A lovely, beautiful and talented female fan wanted this posted anon.
Right, kinkiest thing I have done: I went to my boyfriends work place BEFORE he was my boyfriend, (we had being flirting loads with each other and sexting EVERY night.) and I originally set out to just see him, like you do. We were watching each other all night, obviously chatting and stuff then he went out the back and he sent me a text saying ‘where are you?’ so I went out the back with him. He was no-where to be seen then he appeared out of this cupboard and dragged me in there with him and just gave me the most passionate kiss ever.
Now we are dating, it is always ‘our secret place’ when he is working, so now when I go to see him we sneak out there and the last time we went I wore crotchless tights with a dress and he finger fucked me right there. In the cupboard. And then ran off back inside and left me before orgasm. ON PURPOSE. But it was too hot.
Some rather rude anons have tried to call me out and imply that I am of a morally dubious nature because I have fathered kids for female friends who wanted children but not husbands.
To answer your questions:
1: 2 with my wife a boy and a girl.
2: 2 Other girls with two other women and 2 other boys one with Marta who is expecting and another with another woman.
3: All of them were naturally conceived after all parties had abstained from sex for 6 or more months and were fully tested twice. Allot of the people we know belive that if you cant do it naturally then maybe you should consider adopting so freaky fertility clinics were out of the question.
4: Three of the 4 either know or will know I am their father. I do see them and they address me as such. I however defer to the child’s mother in all important parenting aspects. One of them does not know at the mothers request. Her reasons are her own. I know them but refuse to discuss them here.
5: I try to have the whole group together twice a week to spend time with them all. Any of them are free to stay over at our home.
6: I do not support the mothers financially in any way. Mostly because they are career professionals with well paying jobs. Secondly because they are all very into self sufficiency err go the no husband lifestyle. I have however set aside at great personal cost to myself a rather massive emergency fund that once they are older will help with schooling.
7: Yes I love all my kids how can you even ask that? It takes more than just parents to raise children it takes a community and every one in a community should love any child no matter who they belong to.
8: Because I am reasonably good looking. Have a great personality. Have good genes in so far as I am not over weight or have any particular defect in my family line. I am also of above average intelligence. I find that I am at that spot on the scale where I am smart but not socially awkward like allot of “geniuses” but still smart enough to put people off if I don’t watch what I say sometimes.
I cant but help think that I am a bit of guilty pleasure for some of you. I don’t know if you like the accounts of past encounters or the pictures I post or what but thank you for your time. Over the next 3 weeks I am going to be a bit busy so I may not get a chance to post much but I will do what I can. Going on a trip to Colorado. Got a memorial party to attend as well as a side trip to the old mill where I first met her…..
It was almost a year after my first time with Sung and Laura. After what happened with the pregnancies, Sung’s parents hated me and we were not to see each other. She kept trying to see me but would almost always get caught. The stress of our relationship was eating up her family life so I broke up with her. I made it sting enough that she was angry and hurt but not enough for her to be distraught over me.
Since we split up I had dated and fooled around with 3 or 4 girls. I never got or gave any more than hand play and as soon as they wanted more I would become nervous and break off the relationship. How the whole Sung affair had ended had robbed me of most of my sexual confidence. In a bid to get away I accepted an invitation to my Aunt and step uncles property in Colorado. They had a large house on a huge parcel of land and would often take their siblings children for he summer so the parents could have some grown up time. It sat int the foothills of the Rockies and was large enough to encompass an interesting assortment of geographic features.
This year it was me and 2 female step cousins as well as 2 younger male cousins that were related by blood. The girls were always running all over the countryside with local friends and the boys were young enough that I would tire of their games all to soon. By the middle of the second week I was so driven by my own inner disquiet that I decided to make a solo trip to the old mill at the edge of the property. It was a 2 day hike round trip but I was allowed access to the 4 wheeler cutting the travel time way down even with the old mill road rough and overgrown in its long abandonment. Since I had completed advanced survival training in scouts as well as a fire arms course the year before I was going to be allowed to stay the night at the mill and come back by evening the next day. I packed 7 days of supplies, tent, spare clothes, medical kit and in case of bears a shot gun with 3 boxes of slugs and 2 of buck. I was also given a portable CB radio. It may sound overkill but things can turn ugly in the wild fast and the better prepared the better the chances of survival. I loaded down the 4 wheeler the evening before and left at daylight the next day.
