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Dad watching porn???
I know my dad watxhes porn on the computer and it freaks me out. I found like a bunch of porn sites on web history. And when he was looking up stuff in the little google box, it said stuff like "white wife sucks black cock". Its so disgusting. I'm only 13 and it makes me a little scared of him. I don't know what to do. Should i tell my mom? I'm not gonna confront my dad, it will just make him uncomfortable. He's a great dad, but i feel like he's kinda betraying my mom. I'm gonna cry! PLEASE HELP!!

PS: If i tell her what i saw, im afraid they will get a divorce...
First of all - telling your mom is NOT going to make them get a divorce. Next, delete the history. I wouldn't want anything to pop up (sometimes those sites lead to pop up ads that you just don't want to look at). Too bad you guys all share the same computer.

Talk to your mother about it. She will fix it, one way or the other.

Not to gross you out, but, dads do look a porn. He's a guy, guys do that. He's not betraying your mom by looking.
I was obessed...I HAd to do it...now i feel ashamed?
My wife was dating a black guy before she met me.
For some reason - I could not get the idea of "him"...and my with with a black guy - out of my mind.
For awhile, I got her to talk about what it was like for her - how the guy looked - his size...etc. I know he was well-endowed...I had constant dreams about her hooking up with him again - just so I could see what it looked like!
She decided she did not want to talk about him or his cock to me anymore - SO...I was left thinking about things on my own.
In the years we taked about him - and talked about his size - i realized i wanted to see a black cock "live". And my wife made it clear she would never do that.
After looking at every Yahoo picture and video of well hung blacks guys - I finally decided - and met a guy on my own - just to get the obession out of my mind.
SO...I met a black guy - gave him oral sex - and am now ashamed i did that!
I am near homo-phobic...but it was something i HAD to do.
How can i get over this
Forget about it and move on!
Strange sexual fantasy --- anyone have this? Is this normal?
I have this crazy fantasy, that I usually masturbate to when my wife's away. It involves me watching her (secretly) being ****** by a huge black cock. It gets me SO hot to think about this...is this abnormal? Should I be concerned?
Lot's of people have voyeurism fantasies ... it's not uncommon.

You should be as concerned about it as you feel you need to be. It's only a big deal if you choose to make one of it.

Talk to your wife about it, she may be willing to oblige you.
My wife's secret fantasy?
This is a follow-up. Basically, my wife confided to me--after we watched some nasty movies--that the thought of her enjoying sex with a muscular black man has become a fantasy for her. She says that's it is just a fantasy and she would never act on it. I love her, believe her, trust her. It's just a huge turn-on, she says. When I let her choose a dildo online--suprise!--she chose a large black one. She said that we could play games and she could pretend she is having sex with a muscular personal trainer or stripper. She says that it is a way to fulfill her fantasy and experience a huge cock without actually cheating. Of course, she goes out of her way to stress how much she loves me, enjoys sex with me, and would never stray in real life. She says that women are more disciplined and that she could have a muscular black personal trainer in real life (hypothetically) and she would just get turned on and rush home to me for sex. My question is..is the dildo a bad idea? Am I a fool?
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And you married her?

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Good luck! You'll need it....

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I'm a str8 guy, but I've always had a lesbian fetish. I finally got my wife to make out with another woman,?
but on the condition that I make out with another man. I was so excited that I accepted, without much thought about what I promised. But the day came where she had to select a man for me to make out with. I was sweating bullets. Fortunately, we only had to kiss, and maybe some mutual stimulation. But even then...

