With all of the talk of drones and UAP, I'm prompted to write what happened to me on a lonely road a few years back.
I was driving, it was during the day and I saw something in the middle of the road just kind of hovering there. So of course I slowed my car down and stopped probably 100ft or more from this silverish saucer shaped craft. My car started acting strange and sputtered out, and with a brilliant flash of light there were these two beautiful blonde women standing in front of my car, seemingly caressing each other. They looked right at me, I felt nervous but also amazed at how gorgeous they were. I picked up my phone and snapped a picture - and that's all I remember. I have 4 hours of missing time - but I also have very erotic dreams of these two women which feel very real.
In the dream I'm on some kind of metal table, their hands glide over my body and I try to move but I can't. I can see and feel that I'm naked, and these two insanely beautiful women are smiling at me and softly caressing my skin. They lower some kind of device from the ceiling onto my privates - it's like a vacuum cleaner or something - but it instantly made me ejaculate in massive amounts. I came so hard it hurt - and I kept cumming, over and over. I was drained completely. They pulled the mechanism off of my cock, and one of them got a type of glass tube and collected the dribbling cum from the head of my dick.
I tried to speak to them, but I couldn't. In my own voice, in my head I heard "You're ok, relax," and I saw pictures of them kissing in my head too. So I kind of made the connection that they were a couple, that they were together - perhaps wives.
I laughed to myself, "lesbians in space abducting me..."
Then I got an image in my head of all three of us having an orgy, "we're not lesbians, we love all genders."
I got the impression from them that they could fuck me, but they wouldn't get pregnant from me if I came in them because my sperm somehow has to be "treated" in a certain way, but also that they were going to "treat" my sperm so both of them could have babies.
Then I wake up - it's a re-occurring dream. Sometimes it's a little different - but mostly it's the same dream. In a lot of ways I wish they would have taken me with them... because I'd rather be traveling the stars with two sexy babes than living on this shithole of a planet. I think their concern is that my emotional state probably couldn't handle it - especially since they're more mature as a species. And I know I'm making assumptions but it's like a 'knowing' - like I've been told this.
Anyway - it's just a story. Peace.

When she first sat down her legs were spread so wide and her skirt was so short that I got a very good look at the beautiful sight of her pantie-less pussy pressed against her nylons. Evey detail was clearly visible,  the hood around her clit, her labia and even her open cunt hole was on display... this only lasted 1 maybe 2 seconds but I remember it so well.
I also remember looking up to her face and straight into her eyes... she must have known from my open mouth that I had sent everything, but she showed no emotion.. zero. She folded her legs got out her phone and our comute continued. 
She stayed on the train as I got off ,she sat there legs on show and skirt open to the hip.
I just had to share.

And further reminders how there is no real trouble without my Master. And how tasty it is when He allows His little fuck toy to be His own personal toy? And how much indeed He makes all the emotions go crazy and conflicts on His bite

To start this off, I am a middle aged woman, never been married, with a high sex drive.

My confession is, that it is getting harder and harder for me to get off.

My misfortune is, that I was born ugly. Didnt wanna admit it to myself, but during my 20s I finally did. This affected my personal life to such extent, that I was a virgin until I was 24. After realizing this, I devoted most of my free time to bettering myself, through work outs, and running, and got my body in shape so great, that men started looking past my face, wanting me for my physique.

When you are starved for attention, and ancient erotic forums are your sex life, and men suddenly start showing interest, that path leads to promiscuity.

I have had numerous men, and to most of them, I was just a pass time, something on the side, fun for the night. Among these, many used me for things they wanted to do, but never did, or couldnt ask from their partners.

This opened up sexual horizons, I dared to cross, but it all came with a price, and I dont mean the emotional one, I have surpassed those kinds of trauma.

First thing was, that it became hard for me to cum from penetration alone. I know it is natural, but I always could, when being on top, and stimulating my clit against my lover, with specific motions. But that stopped.

Then I discovered the joy of anal, while rubbing myself, and this lead to me to a near euphoria state. I thought, I figured out sex, but after some time, it became even harder, doing it this way.

It wasnt enough.

Then, it was name calling, for a while...

After that, slapping and choking, for a while...

And the last one was total degradation, and with every step, it became harder and harder to find pleasure.

So, now, I am out. I still have sex, but the pleasure is gone. I would think that I am burned out, if it werent for places like this one, in which, once in a blue moon, I find something, satisfying enough, to get me going.

I guess I used up all of my sex, designed for one life, or, this is a scary thought, the only thing that might get me going now, can be sex tied to emotions, which I never experienced.

I love my mom so much, she's like the perfect woman. My mom's been the most important person in my life. I thought my love was only emotional till I started to become more aware of my mom. I always suppressed my sexual feelings for my mom till one day I couldn't. I was horny and missing my mom to the point that I searched up mother son incest porn, that was the first day I had looked up incest porn and when I started to accept that I was attracted to my mother.

