Girls sunbathing in the nude

2020.10.12 20:02 minawolf_ Girls sunbathing in the nude

Yesterday I had an episode that put me first in shock and then in tears.
I was getting ready to get my grandpa belongings from the hospital, he is in the ICU fighting for his life, I'm the one taking care of my grandma since she is deeply depressed and needs someone to look for her.
We live in front of the beach and is still quite warm so people still come and sunbath....however this isn't a nude beach and the first thing I see was a girl around my age, with a nice pair of silicon huge boobs, pretty much naked.
She only had a string as a bottom and was twerking to loud music whilst her friend was filming her, in a beach were all you see is families and older people enjoying their time. I saw people getting annoyed and truly bothered by such public display. I got upset like no before but then tears came, I looked and realized, she is those bimbos my PA would look with such desire and see them as perfect in the moment. "He wouldnt think twice before being with me and looking at this woman, regardless of how it would hurt me after, and all I needed is accept this is inevitable", those were my toughts at the moment.
I literally felt lower than that low moral woman, yes she was low moral, I don't care if women do that, what I care is where they do it, and this wasn't the place. I literally felt if he was with me he would again doubt his attraction for me and think they were better. I cried because I can't stop and feel that a better body would have saved me hardships. Even thought most of the times I feel great about myself, I can't help myself certain times to doubt myself and feel inferior to these women any man would choose over me, because why wouldn't they look and choose the prettiest woman in the room?
I know I shouldn't think like this, I know is harmful, but the things I wnet trought and heard for some reason are coming back. And his bimbo ideal and his huge or big boob fetish really hunt me.

I wanted to be stronger, how to be stronger?

I want to add that is mostly past fears and my betrayal trauma playing a lot and coming back to hunt me. He said he is changing how he perceives me and that he would learn more about the betrayal trauma and about his own issues. He had some changes. He has not consumed porn but honestly his issue isn't porn at all but yes what he gets from seeing women. Is more of a woman addiction than porn itself
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2020.08.03 19:42 ThrowRAneighbordad Neighbor is exposing himself to my daughter (14) on his own property?