She brought the guy home. His name was Steve. While I was still scared and a little grossed out, I couldn't help noticing what a handsome man he was. Ringlets of shiny blonde hair framing a handsome, chiseled face, atop a lean, toned body. I jumped right in, and began unbuttning his shirt as my wife watched. He placed his hands on my firm butt and pulled me closer to him. I felt his erect peni$ against my leg, and mine began to rise to attention too. I rubbed his smooth muscula chest, my hands traveling down his firm torso to his worn, skinny jeans. Slowly, I unzipped his pants, and put my hand down his black boxer briefs, pulling out his erect (10 inches easily) male member. He pulled my pants down, and our cocks rubbed against one another, and I felt the first bit of moisture. I looked over his shoulder, and saw that my wife was really enjoying this. So I gave her even more of a show; I slowly got to my knees and took all nine inches into my mouth as Steve roared like a lion at the zoo. He climaxed, and we both fell to the bed, spent. Susan, my wiffe, applauded.

The thing is, Steve and I have gotten together several times since, without my wife. Is this wrong?
Well, i don't think you are straight. Steve might have totally changed your preferences...
Two Dead in Shooting at Toys 'R' Us on Black Friday?
(Nov. 28) The shooting occurred in a crowded toy store on the traditional start of the holiday shopping season, but authorities say it wasn't related to the bargain-hunting frenzy. Instead, two men pulled guns and killed each other after the women with them erupted into a bloody brawl, witnesses said. Authorities released few details about the mayhem that broke out at the Toys "R'' Us store around 11:30 a.m. Friday, sending scared shoppers fleeing. Riverside County sheriff's Sgt. Dennis Gutierrez said the fight was not over a toy and that handguns were found by the men's bodies. He refused to say whether the shooting was gang-related. The victims were identified as Alejandro Moreno, 39, of Desert Hot Springs, and Juan Meza, 28, of Cathedral City. No one else was hurt. Witnesses Scott and Joan Barrick said they were checking out of the store when the brawl began between two women, each with a man. The women were near the checkout area, but the Barricks did not think the women had purchases. One woman suddenly started punching the other woman, who fought back as blood flowed from her nose, said Scott Barrick, 41. The man who was with the woman being punched pulled a gun halfway out of his pocket, then shoved it back in, he said. "He pulled his gun right next to me. I turned to look for my wife, and she was already hiding," Scott Barrick said. "I was scared," said Joan Barrick, 40. "I didn't want to die today. I really didn't want to die today, and I think that's what we were all thinking." The other man pulled a gun and pointed it at the first man but forgot to cock it, Scott Barrick said. The first man tried to run but was blocked by the line of people, then ran back toward the store's electronics section as the other man fired his gun, he said. The first man reached a dead-end in electronics, turned around and ran toward an exit, pulling his gun and firing back, Scott Barrick said. "He went up to the cash register, he went to put his hand on the thing and he just went phoomp," he said, indicating the man fell. He said he did not see what happened to the other man. Palm Desert Councilman Jim Ferguson said police told him two men with handguns shot and killed each other. "I think the obvious question everyone has is who takes loaded weapons into a Toys "R'' Us?" he said. "I doubt it was the casual holiday shopper." Ray Turner, 20, said he was two aisles away when two women began shouting and screaming at each other and he had a clear view of the fight until a crowd clustered around them. Both women had guyren, he said. "We thought it was just a fight and then someone yelled: 'He's got a gun! He's got a gun!' You really couldn't see nothing because there was a crowd," Turner said. Rafael Gomez, 11, said he and his father had been in the store about 20 minutes before the shooting but were in a nearby Pizza Hut when they saw people pouring out of the store screaming. "We just saw them running and crying. I was kind of scared," Rafael said. "We got lucky." Toys "R'' Us issued a statement expressing outrage over the violence. (Evidence of this article is on the AOL page.)
yes. sad, and ridiculous.
Is this a good love poem?
its basically just a story about how a man died happy with the love of his life. hope you enjoy. its called "the beautiful last dance" by me

let the clips roll
lets all take a stroll
do you here the church bells?
its time to remember a life lived well

he went to france
he savored his last dance
with a smile on his face
singing amazing grace

he kissed his wifes lips
he held her by the hips
he smiles, she smiles back
they are both so relaxed