Things only escalated more when I left, we used to share a bathroom so I could smell her panties when ever I wanted to but now I couldn't. I had to resort to taking panties home any time I visited now to have a reminder of my mom's smell.

Recently because it's the summer I've been staying over at her house where we sleep in the same bed together. The nights I spend make me love her even more, feeling her warmth next to me while I sleep are like heaven. Best part is she sleeps braless and her huge tits are on fully display, you can even see her nipples through some of her shirts. She also always wears the same shorts every night, I love to sniff them and rub my hard cock all over the inside. These nights have made me want her more then ever. When she's asleep I get to have more fun. I usually slide my hand under her shirt and start playing with her tits, I love feeling her nips get hard in my hand. The best is when I can finger her pussy, I'll put my hand on my mom's soft thighs and if she doesn't react I move my hand under her shorts. Once my hand is in there I just lift her panties a bit and slide my fingers in, my finger moving through her bush into her tight wet hole.

I want to feel my mom's whole body from her supple nipples to her wet pussy, I need to feel the soft skin of her chubby thighs before I finger her wet hairy pussy. I wish I could feel her vagina wrapped around my dick, claiming my virgin dick for her own. I wouldn't need anything else in life if I could have such a relationship with my mom.

I married a woman ten years older than me. Man, she was hot as hell, and still is, but since she turned 50, I have noticed that she became somewhat restless, teasing guys, being flirty with our friends etc.

So, with women, you know how they think they have soaked up the wisdom of the world, with them, it is quite easy to turn things your way, only if you make them think, it is their idea.

I have this co worker, my age, who I have been lusting over for quite some time, but I never had the nerve to cheat, and she gave me mixed signals. So my work has started.

It was long and hard, but after many late night talks, she suggested that we might try an open relationship, as long as we are always honest to each other, and with a pact that we will tell everything, and no emotional attachment.

Again, she thought this was her idea, but I have been tube feeding her hints, for months. Why go this way, why just not cheat? I have my reasons, which are, mostly financial (that is why I married an older woman - hot, but still older).

I have managed to hit it off with my colleague quite easily, I guess signals werent mixed, but I was unsure in reading them. So I would tell my wife about it, and soon enough, she wanted details. The sex we had after I told her... Oh man, oh man oh man!!!!

She, on the other hand, didnt have much luck in her exploits. One guy grossed her out during the date they had, and she just gave him a sympathy hand job in his car. She had sex with the other guy, but it was dull, he took her missionary style, and didnt bother to try to please her. And for the third guy, it was some youngster in his early 20s, he came during fore play, and couldnt perform afterwards.

Me, on the other hand, I was having a blast, and every time I came back with another story, sex became wilder and wilder, to the point after which I told her I had anal sex with this woman (it was a lie), she let me up her ass for the first time ever.

After we were done, she started crying, telling me how she made a huge mistake, and that she will be there for me, only if we stop seeing other people.

So we did. It was fun while it lasted, but something good came out of it. Our sex life EXPLODED, from anal, to role play, to sex in semi public places.

I must admit, this part was not a part of any plan, it just happened, and I cant be more happy about it. Now when I think of it, only after it is all over, I have started to realize how risky all of this was.

Trans man here!
I wanna find an unhappy wife to flirty with!don’t you finally wanna be heard? Have an emotionally intelligent conversation? Let’s be a little flirty and sexual and free ;) I won’t tell if you won’t tell! 

Trans man here!
I wanna find an unhappy wife to flirty with!

don’t you finally wanna be heard? Have an emotionally intelligent conversation? Let’s be a little flirty and sexual and free ;) I won’t tell if you won’t tell! 

I am 35, and three years ago, I became a widow. If we put the emotional trauma to the side, it has been hard ever since, because, as a single mom, my life is all about work, and providing for my children.

Sex, I forgot about it for a long time, but our bodies want what they want, and, this need has lead me to places like this one.

I started using tinder, and it was awful. I mean, the attention I got at first, was flattering, and it did help my self esteem, but if I think it through, I have always been aware of my looks. But, tinder was no good, and eventually I dropped it.

Then, in a place similar to this one, I started connecting with a few guys. Nothing special, it was an elevated version of sexting, and that kept me satisfied for a while, but after some time, that too has became monotonous.

Why didnt I meet someone in person? I cant really explain it, I felt that physical contact was something bad and that by doing it, I would show that I forgot about what happened and, I know it sounds silly, but that it would make me a bad person.

After a while, I got back to tinder, determent to try my luck. Met with this man, a bit older than me, who told me straight up, that he is married, and only wants some side action. I wanted to get this over with, considering this meeting like a healing process that I must go through, so I have said yes to a date.

I was surprised how good looking he was, and I think he was surprised as well (we both didnt show our faces on the app).

At our first date, he was a gentleman, didnt rush anything, and we connected, and I even thought - what a shame that he is married. I felt great guilt after thinking these thoughts through.

