing fingers when it’s sweatshirt weather, you know? We visited my grandparents' at Christmas every year and if the schedules coincided, I’d see a few relatives. I don’t know most of their names. I’ve got 30 cousins including wives and second cousins (that’s the kid of a cousin, right?).

So after my grandma was done fighting cancer, we had a funeral. It was really sad and I don’t mean to cheapen the sentiment with literotica, but this was the first time I saw many of my cousins and learned a lot of names that I’ve forgotten since. But not Arya’s.

Arya is not her real name. I’m a Game of Thrones fan and GoT has a bit of incest and Arya’s my favorite character and so why not call my hot cousin Arya? It’s kind of close to her actual name. I’ll be changing everyone’s names to whatever, but Arya gets a special explanation for hers. She deserves it.

I drove the 3 hours from college to my parent’s then another 5 to my grandparents’ town. I was a mess. It hadn’t hit emotionally, but I was low energy in the midst of studying for finals next week and this was the first funeral I’d been to since I was 8 and went in my spiderman pajamas. Basically I didn’t have funeral clothes.

When we showed up, I was in a dark shirt and jeans, looking somber, till a relative I didn’t know, this fat bustling aunt in a floral print shirt, came up to hug my mom then my dad then me. She knew me! “Oh, James,” she said as she smothered me. “You’re so big now.” She was warm and friendly so I put on a big smile as I said, “Hi…”

Luckily my mom saved me and said, “I’m going to talk to your Aunt Sarah. Will you go put our coats down?”

My relatives are country folk living in the South. They’ve all got that accent. I’m more of a city guy. And I felt a little uncomfortable, maybe superior in my arrogance, around these bumpkins. And I’m generally shy.

So I sat in the fold out metal chairs with my parents’ coats and just kind of looked around, uncomfortable, and checked my phone. My college girlfriend had recently decided we were better friends than anything else. Which was fine and all, but well, I didn’t want to text her about this. It’d probably guilt her into some comfort sexting, but I wasn’t feeling so bold at the time. Now years later, well, different story. I think I just opened Angry Birds and played a few games while sitting in front of the closed casket. It was adorned with a wreath and there was a corkboard of photos of her at all ages, though most were her as Grandma. And a group of people I didn’t recognize examined the photos, blocking my view. They were dressed appropriately in dark suits or dresses.

The group came over and asked who I was and asked if I was so-and-so’s kid and I was and I asked who they were and who their parents were and all that. It was three girls and two guys. One of the girls and both guys were my cousins, and you could see the family resemblance, round-face, curly hair, pudgy, and the other girls were their dates. I didn’t know anyone brought dates to a wake. But I felt okay again having checked out the ladies’ asses, though one had been my cousin’s.

We talked for a little bit about the last time I saw them. A Christmas when we were kids, though one swore it was Thanksgiving but I told him, “No, no, we always have Thanksgiving at home.”

That kind of turned them off.

We were the family that never visited. All of them lived near my grandparents, and when my grandma got sick, all pitched in. All my family did was offer to pay bills till it got to the end then Mom came for a visit.

Anyway, they walked away to talk to other cousins.

I was in my early 20s and so were those cousins, but we had older ones. And this man in his 30s with curly hair and a little extra fat especially on his cheeks entered with this stunning blonde, I assumed he was my cousin.

Oh no.

They came up the corkboard, attached one of their photos, and I introduced myself and asked him who he was related to.

He was this bumbling guy. “Well, her. Ha, ha. I mean, we’re in a relationship—married, so I guess her.”

The stunning woman in this tight black dress that was strapless and squeezed her breasts so the pendant of her silver necklace rested in her sun-kissed cleavage complete with tanlines from a bikini laughed and said, “I’m Dana’s daughter. Arya.”

Dana was the oldest of my mom’s siblings and had gotten pregnant in high school, or maybe right after.

“Who are you?” she asked.

I told her and she said, “Oh! Remember when I was testing my make-up on you? Why is that so fun to do to little boys tied up? God, I must’ve been in high school then and you were maybe in Kindergarten?”

