A while ago, my wife left me for another man - our relationship wasn't the best and we both knew it was over. It was a depressing time and it took me a while to get over the divorce. Luckily no kids were involved (even after 15 years of marriage). I coasted through life, turned 50, and really wasn't looking for a serious relationship... until I met this beautiful 24-year-old French girl, who was an art student visiting the USA.
I was a regular to a small dive of a coffee shop, I'd go in there and kick back, read a book and drink some coffee. She was in there a lot too. Eventually she approached me and talked to me.
"You know there's nothing more attractive than a guy reading a book... My name is Reine." She said in broken English with a heavy French accent. (It turns out her name means Queen in French)
I must have blushed, I wasn't used to talking to super attractive women at all - in fact most of the time if I was lonely I'd just find some ugly slut to fuck, or try Tinder which usually resulted in ugly sluts lol.
We talked for a while, got to know each other and she told me she's always had a kink for older men.
We started dating, I told her "You know I'm 26 years older than you so if we're still together when you're 50 I'll be 76 or dead."
She laughed it off, "We'll worry about that if and when we get there. Okay?"
I fell hard for her, I was head over heels in love. She was sweet, charming, and paid attention to me. What more could a guy ask for?
After a few days of getting to know her, we fucked - and let me tell you I've never had any sex that compared to what I've experienced with her. There was energy involved, it was like both of our souls met on a higher level and nothing else mattered.
I warned her that I was getting older, and I got some Cialis to make sure I could stay nice and hard for her.
It was probably about the fifth time we were fucking and she looked into my eyes as I plunged into her and spoke some French, but then translated it into English:
"I don't want you to pull out of me when you cum, I want you inside of me... deep inside of me forever my love."
I paused and all kinds of things flooded into my mind, especially if she was on birth control - and then I leaned forward and kissed her as I began thrusting into her beautiful body. I came deep inside of her, and she held me tight as my cum sprayed into her tight pussy.
It turns out, she had a creampie fetish - a breeding fetish.
This went on for months, and she ended up moving in with me. I'd fuck her almost daily, unless she was on her period. One day she looked a bit concerned and seemed to shut down, and she wouldn't talk to me about what the problem was. I went to work, and when I came back there was a note on the table from her.
"I didn't want to tell you, but I am pregnant and my visa has expired and it needs to be renewed so I need to return to France, I already had a flight booked and I was afraid to tell you. I love you very much and I don't know what to do. You are the most perfect man I have ever met, and I hope one day to be called your wife... but for now, I will return to France and get the visa renewed. I hate leaving you like this, it's stupid of me I know. But if you knew I was pregnant and returning to France, you would have stopped me. I will text you when I land and we will make plans to be together my love.
Always yours,
Reine"
I had a panic attack. I texted her, called her, and nothing. Days passed and depression set in for me.
While I loved this woman with all of my heart, I knew nothing about her family, or where she lived in France. All of her clothing was gone, and she didn't have too many personal items...
Sometimes we would sext each other when I was at work, and that's where the picture came from. I just miss her - and I have even thought about going to France to look for her - but how the hell would I even find her? It's such a big country. I don't even know what city or town she's from.
It all came to a head and I was about to do something stupid and hurt myself (hey depression sucks - and being this in love with someone... well it's like having your guts ripped out)... but I finally heard from her yesterday:
"I'm coming back, but I want you to promise me that we can be married. My father and mother disowned me, they're heavily Catholic. I am sorry I left the way I did, I am sorry for hurting you the way I did, I was just in a bad place - being pregnant, and knowing I have to tell my parents. I will see you soon, I still have a key."
Of course, I texted her back like "WTF WHERE ARE YOU" - hell I don't even know why I'm doing this - maybe out of revenge... but maybe for advice - she's so fucking stunning looking, she's so talented too. I'm broken without her, but I do know that will eventually pass - yet it's so hard to deal with such a loss. Sorry for rambling. Yeah I'll take her back... I might delete this later.

Now this is what porn is all about

Back again with an update to an age old confession I once made on this very site:
http://motherless.com/VB08696D

About 5 or so years ago I went on a trip out of town with a friend and his family. He brought along his niece who was visiting them for the week. I had seen her at a few special get-togethers they've had before and I developed a bit of a crush on her. I'd rather not go back over all the details, but I ended up having some "hands on" fun with her. That was the last time I saw her though.

I decided to go visit my friend today and guess who's in town for a few weeks . . . the very same angel. Looking oh so adorable, I might add. When I saw her sitting there, our eyes met and we made eye contact and smiled at each other a few times throughout my visit. I'm not sure if she remembers me and if you read the old confession, it explains why I'm so afraid to ask if she does or to even try to jog her memory. But part of me is curious . . what if she does remember? She was too naughty for her time and I wonder if she remembers and maybe even wants to do more this time.