I headed south on the old logging trail that ran past the main grounds untill it hit a wider overgrown road then I turned west toward the mountains. This was the old mill road. As long as there were no major obstacles like a tree down then I would make it there in about 4 hours. The road was rough and overgrown but not enough to hamper the 4 wheeler and I made good time with no need to stop but for the bathroom and a bite to eat. The trip itself was amazing. The tall green pines leaving me in deep shade driving through the huge ground ferns and saplings on the road, the smell of the deep forest and the unusual way it can warp and twist sounds into the cries of unspeakable lurking horrors especially at night. I was going to have a big fire this night, no monsters eating me thank you very much. Eventually I came to the spot I was looking for. If you haven’t been there before you could easily miss it and continue on down the road with no idea of the beautiful spot you just passed by. The road made a gentle bend to the right at he peak of the roads curve on the left there was a narrow break where the trees were smaller and thinner. About 5 minutes of travel down this narrow trail brought me to the mill grounds.
My aunt and Uncle had the grounds cleared in a half acre radius around the old mill for a survey of the property several years earlier. A man had wanted to rent the property and live in the mill but the deal went nowhere. The saplings that now ringed it made it look all the more massive. Its huge gray granite stones weathered and covered in moss. It stood as two large mill buildings that used to be connected by a low brick building which was now collapsed. Both the main buildings were 2 story and had both used to have a paddle wheel affixed on the river side years ago. It was abandon in the early 20’s as a competing mill closer to town had slowly wore away the profits until the final straw. A group of 7 workers were killed when the drive gear on the main shaft of one of the wheels sheared its roll pin during a repair and the men doing the repairs where crushed. The owners locked the doors and walked away about a week later Leaving everything behind. Time had not been kind to the old place, all but the stone roof of the upper mill building were gone, both paddle wheels were gone as well. One looked to have rotted and fell into the upper mill pool the other ripped away when the dam of the lower mill pool failed.
I was headed to the lower mill building. The roof was gone and there was only one clear doorway in to the mill building on the shore side. The side of the building where the paddle wheel had been mounted had a huge hole in it from when the wheel was ripped off allowing for access to the waters below via an exterior stone stair way that led down to the small river below. This made the best spot to camp as a few strings of loud bells could be strung across the door way allowing me to be alerted if anything bigger than a raccoon came through the door and the stone stairs were narrow and winding. The floor was made of the same huge granite blocks as the rest of the building and had a few inches of soil from years of accumulated and rotted leaves and needles and allowed for comfortable sleeping. Several of the large stone blocks from the collapsed wall had been dragged into a half circle on the upstream wall by past campers to provide a fire pit for cooking and warmth. The rest of the inside of the building was a huge open space filled with grass and some low scrubby bushes except for the down stream shore side corner where a huge jumble of old mill wreckage lurked like some slumbering rusty metal monster.
I had driven the 4 wheeler right into the mill and set up camp near the fire pit. I took me about an hour to have it all ready. I laid the bells out by the door so I could set them up come evening and laid a fire from the wood that had been cut from when the grounds were cleared. There was cords and cords of it against the up stream land side corner ready to be used. Once all the important things were done it was time to relax. I walked over to the hole on the river side of the mill. The tumble of the stones had left a thick, wide flat ledge that you could sit on and admire the falls from the upper mill pool which were running strong from the spring melt even a month into summer. The falls were kicking up thick mist that was cool on a warm day. The thick tall pines had me in shade and the wind through the trees brought the smells of the deep woods. I closed my eyes for a moment taking it all in and decided that I needed very badly to be naked. I stripped off my clothed and left them in the tent and brought the shotgun with me back to the hole, I was to keep it at hand at all times and I was going to do it even while naked. It was wonderful to feel the mist and the wind and the shade all over my body. I took special note of how the wind and the sun and shade felt on my cock and balls. There is something about being nude in a beautiful natural setting that makes me feel complete. It was around noon and after about half an hour or so I felt the urge to masturbate. I hadn’t cum in about a month and my balls had been aching for days but this was the first time I felt in the mood to get crazy with my self in quite awhile. I reached down and began to touch and stroke my member slowly letting it pulse, fill with blood and harden till it stuck out at that angle that mine likes to stay at. I grabbed it in my hand and began stroking………………..
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