If it was proven emphatically that God never existed and all of the religious texts were just fiction, would chaos ensue?
Hi friends!! So I am excited to write this post today because after mentioning a few times in past posts about signing up for online dating and actually finding someone that may quite possibly be “the one”, I have gotten such amazing feedback from you readers! I cannot thank you all enough for all your kind words. So this romance was kind of a whirlwind for he and I both. We were both very skeptical with what online dating had to offer and after our fair share of “weirdos” we were both cautious at first. What had started out as messaging each other on the site turned into long paragraphs worth of emails to daily texts/calls/FaceTime’s. It’s only been about two weeks, but it feels like I have known him forever, and trust me I know that sounds super cliche, but this feeling is anything but.
I’ve heard a fair bit of this happening before, especially with online dating…kind of seems to be the new thing to do for some reason or other, perhaps because people don’t consider these people they just met as people with actual feelings, just a face behind a computer who likes dogs, keeping active and the colour green.
One of my girlfriends once met a guy from oasis and seem-ably had a good day out, but he never spoke to her ever again, and I’ve heard similar stories from guys with girls they were interested in who just stop replying to texts. I myself prefer to just brave it and tell someone if I am not interested in them.
Anyway my question is what you guys think of this, is it alright?
Have you ever been seeing somebody or perhaps gone on a few dates with a person and found they have stopped responding to you or communicating out of nowhere?
Do you do this to people, and do you think it is an acceptable way to let somebody know that you are not interested, or just weak and inconsiderate, since the dumpee may not get the hint and you are avoiding having to just be honest and speak with them so that they can be free to cut their losses and move onto the next?
If a mod wants to move this to another section I am content.
I have done a forum search and I am surprised not to find a previous thread – if there is one, please feel free to direct me to it and I would then be happy to have this thread combined with that other or deleted.
Anyway, my cleaner is 51 and was long a friend of my late wife – and in the last few years after her husband went on the lam from an open prison to live on the Costa del Crime she has lost a lot of weight and despite some botched operations on her feet is a sexy little body (maybe a size 10)
Okay, a tale from my online dating adventures —
Flirted and texted with a guy for a couple weeks.
A Shoulder To Cry On? – Part 3 – Love On The Run Part 3 of A Shoulder To Cry On – Decisions, Decisions…
View Author’s Copyright Information We retreated to her bedroom, stunned at what we’d just been told.
What could we do? Did we have a choice? Dee had us right where she wanted us, and there was nothing we could do about it.
Dee was the same age as my cousin.
You wouldn’t think it.
Dee was a plump woman, with dank gingery hair and a turned up nose.
She wore stained tracksuits and generally looked like one of those people to avoid.
I didn’t fancy the prospect, but we had to discuss it.
Either we fucked her, or she would tell people.
“I wish I’d never called you here” she said, sobbing on the bed.
“This is my fault, I had to tell her.
I didn’t think it’d turn out like this.” I sat down beside her, hugging her.
You could tell she felt safe in my arms.
“Well, what about if we told her its over, and we take this to other places?” “What about if we just end it now?” she said regretfully.
“Is that what you really want?” I said.
“I think it’s for the best.
Maybe you should go now.” I wanted to stay and fight for her, but there was no winning this time.
This wasn’t like any other relationship I’d ever had.
Unconventional to say the least.
I got up and left.
I was driving home when I felt my phone vibrate.
I knew who it was, but I simply refused to answer.
I was hurt, although this relationship was purely based on sex, she’d more than made her mark on me.
When I arrived home, she’d left me a voicemail.
“Call me” she said “please baby” before hanging up.
I could hear she was sobbing as she’d called.
I left her alone for a couple of weeks, ignoring her calls and texts.
Somehow I knew it was for the best.
She called again, and this time I answered.
“Meet me” she said “come and pick me up around the corner, I want to sort this out.” I couldn’t resist the urge.
This had been driving me wild.
Just thinking about her made me rock hard every time I thought about it .
I pulled up at our meeting place.
It was raining heavily.
I pulled the car towards her as I saw her approaching, clutching on to her umbrella that was being swept away.
“Fucking hell, I’m soaking” she said as she got into the car.
