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exactly the type of slutty little girls im trying to meet and fuck behind my wifes back π
It was useless trying to act as if I didnβt like it because the stain on my seat at the end of class gave my true self away and thatβs before I had to explain myself in detail to the old pervy teacher who came up with my nickname π¦π
alright daddy, mommys gone so its just ypu and three horny needy teens all alone in the woods. lucky you hehehe. so who do you want first? or would you rather your daughter starts this party off? ive always wanted to taste you big cock daddy π
im in gatlinburg tn right now for a boys trip and all i want is to find some pathetic slutty little 18 year old on here and invite her to our cabin so i can spend the rest of the trip getting her druck as she can be and impalling her tight little cunt on my rock hard married cock. but my friends im with " love their wives to much" and "would never cheat or let me cheat" i hate it and its such a great chance to fuck someone thats not my wife π
she just stood there, staring at her, as my wife fell to her knees sobbing and crying like a mad woman in the bedroom dorway. all my wife could see was me naked in our bed, my cock covered in a glaze of this womans juices and my cum, the bed sheets soaked from the hours of us fucking like animals, and this perfect angel of a homewrecker with her freshly fucked glow and messy hair pulling her dress back on not carring about the ropes of my cum that was covering her body. "sorry wifey, ive had my eyes on that cock of his for to long now. you understand right?" as shr walked by my wife she turned and blew me a kiss "ill see you tomorrow, shall we do your house or mine?" she laughed and walked out the front door. all i could think about was her, and ehat my wife couldnt see. all that cum that i pumped into her.
girls like this always look better drenched in cum, out of breath, with tears and makeup running down their face π
thier favorite game to play was how long daddy can fuck her in the pool before mom became suspicious of them.
what me and my daughters friends do when my wife is away is our own buissiness. π
me and the only other bi dad at the bbq after checking eachothers bulges out all night.
i think you deserve a thanks for letting me use your pool while your wife and daughter are gone Mr.S....so what do you say? want to feed me that cock?
my daughters best friend sent this to me asking if i liked her prom dress...i made an excuse to my wife and left for the night.... the slut never did make it to prom π
Nor is it about how you look. If you want the thrill of making him cave, you can make anyone yours.
Don't let up, don't take no for an answer. When they tell you to stop. Do. ..but don't. If he gets standoffosh, be more subtle, opportunities will present themselves. Moments where you can make comments that allude to your sexual prowess, and appetite. Moments where you can give him knowing and hungry looks. Each of those moments will burrow into his mind.
He will not be able to prevent himself from wondering what you would be like. Wondering will inevitably lead to fantasy. Fantasy will erode his resistance. Some men will take longer than others but eventually they are all easy prey to your will. You are very, very powerful. No man can resist you.
Want to see her fill this in and post it as she makes her way down the checklist. Be interesting to find updates. *Inspired by similar versions, feel free to use this or alter it for your needs community.*
Society teaches us to believe that incest is evil. Speaking as a woman , we also don't want to get sexual with anyone unless we feel safe. So for any son that's looking to be intimate with his mother my advice is shower her with lots of attention and compliments on her beauty. Then be very affectionate! Hug her a lot, kiss her at every opportunity and don't be afraid to hold her hand. Next do things like hold her in your arms as you watch a movie. (Do this on more than one occasion.)
As she gets comfortable being held and touched by you is when you can move on to caressing her. For example, when her cuddling her while watching a movie you can caress her face, arms and legs. Slowly move around towards the exciting body parts like her butt and breasts. If she's comfortable allowing you to stroke her butt then eventually rest your hand on it and occasionally give it a squeeze. Same for her breasts, if she lets you caress them then rest your hand on one and cup it.
The idea is to work your way down towards her crotch. You'll have to go very slow, start at the tummy and move in subtle stages. Don't get aggressive like trying to get under her jeans but just try to get your hand on top of her pussy. Once again let her get comfortable and let her feel that sex with you won't be aggressive or vile. When she's calm then kiss her face a couple of times, wait a few moments and then kiss her on the lips. Soft and gentle at first just to make sure she's not going to freak out.
If she doesn't pull away then you're home free and you can put your tongue in her mouth. After this, you're on your own.
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Iβm speechless
So many people miss this truth: casual every-day misogynists are boring at best, and irritating at worst. The type of person who can't rationalize or articulate a reasonable argument in defense of their beliefs β a person who is generally insecure, overly emotionally reactive, and needs to denigrate others to feel a certain way about themselves.
In short, they lack self-awareness, have poor impulse control, are generally selfish, and are missing the intellectual insight necessary to do real damage.
I am NOT an every-day misogynist. I use progressive language in speech, and I empathize with people who have different life experiences than I do. I put myself in the shoes of other people to try to understand their frame of mind. My friends, coworkers, and family would all argue that I present as one of the more progressive and warm people they know.
But images can be deceiving. Most of them don't know that I keep girls as slaves and pets. Most of them don't know the depths of depravity into which I dive with regularity in the privacy of my personal life.
So if I'm not a casual every-day misogynist, why then am I the one who can do REAL damage?
It's simple: because my brand of misogyny isn't about me... it's about YOU. It's about understanding everything that makes you tick -- your beliefs, your ambitions, your wounds, your trauma. And not just the surface-level that you share with the world while you wear your mask in public... I peer into and through the eyes behind your mask and I see the REAL you. The version of you that you hide from others. The version of you that you even hide from yourself.
I speak to that long-forgotten girl you'd locked away out of fear, your shadow-self with whom you'd forbidden all contact. I re-engage a dialogue with your deepest source of shame, and then I slowly seduce her and raise her to the surface of your mind's eye.
In the end, I even hold the key to let her escape from captivity... the very key you thought you'd thrown away forever.
A casual misogynist will accomplish none of these things. He doesn't care to understand who you are, or how your mind works.
This means he doesn't know how to hurt you as profoundly as I do.
See, I'll use the language of feminism to disarm you at first. To make you feel safe and understood. But then once you've let me in enough to see the true nature of your soul, I'll start to wield it against you. I'll steal the concepts of your deepest-held beliefs like I've robbed you of your only supply of munitions, only to weaponize your own ideological prattle, aiming it in your direction as you are left utterly defenseless.
Over time I'll gaslight you into betraying yourself, making you violate your own principles, and you'll go along with it because I know how to package it up in exactly the right way to make you melt as I turn you into a drippy wet mess for me.
And I'll do all this for no other reason than waging psychological warfare on you is my favorite hobby, and I get off on watching you succumb to the ultimate psychological corruption at my hand.
See, in the end, at my core, I'm not REALLY a misogynist. Yes, I'll readily use misogyny as another tool in my arsenal to reach my goals, but first and foremost I'm a sadist. I just want to hurt you psychologically deeper than anyone else every could, until your mind is so overcome and addicted to the shame that there's nothing left of the girl you used to be... until you're left with no choice but to meekly accept that you're just a drippy dumb wet set of holes, humiliated and degraded beyond repair. Until you accept that this whole time you were deluded by the lies of feminism, but now you understand the truth: that you're just a stupid slut made to serve cock and bow down in subservience to the rule of The Patriarchy. Until you're nothing but a blank canvas for Daddy to paint anew as I see fit, restoring your life with purpose.
Do you understand the difference now, doll? Let me sum it up for you:
In the end, they all do.
πΒ Sadistic Empath, π π "A Feminist" π
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