there heads are locked on
there eyes on spot on
not knowing what they would miss
he goes in for one last kiss

his heart forgets a beat
he is dropped to his feet
his wife is in tears
but there is nothing left to fear

the room dims black
his eyes cock back
one last glance
he still sees romance

he takes her by the hand
asking for one more dance
with a smile on his face
he is in a better place

no matter what death brings
he will always sing
that one last song
where he held his wife for so long

where he held her in tight
to remember that night
out of the blue
he whispers i love you

he loves his wife so
even death wouldnt make him let go
he fought hard and fought well
he wouldnt give up, his love for her never fell
It's beautiful
i think poems are great when people truly express thier emotion through them. They are people's device for communicating with the world. You did a great job!
The purest of pure .?
There was a man who wanted a pure wife. So he started to attend church to find a suitable woman. He met a gal who seemed nice so he took her home. When they got there, he whips out his manhood and asks "What's this?"

She replies "A cock."
He decides that she is obviously not pure enough.

A couple of weeks later he meets another gal and soon takes her home. Again, he pulls out his manhood and asks the question.

She replies "A cock".

He is pissed because she seemed more pure than the first but oh well.

A couple of weeks later he meets a gal who seems real pure. She won't go home with him for a long time but eventually he gets her to his house. He whips it out and asks, "What is this?"

She giggles and says "A pee-pee" He thinks to himself that he has finally found his woman.

They get married but after several months every time she sees his member she giggles and says "That's your pee-pee." He finally breaks down and says "Look this is not a pee-pee, it's a cock."

She laughs and says "No it's not silly, a cock is 12 inches long and black."
Oh My God! This was an absolute beauty! Ha! Ha! Ha! I JUST CAN'T STOP LAUGHING! Ha! Ha! Ha!!!.
What do you think of my other rap....good or not and why if you cantell me ?
it's tackz on top and im taking whatever you got,
im whatever your not,
and nar i don't care if you're heavy or not,and i bee murking your gang if your ready or not,
yh it's ot turning out time,
and i thought these mike makers might start crying,
and when you no about the pain and lifes true boy but you no bout the strains to survive,
and when i come through with a strap i don't even think im black cos your wrong i'm white,
proud like a fox in the night,
wit our cocks in your wife,
come through ready to box with a knife,
you don't wanna see glamorous shots taking your life,
you don't want no artisticall strike,

i used some f my other lines on my other rap aswell..

btw strap cos im not sure if u use those words if ur in da us is a gun tackz is my tag

im 14 aswell
Not bad for 14. And "Bone Thugs" is right. If you keep on you'll get better, so keep it up. Trust me, I know. Cause I rap, too. Check out some of my lyrics and let me know what you think

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What do you think of my prologue? The working title is Element Wars? Options, opinions? I'll take either!?
Prologue

A sea of darkness erupted in the night. Churning waves of shadows rolled across the ground leaving death in their wake. Over the pathway they went, sinking into the cobblestones and then back to the surface. They reached the flowerbeds, amass with roses. At their touch, black veins swam through the delicate petals, causing them to wilt and perish. The sea of shadows crept up the side of the mansion, travelling over the mixture of brick and stonework. They were searching for an opening that they could squirm their way into, so they could get what their master was after. Inch after inch they moved, sliding over the leaded windows, but no matter how hard they looked, they could not find an entrance. The squirming mass of shadows flowed onto the roof, wrapping around the multiple chimneys and trying to force their way down them and began their slow descent towards what their master had wanted for all these years…

“O expella un sieritas de ni, O expella un sieritas nostos mi,” chanted Lyric Halliway. Sweat dripped from his brow as he spoke the incantation. He couldn’t let them in. Over and over he spoke the words of the Ancients, keeping his eyes on the fireplace. A black tendril stretched down through the chimney, “…Expella un sieritas nostos mi!” A brilliant white light burst from his body, radiating throughout the whole room.

