Another pic of my sexy busty Maltese wife Suzanne! I love her so much and I have always loved and wanted to marry a hot Maltese woman with big tits and god has blessed me with my Maltese wife Suzanne! She is the only woman who I have ever loved and she would have to be one of the sexiest women I have ever seen! She puts nearly every girl in their 20's to Shame!;))) I really do feel lucky that I'm with her and couldn't ask for anything more! I love her!;)))

# T: Does your ass get fed something every day?

Dear T.,

I wear my buttplug inside my ass every day, all day long, and every night in bed too. When I need to I remove it to use the bathroom and then put it back up my ass. So I only remove it when I'm doing my daily anal stretching routine exercises and challenges, or when nature calls, then wash it and put it back inside my ass where it belongs.

In the morning, when I wake up, still wearing by my buttplug, I might remove it temporarily but then I go about my whole day wearing my buttplug, just like I do every day, I always go to work wearing my buttplug inside my ass throughout my workday, at meetings, conferences or visiting clients. After work I usually go shopping and I choose a vegetable or fruit or object that will stretch my ass wider and bring it home for my daily routine of anal stretching exercises that will be recorded for the purpose of being viewed by people such as yourself!

Being anally plugged throughout the day calms and relaxes me, and at night in bed, it helps me fall asleep and rest better. I can't remember the last time I wasn't wearing a buttplug unless it was to be penetrated in my ass by something else bigger or to use the toilet.

When I go out at the weekends with my girlfriends or with my master, I like getting in the mood by having a drink or two before going out to party and dancing, as usual going commando and wearing a plug up my ass. When we are at the dance club I like 'accidentaly' flashing my pussy or my buttplugged ass on the dancefloor then running to my man or to my girls pretending to be ashamed.

On one ocassion I went out with my girls dancing at the club. Mdma really makes girls loose their shame, and this club is nice for us girls, security guards know us and stand right beside us and they also enjoy the view, but no one dares bother us, then two of the girls wanted to try on the rosebud butt plugs I showed them, got lubed and went up their asses, they all went commando and joined me dancing and flashing at all the guys at the club!

After the club, on our way back home walking through the park, I like to flash my pussy at random lucky guys, my master lifts my skirt and ask a stranger if he would like to see more, I might show him how I take out my buttplug and then put it in my mouth. He stops me in front of a bunch of guys drinking and sitting in a bench, walks over to them and has a chat, he comes back and turns me around bends me over and lifts my skirt, he spreads my ass so all the guys can have a good look, I give them a little show while they're cheering me on, but are very respectful. Because he warned them that if anyone were to be rude the show would be over and the rest of them must agree to forcibly stop and slap up anyone who would dare be rude, no one ever has been rude, works all the time! Once I brought a double ended dildo in my handbag out with me, I took it out in front of ten or fifteen teenagers, I removed my buttplug and held it safely inside my mouth while I shoved the whole dildo deep inside my ass, all the way in and I kept it inside my ass while I put my buttplug up my ass too, meanwhile they kept cheering me on. Then I flashed my plugged ass spreading my pussy and ass cheeks at the guys while the dildo was still all the way up my ass plus the buttplug! Big applauses and cheering. I walked away on my man's arm, every so often he lifted my skirt, flashing my plugged ass at them, they shout and whistle and are thankful and grateful, it's so much fun! Some guys at the park already know me and sit and wait at the park when the night clubs are closed! My little fan base! I love to show off!

Prolonged long-term constant buttplug wear, as long as it's done properly, safely and with appropriate lubrication is completely fine and has never had painful consequences for me, I know by experience. Some individuals like me choose to wear a buttplug for extended periods, it relaxes and calms me since the anus is a receptacle of much tension in the body, sustained dilation of the outer and inner anal sphincters releases such tension and individuals like me benefit from it, not to mention the sexual benefits from the capacity to enjoy anal sexuality to its full potential.