Hi guys. I'm using a throwaway because I have some personal stuff on my own account and my daughter is so traumatized by this I don't want her to find out I've been asking the public for advice about it. But please, any help would be so appreciated. For reference, we live in CA in the US.
I'm a single dad to 5 kids, my youngest is 14f. She is an active kid and since we live in a quiet area I have no problem letting her bike/run/rollerblade around the neighborhood. Most of our neighbors are families with youngish kids, the only exception is the newish guy directly across the street (maybe mid 50's, moved in in January, but due to covid he feels much newer). Now, this is not a "luxury" neighborhood: the houses are really close together and mostly 50's ranches or split-levels. So everything you do quickly becomes your neighbors' business. But hey, all my neighbors are nice, responsible people, so I've never had problems.
Until 3 months ago. My daughter hasn't been able to be as active as she normally would during the summer due to the lockdown, so she eagerly takes on all outside chores. She really loves (or maybe "loved" past tense is more appropriate) to water the planters out near the sidewalk. Very shortly after she went out to do that one morning in may she came back in completely white and breathing fast. She said that our neighbor was standing right in front the first-floor picture window, completely naked and looking right at her. She was horrified and obviously I was both curious and mad. So I took a shy look out our front door and sure enough he's still standing there, genitals completely and easily visible, staring at our house. I called the cops (via the non-emergency number, of course).
I know, looking back that was probably an over-reaction. But if this happened to your kid you'd be mad as hell too. I expected the police to give him a warning or something after they spoke to my daughter but no. Apparently they can't do anything to him unless he calls my daughter's attention to his genitals or makes it clear in some other way that he wants her to look at him for his own sexual gratification? The cops were nice to my daughter about it, so I had a talk with her about how men can be gross sometimes but that's not her fault and I was content to leave it there.
But here is where I'm starting to go real crazy. I've never seen this dude naked apart from that one peak through my screen door. But my poor daughter has seen him multiple times, like 8 times in the last 3 months. Mind, I don't frequently look at his house (cause why would I?) but neither does (did?) my daughter. It just really seems to me like he only strips off when he sees her outside. One time last week she came back in crying after she went out to grab the newspaper because this damn man came out onto his front porch, naked as the day he was born, the minute she got to the curb. This means that he had his naked body right in her line of sight.
This morning when I was chatting with my neighbor (at the appropriate social distance) who lives on the right hand side of this weirdo's house, he tentatively asked me about how my daughter was getting on with the new neighbor. I took that as an opportunity to let loose and I'm glad I did. He says that his wife and his 12-year-old girl have had basically the same experiences. Every time the women of his house go out into the backyard this weirdo comes out to sunbathe nude. When he goes out himself, the naked neighbor is mysteriously absent. Again, these houses are close together and there are no fences, so if he walks out into his yard naked these girls are basically forced to see him.
The end result of this, for both our families, is that our daughters and his wife now almost refuse to go outside. My daughter won't even walk from our front door to the car. She will only get into the car in the garage and then cover her eyes until we're to the end of the block. For a kid who used to be all about outdoor sports, this is a huge change. And dammit I'm mad.
I'm sorry if this is a repeat post, but I searched the sub and I couldn't find a similar post that really got at my main question here: does the repetitive nature of all this, plus the fact he only ever chooses to be naked in front of women, constitute sexual intent for the cops? Like I get why exposing yourself once or twice isn't illegal (might be accidental, etc.) but do these circumstances mean I can report this as a sex crime?
TL;DR: Newish neighbor frequently walks around naked on his own property, but only when women are outside. Does this constitute a sex crime?
Edit: Thanks to everybody who took the time to comment! I reached out to the PD again and the guy working the phones agreed I need to talk to detectives. He said he would send over some people from some special unit to talk to me and my neighbor in the next 8 hours or so. Again, I really appreciate your help here. I'm also looking up some therapy options for my daughter (covid might make this hard, but I promise I'm working on getting her support). Thanks again.
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2020.05.02 04:08 throwaway1987251 Girls sunbathing in the nude

So there's this girl that i've started seeing recently for about the past 3 months (albeit on hold thanks to the whole virus thing) and things have generally been going smoothly. We're both in our mid to late 20s and one thing i've noticed thought though is that she gets very uptight whenever anything remotely sexual gets brought up.
I'm not talking about asking her to send me nudes or sexting or anything like that, for eg. she couldn't get into GoT because of all the nudity so she didn't even finish season 1. This is despite her usually liking the fantasy genre but ok some of the nudity may have been gratuitous I can live with that. But she recently said that she had to stop watching Austin powers because she found even that was too sexual???
She isn't some religious type of girl either but even girls sunbathing in their bikinis on the beach is considered too much for her and of course I don't wish to pressure her into anything she isn't comfortable with...but am I crazy in thinking here that there has to be at least some sexual chemistry between a couple for things to last? Would appreciate any advice from anyone whose encountered a situation like this before
*edit : Thanks for all the advice everyone, seems like I gotta try and find out out where the source of this uncomfortableness with sexuality is coming from will try and gently coax it out of her and hopefully things will clearer after, regardless of whether it's the answer I want or not...
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2020.04.06 02:13 lvcv2020 Girls sunbathing in the nude