“I hope so” I said, winking at her.
“Stop it you” “Or what?” I said.
She gazed at me straight in the eye.
I knew what.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Let’s go somewhere quiet, away from her and everyone else, so we can sort this out.” We talked as I drove.
We were both scared of this getting out.
We decided that we would now meet in hotel suites and tell her it was still off.
“I’ve missed you” she said.
“Every time’s been unbelievable.” “I know” I said.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” As I started to think about it all again, I looked at her.
I could feel the hardening bulge in my pants begin to grow.
Just thinking about this woman made me want to cum.
She knew this, as she reached over and put her hand on my lap.
“I fucking love you” she said.
She moved her hand from my lap and began stroking the gearstick suggestively.
I pretended not to notice, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see her teasing me.
She took off her seatbelt, and bent over to the gearstick, where my hand was.
I could feel her warm, hot breath under my hand as she licked and sucked her way up and down the gearstick.
My cock grew harder and harder.
By now, we were out of town, heading towards the leafy villages, where the hotels were.
I saw the signs for a country park.
“Pull in here” she said.
I asked why.
It was a strange request.
Why did she want to go into a country park in the middle of the day while it was pissing down so heavily? I pulled into a space as she unzipped my fly.
As she took my throbbing cock out, I began to open her shirt, massaging each of her soft warm breasts.
She pushed her head down towards my lap and began sucking my cock.
I lay there, motionless, unable to speak.
My eyes rolled back in my head as she massaged my cock with her tongue.
Her tongue piercing catching the most sensitive part of my cock each time she rubbed past it.
Her hand was now tugging.
Each time she pulled her hand up, she took more of my cock into her mouth.
Each time she pulled down, she teased the head with the tip of her tongue.
I felt myself reach across and up her skirt, and her knickers were soaked in cum.
The warmth of this invited my fingers in.
I pulled them out to suck them.
I had to taste her juices.
She moaned in delight each time I arched my fingers inside her, as if I was beckoning her towards me.
I could feel her beginning to cum as my hand became more and more soaked.
The windows began to steam up at an alarming rate, as I could feel both our breathing becoming heavy.
I stopped fingering her tight wet hole as I began to feel myself starting to cum.
She stopped for a moment.
She was teasing me.
I felt the cum drain back from my cock towards my balls as the orgasmic sensation faded.
She was still holding my cock tight at the base.
I could feel it throbbing as she began inserting it into her mouth, gently gagging as she tried to slip part of me towards her throat.
I stroked her hair, before running my fingers through it.
She began tugging faster and faster until I couldn’t take any more.
I started spraying hot jets of cum into her mouth and throat.
She sat up, lovingly gazing at me, cum just edging on the corners of her mouth.
She opened her mouth, grabbed my hand for me to squeeze her tit as she looked at me and swallowed everything that I had given her.
She had blown my cock and my mind to pieces.
“I can’t stop this” she said.
“We’ve got no choice now.
I really enjoyed myself today.
Hopefully I’ve made up for kicking you out the other week.
I’m sorry.” I knew that if I wanted to keep this up, which I couldn’t help, we would have to do something.
She couldn’t afford to move out, and there was no way she could live with me because we’d get caught.
It seemed that going back and talking to Dee was the only thing we could do.
We arrived back at her flat soon after.
Getting out of the car and walking up those grid irons stairs brought even more dread with every step.
We opened the door.
Although I hadn’t seen her for weeks, Dee was in the exact same spot, wearing the same clothes, vegetating.
We sat opposite her, still a word unspoken.
She turned the tv down and looked at us.
“Well?” she gleefully panted.
“What’s it to be? You should be ashamed of yourselves.
How can you be so selfish.
Didn’t your mother ever tell you that sharing is caring?” She pointed to my cousin “You don’t need to answer that.
We all know what your mother was capable of.” I had to restrain her, as she lunged towards Dee, fists clenched, shouting “You ‘orrible slag!” “Now, now” she said.
“I thought all this wonderful, ‘illegal’, filthy sex you’ve been having with him would’ve got rid of all this tension.” I asked them to calm down.
Dee slumped back in her chair.