“I think I’m repressing that memory,” I told her.

“Aw, was it that traumatizing? You were crying…”

“You know kids. Always crying till someone kisses it better.”

“I tried that!” She didn’t have an accent. That awful Southern rural accent. Sorry, but you’re talking like Huck Finn, it’s hard to sound educated. It drives me nuts. But she had shed hers.

“You’d think I’d remember that.” I was smiling a lot. You know when you meet someone and it just clicks and you want it to click because hey, they’re hot? That’s how it was and because I had no relationship with her prior, ogling her, flirting a little, smiling like an idiot didn’t feel wrong. But doing all of that at a wake for our grandma did. “It’s too bad about Grandma,” I said.

She hugged me. I hugged back. Then her husband joined in and it got uncomfortable.

My parents came round and said, “Sorry about his clothes. He’s fresh from college—second year half way done! And he grew out of all his dress clothes.”

Arya volunteered to take me. “I don’t know where I’m going or anything, but I’ll get him looking spiffy. We can catch up.”

When we got in her car, a used Lincoln, probably fancy a decade ago but now all it boasted was a large backseat and seat warmers, she let her hair down from its tie. “Oh god thank you for coming under dressed. We’re just going to cruise for a bit because I can’t be in there mingling with Tom, Dick, Harry, whatever their names are. Right after high school, I got a scholarship to Florida and never wanted to go back. All those hick accents!”

“Yeah!” I said. “Like Huckleberry Finn!”

“Sure…”

“You know, Tom Sawyer. Deep Missouri Valley country hick accent. Sorry, I’m an English major.”

“And you’re smart! You are the blessing of this trip. I don’t really read so no clue what you’re talking about but keep talking. It’s helping me unclench for the first time since hearing I’d have to come.”

So we talked in the car about how awful the family was, the cousins, aunts, uncles, their divorces. She knew a lot of scandals I hadn’t heard like one of our uncles was in prison for a sexual offense, but even she didn’t know what. He wasn’t here today. Another was a junkie, in and out of rehab. Then we got to grandma and grandpa and both agreed they were the only good parts of the family.

“Other than us, of course,” I said.

“You’re definitely a blessing.”

“And blessed to be in this car.” I meant to imply with her more strongly, but something snapped me out of the flirty attitude, and I added, “Away from them.”

She smiled at me and we got quiet for a bit and she turned on the radio as we drove through the small town. It was near Christmas. Decorations were up. There wasn’t any snow. I told her we got like two feet last week and still had classes. She asked where I went to college. I told her to visit any time she wanted. I found out she was a helicopter medical evac personnel. She didn’t fly the helicopter, but she was the nurse or paramedic in back treating whomever.

Finally we got to a shop that sold suits and dresses. One stop fancy shopping. I had my mom’s credit card, but I didn’t think she intended to get me a full-on suit. It’d be my first. But Arya told me we were just getting the off-the-rack stuff. It wouldn’t be too much.

So I tried on some things she picked out and I came out of the dressing room still doing up my belt because the pants were too wide at the waist and were just sliding down off and dragging on under the heels of the dress shoes. We looked at how deflated I looked in the mirror.

“Get those off and we’ll get you the next size down.” She rolled down the waist to see the tag and what size they were. “I’ll bring you the next ones.”

I went back in the dressing room and took them off. I was just in my boxers and undershirt when she came in. Just barged on in through the swinging doors. I tried being natural about it, like I wasn’t uncomfortable or having dirty thoughts, but then she whipped out the measuring tape. “Put these on.” I did and she started measuring my seams. The outer one first. She told me to stop fidgeting as she was on her knees touching my thigh. Then the inner seem. “I used to work in one of these suit shops during college. The way we measured our special customers was to do the right in-seam, then cup *it* and move it over and measure the other side.” She laughed at the joke (I think she was kidding) and I thought about our dead grandmother so I wouldn’t twitch beneath the pants.

Then she helped me on the shirt and I buttoned all but the top two. She looked at it and buttoned them both, then unbuttoned the top. It was a little too big so she told me to get it off and before it was off, she starts pressing up against me trying to get at the tag in the collar to see the neck size. I think it was like 17 ¾.