I love to show off pictures and videos of me stretching my ass to as many people as possible! Please enjoy the pics and videos of my anal exercises that I make for your enjoyment and also mine! Just come and visit my profile! I really love to read comments and opinions, it is a big turn-on! It makes me totally wet and gives me desire to make more videos and pictures of me being a total anal slut, undeniably loving being widened and deeply penetrated up my ass with various objects, vegetables, fruits, bats, etc.. all the way deep inside my ass then all they way out very fast each time, in and out repeatedly and very fast, so my ass makes loud plop noises and stays gaped and I orgasm thinking about how so many people like you will watch and hear me! You will know it is true I love it up my ass! As you will see so clearly in my videos, I really enjoy being an anal slut and proud to show off! Also, if I’m lucky, I might enjoy a comment and your opinion about what a dirty anal slut I am and how it is so obvious and undeniable that I really am a natural born anal slut who clearly loves to have her ass stretched for everyone to see!

P.s. Guess where I put my buttplug while it's not inside my ass! Here's a clue... zoom in and look closely at those bitemarks on my buttplug! Yes! I'm also an ♡ ass to mouth slut ♡ and I also eat all the fruits and vegetables that I put up my ass in my daily anal stretching exercises! A vegetable or a fruit up my ass also fills my tummy and keeps me healthy and my slutty ass happy every day!

open your heart, open your ass

K xoxo

Kelly stood in front of the mirror, the room silent except for the faint hum of the city outside. The silk dress clung to him like a whisper, its deep emerald hue catching the faint glow of the bedside lamp. He traced his fingers along the hem, the delicate fabric slipping between them like water.

He’d done this countless times before—late at night, alone, when the world couldn’t see. But tonight felt different. The air in the room was heavier, charged with something he couldn’t quite name.

As he turned to the side, admiring the way the dress moved with him, Kelly’s thoughts raced. He knew the world’s rules, the ones etched into him since childhood: men don’t wear dresses. Men don’t feel this way.

But here he was.

He ran his hands over the bodice, marveling at the way it hugged his chest. It didn’t just look good—it felt good. It felt right. There was a strange, electric thrill in it, a kind of power he couldn’t explain. He felt vulnerable and untouchable all at once, like he was shedding one skin to reveal something truer underneath.

“Why am I so afraid of this?” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible in the stillness.

His eyes met his reflection, and for the first time, he didn’t see shame staring back at him. He saw curiosity, maybe even pride. The man in the mirror wasn’t a stranger. He was Kelly—complex, multifaceted, and unapologetically alive.

Kelly turned back to the bed, where a pair of heels sat waiting. He hesitated, his heart racing again. The thought of slipping them on thrilled and terrified him in equal measure. Would he still feel this way once the night ended? Would he ever find the courage to show someone else this side of himself?

He took a deep breath and stepped forward. The cool leather of the heels felt foreign yet exhilarating as he slipped them on. Standing again, he found his balance, his reflection taller, more commanding. He didn’t just look good. He looked... breathtaking.

A small smile crept across his lips. The world didn’t have to know—not yet, maybe not ever. For now, it was enough that he knew.

For the first time, Kelly felt free to embrace the pieces of himself he’d always kept hidden. And as he walked across the room, the soft click of heels against hardwood echoing in the quiet, he felt more powerful than he ever had before.

I had a strange relationship with my room mate, back in my 20's.

I just started working in the city, and she was a friend of a friend, who needed a room mate, so that is how we started living together. We were both in mid 20's, and she was this petite, beautiful brunette, very slim, flat chested, but with a great, athletic figure.

She was a great room mate, nice, calm, not too loud, didn't party, nor have people over, and I was pretty much the same. Of course she attracted me sexually, but I wasn't doing anything about it for two reasons, first one, not to ruin a perfectly well organized living situation, second, I figured she was out of my league.