Face filled with pride.
“So what do you want?” I said intently.
I had to know my fate, one way or the other.
“I think you two should put on a little show for me.” I was confused.
“Well” she said “I wouldn’t want you putting that thing anywhere near me, seeing as I’ve seen and heard about where you put that.
You can be my puppets for the night.
It’s been a good long while since I could tell a man what to do.
It’ll be like my own porno…
Maybe I could film it.” She was so proud of herself.
As if her word was gospel.
But we’d put ourselves in a corner.
“And you won’t say nothing to anyone?” “Not a soul.
And if you ain’t good enough…
You’ll do it again til it is.” I was shocked.
“When?” I asked.
“Not tonight, my programmes are on.
Be here tomorrow.
Oh, and wear something nice.
Have a shave.
I can’t stand hair down there.
It’s filthy, it’s disgusting, it’s immoral, it is wrong.
But hey hunny…
You’d know all about them things.” I couldn’t believe it.
We’d become her puppets.
She was the mistress of puppets, and there we were, dangling on her strings.
Continue reading A Shoulder To Cry On? – Part Two – Six Weeks Later
Be Careful What You Wish For…
This is a true story.
It took place on April 15th 2012.
My friend Echo works at a local gym as a cosmetologist, in a very wealthy and elite part of town.
She meets the most handsome men and gorgeous women.
Over the last couple of years, Echo had been dating a trainer, named Rodney, who worked at her gym.
Rodney is 6 3 with a lean muscular build, shaved head and smooth ebony skin.
His incredibly fit body hid his age of 44.
I have always been fond of him because of his good looks and the thought of what was under those shorts he wore to the gym everyday.
I took every moment I could to ask Echo personal details about their sex life and his size.
I have always fantasized and desired to be with a black man; however, I felt some reluctance due to the taboo surrounding interracial sex.
I had confided in Echo my desire and fantasy to be with him and other men at the same time.
I remember her eyes lighting up with desire after we would discuss these details.
I loved how she would tell me she would enjoy sharing him with me.
I particularly took interest in hearing how he had told her he wanted me and that I was a part of their pillow talk on a routine basis.
It made for great foreplay between me and Echo.
However, that is a different story.
I will never forget the day when she told me she had given Rodney my cell number.
She said he wanted to ask me about something.
What that something was I never found out, but I didn t care.
The idea began to swirl in my head about what I could say or send to him to entice him to want me more and make my fantasy come true.
Not long after this, we began exchanging texts.
Eventually the texts became more flirtatious and sexual.
We would text different fantasies back and forth along with pictures.
My husband loved it and encouraged me to explore this further.
With that, I told Rodney my two most recent fantasies were to be dominated by several men and to be with a black man.
Rodney then asked me to meet him one night at a local club.
I immediately said yes! The night we were to meet couldn t come any faster.
The nights in between were so erotic and hot with anticipation for my hubby and me.
He couldn t stop talking about how excited he was for me to tell him all about my rendezvous with Rodney.
On the day of the blessed event, I made sure I was properly waxed, showered and manicured.
I took my time to make sure every single inch of my skin was moisturized, and I had already picked out my dress and shoes several days in advance.
My dress was short, blue and form fitting with small cut outs along the sides of the dress.
I decided to wear this dress because I had taken a picture of it while I tried it on and sent it to Rodney; he had loved it! He said it had made him instantly hard, and he wanted me now more than ever before.
The dress hugged my body so tight that it showed off every curve of my firm, athletic 5 8 frame.
Due to the cut outs along the side, a bra and panties were out of the question.
I was impressed how the dress made my 34 B tits appear much more supple.
The fabric of the dress made my nipples erect all night.
I put my paten leather, blue high heels on and looked in the mirror at how the heels accentuated my legs, making them look long and lean.
I decided to wear my hair down because Rodney had commented that he loved long brown hair and how it fell on a woman s shoulders.
I was ready for Rodney and whatever awaited me; so I kissed my hubby and said, Good night.
I am going out for some strange .
He told me to be safe and have fun, and he couldn t wait to hear all about it.
The club was dimly lit and full of people when I arrived.