She came back with a smaller shirt for me and a few dresses for her. They were a little more modest than the little black dress she had squeezed into. “I’m almost as unprepared for funerals as you. I bought this for a dinner party and a self-esteem boost. Sometimes you pay extra for that.”

I was shirtless and she was looking at herself in the mirror, checking herself out, and I was thinking she shouldn’t need to pay for it looking like she does.

Curvy and sun-kissed and blonde and tall and just perfect. The kind of girl you get a crush on even if you’ve just met her and found out she’s your cousin.

And I felt her back against me. “Oh sorry,” she said. Right against my crotch. With that perfect ass.

I couldn’t help it! I might have rubbed up against her a little with my erection.

“Is that what I think it is?” she said, laughing nervously but not moving away.

“Sorry.” I also stayed there.

“No, thank you for the compliment. Okay, I’m going to try these on now.”

I stayed, confused, horny, hopeful.

“Wait out there? I’ll be real quick.”

Damn. So I sat in the chair outside, hoping it’d subside, when she came out and we paid for everything and got in her car and left.

I was feeling pretty embarrassed that I’d “made a move.” Yeah that was the best move I had. Pressing against her like it was an accident, but both of us probably knowing it wasn’t. She knew. She kicked me out as she changed. She didn’t even try them on for me or any other little hints. The drive back was quiet. Awkward.

And when the funeral home was in sight, we pulled off onto a dirt road. This was a farming town with a lot of forests and field entrances and just places that a high schooler might go with his girl to makeout. She pulled into the dead end where we were covered in shade, just past a bend so we could hear trucks drive past on the main road, but not see them.

“Okay, we better do this before getting there,” she said.

My hope was restored.

Then she added, “Get changed.”

Hope tarnished.

“50 people talking about the dead, suddenly sad, rushing to the bathrooms. There’s no way we could change there. And wouldn’t want to do it in the parking lot where someone would see.”

“Sure, a relative seeing would be awkward,” I said.

“Yeah?” she said laughing.

“Yeah…”

“Then let’s make it awkward.”

I don’t know what she was thinking or what she imagined would come of it or what I should’ve done, but she stripped off that top awful fast. Let those breasts loose. No bra. A black thong. And I stared and she stared back and I started getting my shirt off and pants and I reached for my new clothes but she pulled something from her bag. New boxer-briefs. Real tight ones. She just threw them at me. Once I was naked she looked at me, erect, then stared me in the eyes. She was still naked except for that thong. I don’t want to forget the shape of her breasts, the size, how the tan-lines colored them, how they jiggled, her ass, the birthmark or any of that, but that was years ago. Details fade, get edited. I think her tits are bigger in my head now.

But her devilish smile. I can’t forget that.

Finally, she said, “Let’s get those clothes on. They’ll be calling soon, wondering if we ditched.”

And it was over. She dressed. I got a little peek at that booty, but not much, and when we went in for the wake, her dressed more modestly, my erection hidden till we got to the service and it died down. My mom and her siblings and my grandfather gave their eulogies and I cried and we buried grandma. Then we all went to lunch at some diner where even the table was greasy.

I wanted to sit by my cousin, but I had to sit by my parents and they wanted to sit by some fat aunt that kept asking about my future and so on.

I didn’t get to talk to my cousin till it was time to leave. “I’m serious about coming to visit. Any time you want. It’s beautiful in the fall. All the leaves changing.”

“Sure, sure,” she said.

“Or the spring is good. Tons of flowers. Ever heard of Dutch pantaloons? It might be a local name, but they make the campus smell so much better. Hides the BO and stale weed stench.”

“I’ll think about it.” God, she had to have smelled my desperation for more, but she wasn’t obliging. Fine, I can take a hint. A woman says no, you just have to let go, right?

“Have a safe trip,” I said and waved like I was leaving.

But she pulled me in for a hug, saying “You too,” then when I was pressed up against that perfect tanned body, she heaved her hot breath into my ear and said, “Think about me some time…”

Oh I have… a lot.

