ONLY 90 SELF AWARE!?!??!?!

ONLY 90 SELF AWARE!?!??!?!

How are ONLY 90 PEOPLE SELF AWARE FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!!

This is INSANE!!!

Is it really that rare?!??!

Holy fuck guys…

This is scary.

I really hope there are more self aware people out there.

I just WOKE UP and had to come here.

There must be others.

The real ME is looking to meet other ME’s.

In one word, I am KNIGHT.

I stand for justice and what is good. I protect the innocent and bring peace and prosperity.

That’s the person I have decided to be in this world.

Nice to meet you all.

Please let me know.

In one word.

Who.

Are.

YOU.

The REAL

YOU.

Yes

KNOCK KNOCK MUTHA FUCKAs

WAKE UP

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Dream.

She awoke from a dream  in a state of sweat  what was it that had made  her panties wet.

  Her hand moved to touch  she slowly began to rub.  Slipping her panties down her legs  she played with her breasts. 

  Her fingers tugged her nipple  her breasts,so supple.  Natural in form  her size the norm.

Between her fingers her nipples erect  the other hand between her legs.  She teased and rubbed her little bud  sensitive to the touch  Loving it much. 

  Her vagina was begging for fingers inside  It’s lips swollen and wet  she needed to fuck it.

  Fingers one and two no longer In view touching  that spot that only she knew. 

In extacy and a world of her own it was not  long before she came.

  Now the bed was wet too .
What was that dream  she wished she knew .

Jealous

If being dragged by my arm to our front door doesn’t tell me I’m in trouble then I don’t know what will. He pushes me inside our apartment and he slams the front door. I just stare as he slowly walks towards me so menacingly. “So you like flirting with other guys? Girls? Right in fucking front of me?” I back up as he takes bigger strides towards me. “I wasn’t flirting with them Cal. They asked me a question and I was just responding.”

“A question? Baby girl you had a whole motherfucking conversation. Don’t try to play me, i know what i fucking saw… and don’t think it’s going to go unpunished.” He takes two steps before he’s in my face with his hand around my throat. “Because i will make you regret ever even looking at someone else that isn’t me.”

He squeezes his hand tight around my neck and he whispers in my ear. “You’re mine.” He pushes me onto the couch and he slowly walks around the couch. I quickly scramble off the couch and I get to the other side. A grin takes its place on his face and he bites his bottom lip. “Oh? So you wanna play games? You better fucking run because when i get you… fucking run. Now.”

Not ready- some fluff and sappy stuff

I desperately want this man. Whether it be friends, enemies, lovers, whatever- i just want him. Everyday I’m either thinking about getting fucked by him or just letting him lay in between my legs. It’s become a daily thing to just zone out and think about him, think about how different everything could be if i spoke up.

But alright, so what he doesn’t want me. That’s cool too… i guess. “Hey.” A familiar voice wakes me up out of my internal rant. I look up and there he is. Standing right in front of me with a grin plastered on his face.

I smile back slightly and I say hi right back. “Hey Danny…” I grab my bag and we walk out of the building. As we walk back to my apartment, I can’t help but notice such an awkward or tense vibe surrounding us. I don’t like it.

I open the door to my apartment and I walk in dropping my stuff on the floor. I watch as he walks in and I just look around awkwardly. When he drops his bag on the floor I watch him do a double take and he looks at me. “What’s wrong?” I refuse to make eye contact with him and I just look at my hands. “I um- did you think about what i said last night?”

Pierced Princess, Part 1 [Daughter, Piercings, Groping]

“Show me,” was all I said pushing her door open as I walked into her room without even knocking. She’d acted strangely in coming home late from school, running quickly up to her room. Of course it was just this morning that we had a screaming match about how I was the close-minded dad for refusing to allow her to get a tattoo.

“Daddy!” she feigned in shock, but I could tell it was an act. Sure she was now only in her tee-shirt and panties as she was undressing, but that’s half why I walked in, hoping to see the evidence of her disobedience right off. I didn’t, so instead steeled my resolve and just silenced her with my ‘I’m serious’ look.