I moved over to the bar and proceeded to order a drink, and I flirted with a few men and women while I waited for my drink.
Flirting was fun, but I had to remain focused.
I looked at my phone realizing Rodney was thirty minutes late, and I still had not heard anything from him.
I was beginning to think he had bailed on me.
At that moment, I decided to make the best of the night regardless if he showed or not.
So, I danced with a few different men and women, occasionally taking a break to have a drink with them.
The urge to look at my phone was unbearable.
When I finally did, I noticed I had a missed a text from Rodney.
He said he was there and would meet me at the bar.
I made my way to the bar scanning the crowd for him.
I saw him standing at the end of the bar wearing an un-tucked, red polo shirt that hugged his toned chest, shoulders and arms.
His pants accentuated all of the right places: specifically, his well-sculpted ass and the bulge in his crotch.
The mere sight of this man drove me mad, and I immediately felt my pussy lightly clench and my wetness begin to build for him.
As I approached him, I realized I was a little tipsy and tried to gain control.
He reached out to me grabbing me by my waist as he embraced me.
The feeling of his large, muscular hands on my waist turned me on even more.
He pressed me deep against his chest making my nipples erect as a wave of sensuality came over me causing my pussy to quiver.
I felt petite and powerless in his muscular arms.
The excitement was enough to send me over the edge, but I reminded myself that I needed to practice some self-control.
Rodney immediately began to apologize for his tardiness.
I tried to play the pouty woman, but it didn t work.
I was more than ready to give into my lust for his body.
He bought me a drink to make amends and attempted to change the subject by flirting and touching me.
He successfully maneuvered the conversation to sex and my body.
As Rodney complimented me on my tight, round ass, he moved his hand from the bottom of my back towards my ass, caressing and cupping it firmly while whispering in my ear how badly he wanted to fuck my ass.
Rodney then began moving his other hand up my stomach to my tits explaining to me how he desired to lick, bit and kiss my perky, firm breasts.
He seemed unconcerned by the onlookers at the bar gazing in awe of his boldness.
I loved all of the stares and occasional envious glances from other men and women.
I enjoyed putting on a show, and this open act made me blush as I felt my wetness build.
I broke out of my stupor and pulled Rodney by his wrist to the dance floor.
While we danced, Rodney s hands explored my body as I gazed into his dark eyes.
He pulled me close into is powerful arms, his hands touching me aggressively.
He twirled me around so my back was on his chest, and I began to grind my firm ass onto his crotch.
I could feel his cock harden through his pants while his warm breath gently escaped onto my neck and shoulders.
Rodney caressed the sides of my body, running his hand up my ass then on to my stomach.
I leaned my head back with my mouth slightly open reaching up to kiss him; when suddenly, I felt Rodney s hands on both of my tits as he rolled the top of my dress down.
There I stood, dancing with Rodney, his hard cock grinding into my ass while my tits were exposed to the crowd.
The excitement pushed me over the edge, and I felt my wetness release onto my inner thighs.
I could hear a few applauses and comments about my tits, but I was more interested in Rodney s full lips on mine as his warm tongue explored my mouth.
This kiss had the same effect on Rodney as it did on me; I felt his cock harden and grown even more against my ass.
Rodney paused from kissing me for a moment and said, let s get out of here as he rolled up my top.
On the way through the club and parking lot, we could hardly keep our hands off one another, continuously kissing and grouping each other.
Once we were at his SUV, he told me to get in the back with him.
My thoughts were that Rodney was going to fuck me in the back seat of his SUV; however, when I got in the back, I was surprised to see two other people in the car.
Rodney turned to me and said remember Jay and Chris from the gym .
I quickly nodded glancing at Jay and Chris.
I remembered meeting Jay and Chris at a party Rodney had.
Jay was driving.
He was 6 feet tall with a long lean body, light brown eyes, short hair and a light mocha complexion.
Chris was in the passenger seat.
He was about 6 2 with a light muscular build, short hair and dark chocolate skin.
His dark eyes were piercing through my dress.
Rodney said we were going to head to one of their houses and continue our date.
He asked if it was okay with me; but I wasn t able to say a word.
I merely nodded my head in agreement.