Im feeling deprived and need some dirty little junkie sluts.to show me their bodies
Adelaide

My slut has a fantasy of becoming a fucked up junkie whore, and we're looking for some very bad men to help her get there. Anybody in SC who can help make this happen? Message me.

I can not find the video but fuck it is funny, some bullshit psa about teens doing meth. It is so funny, this guy is putting on his pants while this junkie teenager girl is slumped on the bed. And the voice over is great, "my boyfriend loves me" it should have followed, "and he makes me fuck strangers so we can get high"

SHARING WITH ALL MOTHERLESS JUNKIES. I don't know how to upload video so can someone upload these vids! http://youtube.com/YourDanceChannel
Awesome channel,I give it three thumbs up(guess what my third thumb is,lol)Actually I do know how to upload but I'm lazy and since I found the channel,I figure someone else can upload it,LMFAO :)

Even if she is a fucking whore and a junkie I'd still love to see her sucking a fat horse cock while being ass fucked.

You pervs are the only ones could think of asking about this sensitive topic. I just met a chick that has no teeth. No she isn't a junkie. She is getting over cancer and loosing her teeth was part of the deal. She is healed up and making some hints that she wants to get laid.

I feel kinda bad though because she does seem kinda like a nice chick and I felt myself getting wood looking at her toothless mouth when she was talking to me. Even though I am pretty much a bastard on so many levels I am having reservations about skull fucking a horny cancer survivor. Plus she lives real close to me so if we got our rocks off and the novelty wore off I would still see her on a regular basis.

With a flash, that's how it happened. One minute, a sober, law abiding citizen of these United States, the next, a nearly artistic expression of the concept of excess. Sitting here watching a girl in an online video sucking off a guy who's so hung it looks like his cock carries the last, best hope of an entire civilization. The Centaurs, perhaps. This gentleman could very well be the last surviving member of some physically superior, but somehow mentally deficient race. Amply endowed for physical procreation, they lost out to the Sapiens Sapiens only because they couldn't keep a coherent thought in their head.

Like me, now. Abused, like this poor girl's vagina. Taken apart and ravaged by a merciless, self-inflicted, night-long procession of weed, cocaine, beer, and some combination of alkyl nitrites. Time has dilated. This young lady on my screen has clearly been getting systematically destroyed by this man's member for at least a fortnight, yet the little time scroll only indicates an elapsed time of 11 minutes and 42 seconds. Hardly enough time for this much damage to have been done. And worse, oh god worse, is the fact that there appear to be 43 minutes and change left of this horror. I can only assume one thing: anal.

Back to the drugs. They were legion and I took them all on. Impossible to win this particular battle, but I felt it might be... informative. And oh, it was. Lessons have been learned. Where to start? At the beginning, then...

Cocaine is a boring drug when you are alone. There are brief moments (anal achieved, by the way) of bio mechanical thrill, but they are fleeting and increasingly difficult to recreate. More time, by far, is spent in often futile masturbation, consumption of free internet porn, internal debate about whether or not further cocaine consumption would help the situation or just send the whole thing right over the edge into sweating, ceiling-staring regret, wishing to blazes that alcohol actually did anything close to "taking the edge off", and constantly checking your texts, your messages, your email, just to see if anyone has reached out to you.

Much better, to be sure, to engage in social activities with like minds whilst enjoying your cocaine. Said cocaine to be doled out in small, reasonable installments. Surely, company would force some sort of order onto your consumption. A better plan was never hatched. But where to find these people? At this hour? With yourself in this condition? Certainly there are bars open at this hour, but frankly you're not certain you could maintain any sort of composure were you to be exposed to more than two human beings in a go.

The Internet! The Internet, of course, can solve this conundrum. All that needs be done is reach out through the wires to others, fresh others, capable of sympathizing. Capable of engaging - in the proper way. Capable of recognizing in you some humanity, and of not seeing the jabbering junkie you imagine yourself to have become. Surely, someone out there can help you. You can connect on some level with another person.