It was a small, one bedroom apartment, so in the beginning I was sleeping on the couch in the living room. After a while, we figured that we like spending time together in the evenings, watching TV, and drinking cheap beer and wine.

In the end, she called me to sleep in the bedroom, since it had two beds, with an agreement that one of us will evacuate to the couch, if the other brings someone in.

That never happened to me, and she wasn't very active either, she had one bf, for a short time, but I think he slept over two or three times.

Neither of us had many friends, so it was just me and her.

She started going out of the shower just in her underwear, changed in front of me (never going naked, but stripping down to her undies), and I would joke about it, asking her to stop, since I haven't had a girlfriend in ages, and she was replying with some motivational shit, like, go out more, laughing it off.

I would use this new situation, to go out of the shower just in my boxers, with my erection clearly visible. She always looked, but didn't comment.

Every night, I would go to bed , with a raging hard on, I would smell her in the room, too afraid to even move. One of those nights, we weren't still asleep, each in our own bed, and I was so horny, that I thought I will get an aneurism, so I got up, and told her I am going to the living room, and if she would be ok not to come out until I am back. With a sleepy voice, she asked me "gonna watch porn", and we both laughed when I said yes.

So I did this two or three times a week, and always told her to stay away, and she would always have a comment, something like "you did it yestraday", or "again?", but every time it was in a joking fashion, so I figured she didn't mind.

Few weeks later, during one of those nights, she suddenly got out of the bedroom, saying loudly "don't mind me, I got thirsty".

The sound of her voice, and the sight of her, made me cum instantly, and I just covered myself with a blanket, until she got back in the room.

These late night visits weren't frequent, but after a while, she continued to do it. "Bathroom, passing through", or "sorry", and I just started edging, while waiting for her to come. I stopped covering myself when she would pass by, and with corner of my eye, I was looking if she was looking my way. She was.

As soon as she would be back in the room, I would cum. So, I wanted a next step, to cum in front of her. I edged for seven days, yes, seven days, without cumming, during the day, while at work, my balls were hurting, and I just wanted to give her a show. It wasn't intentional, I must admit, on day three, I had my living room session, but she didn't come out, same on the day five, but on the seventh day, I almost lost all hope, when I heard the door open. At this point, she didn't even speak to let me know she is coming through, she just went to the bathroom.

Now, the couch was facing slightly towards the bathroom, with a bedroom door being behind. As I saw her coming out, I started blasting. I didn't look at her, I just saw her shadow standing there, it was so hard not to moan, since I shot three giant ropes of cum all over my chest.

"Jesus fucking Christ, man, we must find you a woman."

I felt a great deal of shame, at that moment, and this perfectly describes our relationship. It was obvious that she didn't want me, and there was some sourness in those words.

Yet, this continued, and one night, when passing by, she told me "this is stupid, if you have to do it, do it in the room, it is the same for me at this point, I saw your pecker a thousand times".

So, I did. She would just sleep, but with a few little changes. She stopped wearing pj's, because "this spring is too hot", even though we've been living together long enough, that I know that she wore her short summer pj's last year. I knew when she was sleeping, and when she was awake. While sleeping, she would cover herself totally, I guess she felt cold, like most women tend to, but when she was awake, she would "accidentally", uncover her bottom, for me to admire it.

One night, while I was doing it, she turned my way, looking at me. "What are you watching?"

"You don't wanna know"

"Ah, cmon..."

"Two guys one girl, a threesome."

"What are they doing?"

"Double penetration"

"Ewww, that sounds gross"

And she just turned around.

It was all like this, I can't even remember all the instances something similar happened. The funny part is, besides this, we still clicked perfectly, hung out every night, joked around, but it was obvious that she wasn't into me.