The light raced up the tendril and into the mass of shadows. Light cracked and sparked, breaking the shadow into twirling wisps. It spread through the shadows, ending their already short life. It worked its way down the mansion following the trail of darkness that they had left. As it passed through the rose beds, it brought them new life, causing them to bloom and flourish again. Once it reached the end of the pathway it broke off into two separate beams that went in two different directions. They crawled around the mansion—surrounding the perimeter—joining together once more.
Shadows flung themselves at the shield, instantly being thrown back. An inhuman scream pierced the night, shaking the already changed leaves from their branches. Animal cries joined in, filling the once quiet air with sounds of anguish.

“The protection spell worked,” said Lyric, flicking his hand at the fireplace, the logs within burst into flame.
“Of course it worked,” scoffed a feminine voice.
He turned to face her, “I knew it would work, but I didn’t picture it working this well, Altaya.” He looked at her; she was about a foot tall, with white gold hair that flowed down her back. She wore a shear white dress that sparkled with diamonds. Intense blue eyes looked back at him. Transparent butterfly wings sprouted from her back, he could just make out tiny silver veins coursing through them. She stood—with her hands ****** on her hips—on his desk.
“So what now? She asked leaping into the air, to fly over to Lyric.
He felt her land on his shoulder, “I have to face him.”
“What!”
He expected this type of reaction; it didn’t make it any easier though. He was silent for a while before answering her. In that silence he took in his surroundings, knowing it would be the last time he would see them. The fireplace cracked in its hearth. His mahogany desk was littered with papers covered with his cursive writing. Bookshelves were stuffed with books. His emerald green eyes drifted to the portrait hanging over the fireplace. It was a painting of his late wife Belinda. Her jet black hair was gathered together on top of her head. A thin smile was forever on her fare face. Her hands were on her bulging stomach that held their second guy Mathew. But that was a portrait painted nineteen years ago. Since then the thing that had brought the shadows had killed her.
“Lyric?”
“It’s the only way, Altaya. I must face him…weaken him.”
“You know you can’t defeat him, he’s to powerful.” Altaya took off from his shoulder to hover in front of Lyric’s face. His eyes swam with glistening tears that refused to leak out. Thinning silver hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. His gold button up shirt was crinkled and part of it was un-tucked from his brown trousers.
“I know I can’t, but I know that I can stop him for at least a while.”
“Fine, then I will go with you. I have served you my whole life and I won’t stop now!”
“No!” His voice rose in octave, “you must stay here, protect the mansion…protect The Grimoire. You must wait for those prophesized, Altaya. Teach them how to use magic, how to use their gifts. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” he voice was faint, she didn’t want to let him go, she loved him. She had always loved him. She swallowed back a sob, “I understand.”
He walked out of the study, his footsteps faint. He trotted down the stairs, into the foyer and to the front door. He turned to Altaya once again, “goodbye old friend, you have always been there for me, it’s time for me to be there for you. And remember you can not tell them about magic they must find
I have to admit I'm glad I stopped to read this. It was incredibly well written and engaging. It wasn't overly descriptive but just enough so that I was pulled into the setting. It was tense with action and didn't give an info dump but spread out the necessary information at a nice pace.
I did expect Lyric to at least spend a few moments preparing for his departure. Perhaps it was something he could have done previously and only needs to put on some things and say a few words. I would have liked to see him with some protection crystals or little bags of powerful magic in his pockets or something.
The writing is strong and definative. Gives the reader a clear and concise picture while setting a particular mood between the lurking evil outside and the power of good inside, so I didn't expect the mansion to blow up. That was really a nice twist very early on giving the story a more gritty feel.
And I have to admit there aren't many stories posted on YA B&A that I would recommend but this is something that (depending on length) an e-publisher might be interested in. I actually don't know of any paranormal e-pubs only romance ones but I'm sure there are a few.
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