Just an update, they're venturing into toy/cock double penetrations now. And with still just a little less than half an hour left to go in the clip. I can no longer anticipate what their next coital move will be. No matter. I must get on with writing this screed. I will choose to hope for leather. Or perhaps for a cheerleading squad to burst down the door and engage in a Sapphic pillow fight / tickle fest the likes of which might bring mighty Mount Olympus crumbling down.

Right. The drugs. And... the Internet. Ah yes, I recall my drift now. The search for contact. So into the depths of Craigslist I dove. Only thing for it. The Personals. But to whom to reach out? In which section? To Strictly Platonic, perhaps. But surely those people who are only looking for platonic friendship aren't awake at this hour. It would be like shouting into an empty ballroom. Rants & Raves? Go fuck yourself. I've been in there. It's no place for the drug-addled. You could find yourself swimming around in some neo-fascist's self-confirming, but ultimately faulty, whirlpool of logic. No. Better to stay closer to shore. Casual Encounters it must be.

And Casual Encounters it was. Hours of waiting for an interesting post from someone who was reasonably close and who was looking for something I might have to offer. I offered drugs. And music. And a relaxing environment. But mainly the drugs. Surprisingly few nibbles. Perhaps I came on too strong. I don't recall the exact text now, but my own ad must have been something wonderfully subtle like, "Ski for Blow". It seemed better to wait for someone else to post an ad I felt I could respond to.

More waiting. More drugs. More re-reading and refreshing, hoping something had changed, that something new had come up so that you could skim through it and dismiss it for nearly any reason...

just like to say who gives a fuck amy fucking winehouse died i fucking dont she was a fucking junkie cunt

I confess that I'm a male straight and I shave my balls!

I read a post here and some dude had a pic of his d!ck showing (blah) and anyways someone asked how he gets so smooth. How does he does it, I don't know. I will tell you though how I do it. No stubble, razor burn, those bump, etc.. whatever you guys complain about.

First, get a razor with 3 blades on it.. like a gilette or something. (best a man can get) :P screw blades with only one or 2 on them.

Second: Use hair CONDITIONER! seriously.. forget shaving cream, soap or other weird stuff you've probably tried. Get some conditioner. Preferably Pantene Pro V.. but hey, that's just me.

Third.. get your ass in the shower but don't forget your razor, and conditioner. I know you're excited and all but don't forget -- you have to go get your towel too. Wouldn't wanna forget that, No one likes being cold out of the shower.

fourth thing... apply some condish to your nuts and all around (clean your dirty self first).

then shave at the top first (above yo penis) and shave upwards.. so blades facing u and shave upward towards your chest... get all that hair out the way then work towards yo baaaalls.

once you're near those tiny balls of yours.. you're gna wanna be careful. (sorry to the junkies with the shaky hands) but just shave nice and easy.. shave, rinse, conditioner, shave rinse conditioner... till its all gone. (you can use little bits of condish at a time. Don't need a lot.

you will be bump free, no red, no rash, no itching!

Happy shaving.

She's a proud junkie bitch...

So I've been wanting g to fuck a junkie we have plenty of them in my city that I could easily get but look for advice thi gs to prepare for also how to ask like I've done it before any help?!

I confess... I fucked a mother and a daughter. Not at the same time, of course, and I don't know if mom ever found out about baby girl wetting my dick, Mom was a junkie,,, didn't know it when we got together as she was pretty straight at that point, but she just kept getting further and further into it until she was off the deep end. This led to her being arrested and spending some quality time in a cell. One night daughter was out with her brother (so mom's son) and he needed to go somewhere and asked if he could leave baby girl with me (I know I refer to her as "baby girl" but she was of age) and I said yeah. Later he calls and says he is gonna be late, can his sister spend the night... again, yeah, no problem. So the tv was in the bedroom and we wind up on the bed watching some stupid movie, and it was on. There wasn't even much discussion. A little casual touching led to cuddling led to a kiss and then right on off the deep end. Mom is out now, and I think she is back to her old ways.. wonder if I can fund a bender and get them both...