One night, we were drinking up to late at night, and I wasn't planning on wanking, since I was almost wasted, as was she. When we got to our beds, I almost fell asleep, when I heard some movement. Turned around, she was on her stomach, with her bottom uncovered, wearing a silk tongue (who wears that to sleep), and she was touching herself, with her hand, which was underneath her, while reaching between her legs.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up, you do it every other night, I can do it once, can I "

I got up, and just couldn't ignore it. She heard me, she felt me standing over her, but continued. My hand reached between her legs, and I started kissing her ass cheeks, her legs. She pulled her hand back, and responded kindly,with moaning. I wanted to turn her around, but she made it clear that she likes it that way, tried to lick her pussy, from behind, but she kept her pelvis on the mat, but when my tongue reached between her cheeks, she perked her ass up, and let me have it. In under a minute of ass licking, she was done, moaning loudly, almost screaming.

As the thought of me mounting her was passing through my mind, she said "don't even think about it", and covered herself.

You can imagine how pissed I was. Still, this continued for a few more months, until one night, while we were hanging out, and drinking, she, while being quite tipsy, opened up, and told me that this whole thing became weird, that she loves me as a friend, but she feels this is sick, and that it has to stop.

I felt ashamed, and just sat there, like an idiot.

"I understand you, but, you know... Maybe I can suck you off, sometimes, I don't know"

I just got up, and unbuttoned my pants, and she did it, right there.

And, it became a thing. I was very careful not to overdo it, I would only bring it up when we had a fun night, when she had a few drinks, and felt good all around. I tried touching her, giving my best to get a reaction, but most times she would just move my hand. It wasn't frequent, maybe twice a month, and sometimes, she would do it mechanically, with no vigor, but other times, I could feel she was horny, since she flirted with my cock, looked me in the eyes, etc. One time, she even licked my ass. Not really, but it is the closest I ever got to a rim job, I was laid back on the couch, she was on her knees between my legs, going down on my balls, and as I wanked, while she was licking them, I lifted my legs a bit too high, to give her access to my scrotum, and she just went down, and went from bottom all the way to the balls, with her full tongue, crossing over my asshole. Not only did it make me cum instantly, she found it hilarious, and laughed like crazy.

This went on for another year, and I couldn't help but to fantasize, about her finally giving in, loving me, making love to me, since I couldn't imagine living without her.

Until one afternoon, she told me she is having someone over, and that I should relocate to the couch. She met him the day before. I could hear them fucking, she was moaning loudly, and the bed was fighting for it's life.

That was it, I had to move out.

It was fun, it was amazing, that period was the most interesting and intense part of my sex life, but you can understand why I feel bitter sweet, when thinking about it.

After I moved out, I have never seen her again. We were friends on fb, until she deleted her profile, and that was it.

One might think, that I felt the old urge, and passion, while writing all of this, but no, I felt miserable.

Dancing for our guests at home after the club! What a night! Ecstasy makes girls loose shame, two girls joined me dancing commando for the guys and buttplugged!

I was into this man from work, for almost ten years now. He is a few years younger than me, I am 45, and we are both married.

The disaster of a marriage I am in, is one of the reasons I found this place, but not to go into details, we practically have separated sex and social lives, but we keep appearances, for some reason, that we forgot in the mean time, so I know that he has a woman he sees, and I have had a few adventures as well, but nothing long term.

My colleague, the one I was into, is a wide shoulder, slim, tall man, with dark hair and thick, trimmed beard, dressed to impress, and I was throwing hints his way, for a long, long time, a touch on the shoulder, a joke, etc. I know he was looking at me in that way, since, not to sound over confident, I am still a good looking woman, especially for my age.

So, on Friday, at our Christmas party, I did my best to impress him. Little note, we do not bring our spouses to these things (Europe), so I danced with him, all night, and he was returning the signals, and, we ended up in a hotel room.

As I said before, I had a few adventures since my marriage practically seized to exist, but there is a reason I used past tense in the first sentence of this confession. While, all my life, men were pretty weary around me, I don't know if it is my looks, my overall vibe or something, but most men would be quite careful and vanilla with me. He wasn't, he was mean, rough, and disrespectful. It was mostly anal, with unnecessary roughness, insults, hair pulling, slapping, spitting... I never felt so dirty and humiliated in my life.