Second was a dinner date, and he bought me even further, when he showed up dressed flawlessly. I was ready to spend a night with him.

Before our third date, he flat out told me he will rent a room for us, after dinner. And it was a good, one of the best hotels in our city, and when we went into the room, I was ready to go.

I am not that experienced in sex, because, before my marriage, I only had one bf, and that was back in hs, and I had no idea that sex can be that rough, and so much satisfying at the same time.

After we were done, he gave me 100 EUR (in here people make around 700 a month - I make more, but just to give you an idea). When I asked him what is it, he told me that it is for me to buy something for the kids.

It didnt feel good, but I took the money.

Next time, he asked me if he can film himself cumming on my tits. I said yes, but without my face, so he did. I got 200 that night.

Before our third meet up, he texted me that, if I do an enema before we meet, that he will triple "the present". I knew what it meant, even though I never had anal sex in my life. But I did it, and it wasnt that bad, and I got my 600.

In the end, he asked me, for our next date, to film me giving him a blow job, with my face visible, and that would be worth a 1000. When asked, who will he show it to, he just said that he wants his friends to see it, since they loved our little cumshot clip we did before.

That is where I drew the line, and I am not seeing him any more.

But if I am being honest with myself, it was extremely exciting, having sex for money, with someone with who I would do it, and wanted to do it, for free.

And in the end, one thing is certain - no more tinder and online meet ups, ever again, time to get back to the real world, even though this little adventure was fun and it made me feel alive, I realized, that it is not the way I would like to go through life.

I need, and I deserve something better.

My marriage is dead, my husband doesnt see me anymore, and as I approach 40, I have been feeling bad about myself. He was never a looker, neither was I, but he has let himself go completely, to that point, that I feel disgusted by the thought of him touching me. He doesnt even try, and that makes me feel relief, and anger at the same time.

I have always been petite, never pretty, but I kept my body in shape. After two births, I gained some weight, and started running. Found my bliss there, and now, I am even doing marathons.

A man hasnt noticed me for ages, but my running partner did. A man like him, without a similar interest, would never give me any attention, I am fully aware of it, so I clinged onto him, started making up scenarios in which we would train together, outside of our little group. I have noticed his touches, and I wanted him to take me.

When he made his move, I kind of backed out. I was overwhelmed by emotions, pictures of my family were in front of my eyes, and, it was awkward. He backed off, and avoided me, but I was so persistent to get him back, that he gave in.

Winter came, and we had to move back indoors. I was doing everything to continue our time together, that I was all over the place, researching runner friendly gyms, where we could go together etc. Then he suggested that we can run at his place.

His ex was a runner two, and she eventually ran off with some lawyer. He still had two treadmills in front of a big tv, where they ran together.

That night, he made his move, again. This time, I didnt hesitate, I kissed him back. Didnt want to sleep with him, so I gave him a hand job, after a lots of snogging. Couldnt believe that a hand job can be that sexy - the way he moaned, looked at me, the intensity of his orgasm...

Then, he started avoiding me, again. Blocked my number, I couldnt get a hold of him in any way. I literally had to corner him, in front of his building. He said, that he knows it is wrong, that I am married, and he wants to make love to me, because he is in love with me.

I told him that I am in love, too.

That night, we ran together. After the shower, I rode him, until he came in me. I was in heaven, from the sex, all the sexy things he told me, all the lovely things he said about me, the way he looked at me, the way he touched me...

I never saw him again. When I got back home, saw my husband and kids, I decided that I cannot be that woman. So I stayed. I am regretting it every second, and I will regret it till I drop dead, but that was the only choice that I could make.

Someone asked me what i like about my Master and why i keep begging. Well after my dog died i realized i miss her wild nature and how she was never tamed really and how much it speaks to my nature and how much it fits. And how much i admire His traits. Such as that primal, His mind, His way of emotions even tho He at times thinks i need Him more sweet on usual common ways like other people. That’s not the case. The way He shows things when i find them out i am always kinda ohh i like this better and realize why i didn’t work well with my other relationships. His honesty and our little toxic. Our dirty playful toxic. His firm unique nature that doesn’t settle but knows what it wants even tho He refuses to say it. How He makes efforts and even His bad humor ( don’t want to tell Him that). Im not mad or hurt or such. He say i am sweet in unusual ways so my feminine gets me silly and blushing and craves Him to tell me im sweet. Hmm so at times light energy goes into a little heavy one. And then we both gets confused. All i hope is that He doesn’t change His mind on our progress and that we will continue to have fun and our seduction and taste more of that power exchange. And that no matter of emotions i will earn to know after 14 days that my Master is okay. It’s natural desire if you are tasting the full proper slave dynamic. Yeah i haven’t really followed the rule. Maybe if i am told a firm yes that He will always be back I could be good girl who waits but in same time gets to claw the wall in tormented playful way. I just like how it was. Literally and have no idea why would it go less than it was from my eyes