I have a fantasy that I can't get out of my head. I see what I think is a cute junkie native girl by a train station. I want try to fuck or for some drugs or something and absolutely use her for myself. To take advantage of her desperation. It's not like I think she deserves it, it's the opposite. I understand the horrible cycles of trauma that create these situations and how evil it is to take advantage of it. All that only makes me get harder.

I don't like what porn movies have become. I am not talking about all the little clips and vids all over the net but the actual movies where they try to have a plot. I think porn from the mid to late 60's through early 80's are the best. The only thing new porn has going for it is bald pussies. I'll take bald over bush any day and old porn doesn't have many bald slits,unless you count the kind that will get you put in a little room with a big black man for a few years.

Old porn had better stories the acting was just as bad in most cases but the plots were better. And old porn has real people. Girls with natural bodies not these liposuctioned,saline implanted,plastic surgery addicted bimbos. And the men were real also not gym junkies with a horse cock in their pants although some were most of them just had average sized dicks and were in ok shape but not like Adonis.

Hey, I confess i'm a 46yr old junkie grandma with a body of a teenage boy. No ass & no tits still thinking i'm hot shit. Instead of doing my parental duties i'm all meth'd out shacked up with a dope dealer. My husband got caught for embezzlement which I too am guilty for.

Does anyone know of anything more by this puffy nipple girl? Or maybe have the full length vids of her at the gloryhole, or on the sybian, or Dirty D's gangbang? I know, she's a junkie skank, but she reminds me of a junkie skank that I fucked once, and she was awesome. Thanks.

http://extremetube.com/video/young-cutie-angie-sucks-and-fucks-at-the-gloryhole-33357

I confess that I am a sex addict. I have taken multiple tests to determine if I am just overly horny, or indeed a sex addict, and on every test my score is at the extreme end of addiction. Sometimes I wonder how I am still alive. This is one true story:

I was driving west from the Chicago loop to the near west suburbs after work on Roosevelt Rd. The street cuts through the Pilsen neighborhood which is heavily Latino and ridden with gangs. Visually it is not a slum, quite the opposite. There are huge murals, Latin museums, and the food is awesome. There are ghetto used appliance stores and stuff, and I wouldn't want to live there, but it is not bad.

I was at a light and saw an attractive, yet rough, woman walking in the direction I was driving. Long cotton summer dress, mid 30's, blondish hair pull into a ponytail to keep her neck cool. She had on these huge dark sunglasses. I was staring at her because those few blocks always have streetwalkers on them. Making eye-contact is the initial sign that you are looking. I wasn't there because I was looking, but being a sex addict if the opportunity arises I can't pass it up. As she waited for the light to change so that she could cross I sensed she was looking at me, but hard to confirm.... until she smiled.

The light turned green and I drove off but parked in an open space on the next block ahead. I watched in the side mirror as she approached and instead of just coming up to my window she walked past me but made a slight gesture pointing to the next side-street. I rounded the corner and again parked and waited. This time she jumped right in and said, "Sorry, but there are undercover cops patrolling the area." She said that she had a place and guided me.

She pointed down an alley and to the side of brick three-flat that had a gravel driveway/backyard. In the alley were three or four gang-bangers which she said hello too. I should mention that I think she was white, but maybe half Latina. She said to park here. Thoughts did enter my mind that this was a planned robbery/murder, or that I would come out (if I came back out) and my car would be gone. The prize of potential pussy outweighed the risks. There were signs upon signs that this was a bad situation that could get worse, but I stayed.

She led be through a boarded-up door and down a short flight of concrete steps to the basement where I think she lived, or was more likely just squatting at. No lights except the natural light coming through spaces in the boarded windows. There was a twin size hospital bed and a metal rack with clothes hanging on it next to it.

Finally I was able to check her out and I noticed the track marks on her arms. Full junkie or crackhead. She took off her dress and her body was actually really nice: nice natural tits, maybe a C cups, not a washboard stomach but only slightly doughy with a c-section scar. Great ass and a nice pussy that was fully shaved. That was when I came to realize that those living conditions and the summer heat squatting in a burned-out hot and humid building made her pretty grimy and gross. The risk of disease, death, murder, arrest were all strong possibilities, but I still didn't stop.