I felt great deal of shame after it was done. I didn't like it, and my crush on him just went away, but Friday night, I had the most intense orgasm of my life.

And before you ask, I will not do it again, but I do recognize that the physical pleasure I felt, was sweet and bitter at the same time, yet not sweet enough, to make me want the replay.

Hi, men of ML. I'm here to make confessions and ask for even worse for me. A brief background of me, if you want more specifics you can ask me but most of you won't care so I'll keep it broad. I'm a 32 yr old very fit and pretty asian female psychiatrist in the US. Men often label me as a feminist, boss bitch, or man hater because often times my dyignosis is used to either put men in prison or deny their parole. 

The thing is... I'm the exact opposite, I live with a lot of guilt and shame. I know I've helped put innocent men in prison and away from their families, and even worse is secretly I'm a submissive and humiliation slave meaning I am actually attracted to the guilty men and worst of society.

I've acted on several impulses over the years which I'm not proud of but I'll share just a few. Im currently serving the son whose dad my testimony put in prison, I've allowed men who have served their sentences do to me everything that happened to them while they were away. There are men with nothing to lose that have taken pictures of me nude or sucking their dick.

Sorry for rambling and wasting your time. If you want to know anything else you should just ask or msg me.

Fuck it. My cousin and her hubby hosted Thanksgiving this year. Been jerking to her for a while now. Kinda thick, ass for days, ungodly big tits. As soon as she opened the door with a hug, my cock started screaming at me. Fast-forward a few hours. Everyone's talking about the food, and all I can think about is sucking those melons.

GF asks if I'm feeling okay. I say I'm just tired. Cousin overhears, says I can take a nap in their room if I want to.

Yes, please. I hit the door and immediately start looking around. Pile of clothes in the corner, panties buried beneath some jeans. Pulled out two pairs, some lacy things. Stuck one up to my nose. Holy fuck. She must have just pulled these ones off before we got there. Literally like she was sitting on my face. I finally understood what it means to be truly thankful.

I stuck the other pair in my pocket, flipped off the light, and went straight to the bed. Just as I unbuttonned my pants, GF comes in to check on me. I shove the panties under the pillow. She sits on the bed and asks if I just want to go home.

Long story short, we chat for a minute and I'm still raging. I don't know how she's going to react, but I pull my cock out and ask her to suck it. She does.

The lights are still out and I don't think she'll notice, so I grab the panties. It did not take long. I start thinking about Cousin being bent over in this same bed, maybe today. What her asshole must look like from that angle. The sound of her begging to be fucked harder. How it would feel to just unload in her.

It was so wrong, but it made it hotter. I smelled her cunt and let GF unknowingly swallow all of my shame.

I'm keeping both pairs. I regret nothing

Wind is stopping my Master to help with mischief tonight to his little slave? ;p ... Andd such shame all day today i was in short skirt lol.. waiting for my Trouble. Master is it the weather or You teasing me? :p ... night won't be same without the Devil, He puts me in more tasty trouble 

I miss when woman would smoke and think it was sexy.... 
Its a shame to lose an entire fetish to main stream bullshit

LOL... Well it sure is not the paints making your butt look big... I wonder what else is not up to a standard that could have been better...

Not funny is it :)
Time humans grow up and grow a set against shame and degrading each other getting nothing but gender hate in return both ways..

Hands might reach that spot better than any cock, But only if one cares to do that for someone... But why if so much hate is already been said...

Save all the open mind creative special things for someone warm, kind and way worth the time and love given over simplistic narrow views like size...

There are things a caring being would use with love and care that fills all places that crave to be touched and go till you can not any more non stop as long and as many times as wished to share that time together...

But if size is all that will do, Well there may be another out there who has more an open mind and way more a warm loving heart :)

Some just have no imagination I guess LOL.....