As we drove off from the parking lot, Rodney leaned me back and began to kiss me aggressively and passionately.
I felt his hand move up my stomach and onto my tits.
He rolled the top of my dress down exposing my perky tits and hard nipples.
I could her Chris say that he couldn t wait to taste the creamy white tits.
I loved seeing Chris watch Rodney kiss me and run his tongue down my neck onto my tits.
When Rodney began to lick and kiss my erect nipples, I could feel my wetness running down my ass.
While Rodney feverishly toyed with my breasts, he ran his hands down my body and pushed up my dress.
As I lie there, with the anticipation that he was going to eat my pussy, I ran my hands down his body feeling his sculpted abs and began to unfasten his belt and pants.
Instead of Rodney going down on me, I felt him grab my arms and he pull me towards him as he lay back on the seat.
I was on all fours in the back of the car as my ass pointed in the air towards Chris.
I moved my hands up to his crotch and began to explore his dark manhood.
When I pulled him out of his pants, I gasped seeing his beautiful ebony cock.
It was about eight and half inches long with a thickness of about two and half inches; it was so long and smooth with a diamond shaped head.
With one hand, I grabbed a hold of his glorious cock at the base while my other hand played with his tip.
The head of his dick was covered in his wetness.
I leaned my head down and ran my tongue along his slit tasting his fruit flavored wetness.
When I ran my tongue around his head, I heard Rodney groan and say, Oh shit, white girl can suck dick .
I swirled my tongue along the rim of his gorgeous cock for several minutes.
Prepping it for its inevitable insertion into my mouth.
I tried for what seemed an eternity to fit the head into my mouth.
As I did this, Chris was behind me admiring my bare firm ass.
I could feel him running his hand up between the inside of my thighs.
His hand felt coarse and strong on my white skin.
He suddenly slapped the inside of my legs forcing me to spread my legs wider for him, and I gave in.
Chris began teasing my clit with his fingers; I felt my pussy gush with desire and wetness as his fingers rimmed my entry.
He then pulled his fingers out of me and said that he loved the taste of a young white girl in his mouth.
I could now feel my wetness running down my leg.
Chris then began fucking my tight pussy with two of his fingers as I felt him kissing and biting my ass while moving his tongue closer and closer to my rosebud.
The sensation of Chris tongue rimming my tiny rosebud, his fingers fucking my pussy and the head of Rodney s cock in my moist mouth made me clench hard on Chris fingers.
I heard Chris say to Jay and Rodney that the little white girl was cumming.
I tried desperately to take a breath as I came for what seemed like several minutes.
As I finished cumming, I was sucked back into reality; and I had noticed the car stopped moving.
Jay, Chris and Rodney hopped out of the car.
I felt the door open as Chris pulled me out of the car.
As I tried to stand, I stumbled.
Chris caught me then glanced at me saying that I had no idea what my little friend Echo me up for.
I was in complete shock and awe and thought that bitch ! God I loved her.
The next thing I knew, Chris yanked hard on my dress and ripped it off of my body leaving me completely naked in my high heels.
I saw Jay and Rodney walk into the house as I tried to cover my naked body.
Chris marched me to the back of the house where there was a beach bed, a pool and a hot tub.
I noticed torches softly lit the back yard as Chris led me to the beach bed.
I then noticed Jay and Rodney standing naked by the bed.
Rodney, his dick still hard from before, stood before me.
Jay was near the end of the bed.
Both of their ebony bodies shined beautifully in the glow of the moonlight.
Rodney grasped both of my arms with his powerful hands lifting me slightly off the ground as he flung me onto the bed.
At this point, I was a little out of my element.
I had been with multiple men before but never any black men.
I was excited, eager, wet, and a little intimidated.
He leaned into me and grabbed me by my ankles pulling me to the edge of the bed.
With one of his large hands, he held both of my ankles captive high above his shoulders.
With his free hand, he guided his immense cock towards me as he parted my moist slit like a hot knife to butter.
He teased my clit with the diamond shaped head of his dick and began to rim the entrance to my pussy.
The pressure I felt was excruciating.
It was the perfect combination of pleasure and pain.
As Rodney played with me, Chris crawled onto the bed.