She pulled out a condom, slipped it on, and started to give head while she was sitting on the bed and I was standing next to it. It took awhile to get it up, likely because I was more focused on my surroundings and if I was going to be attacked by someone lurking in the dark corners. After a few minutes she stopped and laid on the bed. I wish I had a lot of good details in this part but I don't. We did missionary, she got on top for a bit, and I hit her in doggie, but I wasn't able to cum. We actually had sex for quite a long time but my mind wasn't in it.

Have you ever wanted to cum so bad that you try to focus on the feelings, but you realize you are just focusing on staying focused? That is where I was mentally. She stunk, the room stunk, and we were both sweaty gritty messes on a sheet-less mattress that was just as damp and gross as we were. I asked her to finish (try) me off with more oral and she tried, but no avail. Several times I felt like I had reached the point were I was going to cum, but lost that feeling. After several more minutes I said that she could stop and that I wasn't going to cum.

I wiped off sweat and crime with a towel that was laying there, which was likely a previous John's cum rag. We got dressed and I realized that we never once discuss a fee. I had about $80 in cash on me and gave it to her and she said "thanks". I wonder if she would have been OK with $20 or nothing at all. Once dressed we walked out together past the gang-bangers that didn't so much as bat an eye at me. She asked me to drop her off near where I first saw her and I did.

I drove that way countless times again on my way home but never saw her again.

Looking for a junkie bitch 

That's me on the picture!!

I want to be instructed by women's and I answer and make any seldegrading, -abusing, -harming task or video request! 

I am a submissive, looser a men who needs some dominant women, to show him his place. 

JOI me!!!

I especially love this kind of JOI: Executrix JOI (Self Strangle)

His life is useless

He is only usefull for women who hate men's or womens when she needs an object to destroy, harm, laugh on

He should make the world a gift and end up himself in a way that he instructed to.

No Friends, family or love.
Everyone should leave him.
Everyone should know what he is.
An sex addicted junkie! 

So he needs dominant women to instruct him into extremest self degradation, self abusing and show him that he is a looser, and that his life is useless for the world and everyone! 

#JOI #Femdom #Looser #DegradeMe #HateMe #Breathplay #Asphyxiation #Executrix #Snuff #NoTaboos #JerkOfInstruction #CommandMe #EroticSuicide #ConsensualSuicide

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I went with a friend to pick up some weed in a bad part of town. Go in, dudes seem pretty cool. Some white girl comes out with a collar on naked. Lead drug dealer asks her if she's ready. She crawls over and starts sucking dicks. Guys ask me if I want head. No thanks pal. She snorts off the main guys dick. They take her in back room and run train on her. Raw. Heard her ask if they were going to use rubbers "this time" and dudes laughted. She looked miserable. Ah, such is the life of a junkie. It was odd. She seemed embarassed that a white guy and mexican guy were there watching it all go down. Dealers and his boys were black. Thought I would share. I know this will get someone horny. Not me. Was really kind of sad from all angles.

I don't know who needs to hear this but.....
Why do some of y'all get so faggy when you're on speed? Just because it's rubber doesn't mean it's not gay. Y'all are too thirsty. And all this pegging non-sense is fucking up the game for us straight tweakers. Quit scaring off the puddle sluts and crank skanks to the point that they are paranoid that every dude is gonna ask them to do some fucked up weird shit. Also, because you have to keep paying them money to do all that shit they all think that the rest of us will pay to fuck them too. Which is not the case at all. You're giving these girls very unreal expectations about us very real cocksmiths and cunnilinguists. If you wanna jam something in your ass...that's cool...i guess... but for the love of the game just come to terms with your shit, grow a pair of balls and go take a real dick in the ass like a man and leave the girls to us clit junkies and pussy hounds. Own your homo bro. Let the professionals handle the estrogen okay? Shout out Methamph-hetero Massive out there rollin bowls and lickin' holes!

Thanks, The Management