So my question for those interested, I made it out alive last time, but dare I try my luck a second time? Should I see if she remembers me or what happened? What if she doesn't remember, do I try to remind her to see how she reacts now? She could be even naughtier than before and now that she's older, she could be into other things as well. So many thoughts went through my head as I sat there gazing at the work of art before me. Curiosity killed the cat and it could get my ass locked up . . but something tells me that her own curiosity has evolved over the years. What do you guys think?

This is my confession:

I stole the idea for an invention from a former friend who fucked my wife years ago. What he invented is something most Europeans, North Americans and Australians (among others) own and use on a near-daily basis. Before my former friend could get his shit together enough to develop his idea, he met an “untimely” death. Fortunately, he did a poor job documenting his primary role in creating the product. Too bad. Now I own all associated patents and continue to accumulate wealth faster than I ever imagined possible, and faster than I could ever spend it in numerous lifetimes.

My former friend's estate, through his widow, filed suit against my companies and me personally. I fucked her for a month, made some unverifiable and undocumented promises to her, then paid her a pittance and she instructed her attorneys to dismiss the suit. I never fucked her again, and blocked her number and e-mail address. Fucking whore.

My primary home has over 14,000 sq. ft. of living space, two swimming pools, a 16 seat theater with state-of-the-art sound and a full-sized basketball court. I employ a household staff of four, two of whom live on the premises.

I have whores, pick-ups, employees, and assorted strays over to fuck almost every night that I'm in town and in the mood.

I travel the world, having visited 67 countries in the last five years, most for pleasure and to kill time.

I bought a Piper Meridian before I even had my pilot's license. Now I fly it when I travel domestically and am not in a huge hurry.

I have owned nearly every luxury sedan made and several exotic sports cars. My current favorite is a new S550 I bought a month ago. Driving it damn near makes me cum.

Last year I purchased a 3000 sq. ft. apartment on the Upper East side, overlooking Central Park. In 2012 I acquired a luxurious beachfront estate in Aruba, and two years prior I bought a 4800 sq. ft. “cabin” looking over Lake Geneva, in Switzerland.

With all of this “good fortune,” most people envy me. But they are foolish. I am miserable. I despise myself and nearly everything about my life. I am empty, angry, unloved and unloveable. I pay for clean, tight cunts, and then I pay more so they'll pretend to get wet. Fucking whores. Phony fucking bitches. Leeches, vipers and parasites. Relatives I've never met expect me to shower them with riches. My own mother abandoned me when I was 11, and now proclaims her love. Fuck her. Fucking cunt. Fucking whore. I would pay for a fucking hit on that cunt before I would pay her a fucking dime.

I am self-destructing and I can feel it happening. I finish a $200 bottle of scotch 3-4 times a week. I hate everyone and everything, and trust nothing and no one. I am a solitary island of guilt, despair, hopelessness and self-loathing. I have been sentenced to Hell before I'm even dead. Fuck God, fucking pussy.

And fuck you all for reading this and laughing, or whatever you stupid cocksuckers do when you come across someone else's unbearable pain and misery.

Fuck you.

Does any know if this girl has any vids or done any hardcore. Links??? I would love to see her get pounded and watch that little pussy squease around a cock. http://hosted.met-art.com/generated_gallery/full/02116AlenaVoronin/met-art-free-sample-0017.jpg

Wonder if anyone has a set that was originally published on Met-Art circa 1999-2002. It featured an incredibly fit young woman (she had six-pack abs!) who was wearing a necklace with cube-shaped beads that spelled her name. It's since disappeared off of Met-Art's archives. Anyone have a clue as to what set I'm talking about or where I might be able to track it down?

Would love some clarity on copyright issues. Can we post free samples put out there by pay sites? MET Art and such?

Any more of this woman? I have a feeling it's a Met-Art model, but I don't know her name...

................ MET ART GIRL..............

pics inside

It's been 3 weeks under review, how is this under review in the first place?.

p.s. Richard Gere is still gerbal'n.

When a Dom is a Real Dom 101 - Be Responsible -
Some of the men I have met are takers, irresponsible takers. And that is not what Domination is about. Even in the rough domain there is a trust that is given and a being that is giving you the option to guide, command, decide, enlighten or getting into the deepest exploration of pain and pleasure mind centers collision. Because of this, you need to adapt to the situation and not take for granted this power given to you by that submissive that think you are the one to enrich her role in the universe by the series of actions you will embark together. Been Irresponsible by not study your submissive and her desires and her wishes into the path of her life is the selfish way, the chauvinism way is not what BDSM is about, that is where the Wannabes stay and make all of us look bad. If there were no subs, there were no doms, is as simple as that, and those dreams and desires to be yours, is what make you, you in the first place. Domination by will and Chauvinism by taking is not the same, but on the world the art of BDSM and Domination is exactly compare to it, because of the lack of responsibility by the "Doms" that get into the trip many to masks their desires of destruction more than a experience in which you will enrich the submissive life by taking the control again that is given and all the decisions entrusted to you. We need to be responsible to stop been compared to destructive irresponsible men that are just giving BDSM a bad name. BDSM can be dark, but is not bad. It is a choice of good for many.