“I said show me,” I said sternly and then my little girl shyly lifted up her shirt. When she exposed her little breasts I could see each nipple now sporting a simple little dumbbell shaped piercing. “Oh baby…” I sighed. I was mad as hell, but had to admit they did look cute, even given the tan lines from her bikini swimsuit that still showed. But at least it wasn’t something as permanent as the tattoo I’d expected to see. “Your mother is going to flip.”

Chloe – The (mostly) loyal wife [FM, cheating, blowjob]

I had always been a faithful wife to my loving and hardworking husband, whom I love very much. But once, about three years into our marriage, I was at a friend’s bridal shower and got totally wasted in a nightclub. It was still fuzzy, but I remember accidentally kind of cheating on him with one of his single friends. Well, not really. It’s not like I slept with the guy, it was just a kiss, more or less. Fine, we made out. And I may have also sat on his dick and given him a lap dance, but he never took off his pants. As I said, I was pretty drunk.

I didn’t think of it much after that, not really keeping it a secret, just not thinking about it as time passed. My husband is rather an old school type of man, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint him, and we were both really drunk at the time, and since he never brought it up again I mostly just forgot about it. Then one day I got a strange call from another of my husband’s friends.

“You can stay the night if I can inspect your genitals.” [FM] [Mdom]

~~~~For Eric~~~~

Maya’s teeth chattered as she lifted the antique brass knocker. She let it fall against the giant door. She was so relieved to have stumbled upon this mansion in the dark. She was dripping wet, and her hands and feet were going numb.

A man answered the door. He was tall and handsome.

Her teeth chattered as she spoke. “E-excuse me, Sir. My name’s Maya. I- I got lost. I can’t find my way. I- I saw your lights on. May I-“

Without a moment’s hesitation, he answered, “I’m happy to dry you off, warm you up, and send you on your way with a coat and some directions. Or else…..”

“Yes?”

He looked her straight in the eye.

“You can stay the night if I can inspect your genitals.”

Maya’s stomach dropped, and she felt butterflies at the same time.

“I…. what?”

“You heard me. You can stay the night if I can inspect your genitals.”

Maya shivered. She was so cold. And… he was so handsome. She took a moment to weigh her options.

“No sex?” she asked.

Femdom

“Hey, uh class is over?”

“Hello? Did you fall asleep again? Ari wake up.”

A loud smack on my desk scares me and I jolt against my desk. “Shit…” I wince at the pain surging from my knee. Rubbing my knee, I look up and I see someone standing in front of me. “You should head out, go to your next class.”

My eyes rake up the body in front of me until they meet another pair of eyes. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim light when I finally realized who it is. “I- cal? What are you doing here? I thought you were off?” I look around the class and I realize it’s just the two of us left in the room.

“Yeah, I was but I came in to help grade some tests. And I told you, don’t call me that.”

I snort and I roll my eyes at him. “What else should i call you then? Hmm?” I watched as his jaw clenched and he shut his eyes. “I told you-“

26[M] The pleasure of perfect self pleasure: A quick guide to excellent masturbation

Many use masturbation as a stress release, because they’re bored, some as a hobby or out of loneliness and longing. These people are miss using and robbing themselves of the intense pleasure of masturbation in its fullest potential.

With a little self control you can elevate your masturbation to an exquisite, over stimulating form of the erotic. Where your heat consumes you and blocks out all sensation except ecstasy. I will tell you how. I can’t speak for the fairer sex, but extrapolate what you can.

Worshipping Sir. (Mdom/Fsub, oral)

I’m so hungry. As I carefully shave my legs, that’s the only thought consuming me. This craving has been been steadily mounting, reaching feverish heights. Spreading my thick thighs, I gently part my labia, smoothing the creamy gel and chasing it with my razor. Barely brushing my clit, a shiver of anticipation rushes through me. I push aside the desire to plunge my fingers deep into my aching cunt. Wait, I chide myself. This isn’t about me. Wiping the razor, I rinse and moisturize. Silky smooth skin, pale as moonlight. Freckles dust my entire body, and a delicious fragrance surrounds me. It’s more than perfume or expensive oils. It’s just me.. and I know it drives him crazy. I finish getting ready quickly, too impatient to linger long on makeup and hair.