I was so aroused by this point that I instinctively reached out and yanked on his cock.
It was a splendid sight: he was eight inches in length with a thickness of two inches.
His hard shaft felt hefty in my small hand.
Chris began to slap the head of his penis on my lips as I accepted his hard wet cock into my mouth.
I was looking up into his eyes as he watched me pump his cock with my mouth.
He leaned his head back and moaned.
As I sucked Chris dick, a sharp pain on the lips of my pussy stunned me as the head of Rodney s cock finally entered me making me jerk and gasp in blissful agony.
Rodney s grip became all the more firm on my body.
I told Rodney to fuck my little white pussy hard and deep.
Rodney grabbed my hips with both of his hands and forced himself deeper into me.
I felt tears well up in my eyes as his massive penis stretched me open.
All the while sucking on Chris s cock.
I again felt a violent thrust; this time, he pushed himself completely into me.
I begged him to please fuck me, fuck me harder.
He did just that.
He would pull his cock all the way out except for the head of his dick then violently thrust back into me and pause.
When he paused, he would grab my tits and pull my nipples hard.
He did this over and over again.
With each thrust, I felt my juices squirt out of me onto our legs, and I felt my breath being knocked out of me.
This seemed to have continued on for sometime, and the thrusts became more frequent as his balls slapped against my ass.
I felt Rodney s cock lurch deep inside of me sending a sharp pain into my body as I felt his hot cum release into me.
I clenched down hard and was cumming harder than I ever had in my life.
Rodney and I moaned and screamed as he collapsed on my chest kissing and licking my tits as our bodies relaxed.
My body was shivering, and I fell faint from the complete release.
He pulled himself from inside of me releasing the pressure from my exhausted pussy.
Rodney then moved aside, and Chris moved down between my legs.
My body felt heavy and my legs rendered clumsy as I lie there for their bidding.
Chris immediately picked up where Rodney had left off forcing his swollen, black cock into my cum-filled pussy.
I felt the sensation of him piercing me over and over as the sweat rolled off of his toned abs and onto my clit.
He then flipped me over onto my stomach pulling me up on all fours and forcing himself into me from behind me.
I looked up and saw Jay now making his way onto the bed, hard and ready for me to take him into my mouth.
All I could do was open my mouth as he pulled my hair back hard and force-fucked my mouth while Chris pounded his cock into me repeatedly.
Chris slapped my ass, only pausing to grab a handful of it.
He would take his thumb and tease my anus by rimming it and slowly inserting it into me.
When I thought I couldn t take any more, a wave came over me and I yelled as I came again while Chris and Jay continued their assault on my white body.
Then Chris lay down on the bed pulling me on top of him, my back towards his chest.
A sharp pain shot through me causing me to gasp as his cock entered my anus.
I felt Chris s hand on my hips holding me down so tight that his fingers dug into me skin.
Jay moved over me and put one hand over my mouth as he held himself up with the other.
He then forced his black manhood into my pussy.
The delightful pain of being double fucked by both of these beautiful black men was insatiable.
I screamed and cried in pure pleasure as both of the men took turns fucking my pussy and anus in rhythm.
This rhythm, mixed with the pressure of our three bodies pressed together and our sweat mingling, pushed me over the edge.
I felt a wave crash over me from head to toe making my pussy and ass clench down hard at the same time on both Chris and Jay s cocks.
As I came, I felt their dicks stiffen and their balls tighten.
I felt them cum hard into both of my holes with their seed.
I must have dozed off from exhaustion because I woke to an empty bed.
I lay there quietly, covered in sweat and cum, listening to the boys in the distance.
I was reveling in the pleasure of the last few hours; I couldn t believe what had happened! I thought I was completely alone until I felt a soft hand of me, and I heard a familiar, voice.
It was Echo.
She looked at me, smiled and said I hope you enjoyed my surprise for you .
I couldn t even speak as she reminded me to be careful what you wish for because you just may get it.
She ran her tongue down my body tasting me and cleaning my pussy of all cum.
Echo told me she had set this up for us, and she had watched me all night.
The remainder of the night proceeded in similar fashion with one difference: Echo was now in the mix.