A new book reveals shocking details about Epstein’s connections to the famous, including Trump, Clinton, and Prince Andrew—and drops hints about Epstein’s ties to the CIA.
Kate Briquelet
Senior Reporter
Published Mar. 31, 2020 4:43AM ET
Jeffrey Epstein beckoned lawyer Brad Edwards into a private room to issue a warning. It was early 2010, and the men, who were courtroom rivals for the past two years, had been waiting for a deposition to begin.
“How long is this going to go on, Brad?” Epstein asked, to which Edwards replied, “Till it’s over, I guess.”
Epstein then warned Edwards, who represented multiple victims of the sex trafficker, that he held the advantage. “The difference is that I have unfair power at my fingertips,” Epstein said. “I hired a former MMA champion who is out there in the hallway, and I have access to all of the resources in the world. You don’t even know who all of my friends are.”
Edwards, who details this chilling encounter in a new book, was only at the start of his 12-year legal battle with Epstein. When it began, Edwards’ small Florida firm was up against a Goliath whose legal teams had hundreds of employees. At one point in their court tangles, Epstein hired investigators to camp outside Edwards’ home, resulting in Edwards hiring his own PIs to watch the watchers.
Relentless Pursuit, available now from Gallery Books, a division of Simon & Schuster, goes behind the scenes of Edwards’ fight on behalf of victims of Epstein, who killed himself in a federal lockup last August before he could face trial in Manhattan for sexually abusing scores of underage girls.
Edwards’ tell-all reads like a thriller, from the moment one of Epstein’s victims walks into his office seeking help in 2008, to when Epstein seems to realize he’s lost the war a decade later, when a federal judge ruled his controversial plea agreement was illegal. Edwards represents more than 20 of the perverted financier’s victims and has called the pursuit his “personal life’s mission.”
But the book also reveals new details about the famous and powerful people in Epstein’s world, including Donald Trump, former President Clinton and magician David Copperfield, and about Epstein’s alleged connections to the CIA:
Bill Clinton and Epstein shared ‘crass jokes about women’ Flight logs indicate Bill Clinton flew on Epstein’s private jet more than 20 times, including with the financier’s girlfriend and alleged madam, British socialite Ghislaine Maxwell. In September 2002, the trio (along with six Secret Service agents) traveled to Africa for a humanitarian trip that also included actors Chris Tucker and Kevin Spacey. Epstein’s alleged accomplices, Sarah Kellen and Nadia Marcinkova, and Chauntae Davies, a victim of Epstein, joined them. Edwards writes that eyewitnesses—including Davies, then 23—said Clinton and Epstein “exchanged somewhat crass jokes about women more than they discussed the solutions to major world problems.”
At another point in the book, Edwards writes, “I’ve never said or thought that Bill Clinton did anything wrong in connection with Ghislaine, Epstein, or their airplane rides, but by all appearances Clinton had helpful information. I couldn’t help but wonder why he wouldn’t pick up the phone and tell us what he knew?”
Ghislaine Maxwell Attended Clinton Events While Hiding From Lawyers After the Palm Beach police probe, Maxwell was difficult to track down. “We learned through other sources that she was a close friend of Bill Clinton’s,” Edwards writes. “If that was true, then surely she would attend the 2009 Clinton Global Initiative Annual Meeting at the Sheraton New York Hotel and Towers.” Edwards hired investigators to infiltrate the event and serve Maxwell with a subpoena for her deposition. “To say she was upset about being publicly served at this function is an understatement. She had a profound determination to avoid her deposition, both before and after being served,” Edwards adds.
In July 2010, Maxwell ditched the deposition, claiming she needed to leave the country because her mother was sick. Edwards later opened the August issue of People magazine which covered the wedding of Clinton’s daughter, Chelsea. “I looked at the picture of the father and the bride, briefly scanning the page beyond Bill and Chelsea. Holy shit, I thought. Who was front and center on the aisle? Ghislaine Maxwell. As it turned out, she didn’t leave the United States forever. For all I knew, she hadn’t left at all.”
Trump gave ‘helpful’ intel on Epstein “The first of Epstein’s powerful friends to answer our subpoena in a meaningful way was Donald Trump,” Edwards writes, adding that Trump phoned him in 2009—no deposition necessary. The magnate said Epstein was a business acquaintance, they’d attended the same society events, and that Epstein crafted the infamous “terrific guy” quote Trump gave to New York magazine in 2002.
Trump told Edwards the last time he saw Epstein, he’d visited the money-manager’s home in Palm Beach and noticed young women outside. Epstein claimed the women were part of a “mentoring-type program that he was involved in, which Mr. Trump thought was a bit odd,” Edwards continues. Trump called Epstein “strange” and claimed he “never really liked him,” before sharing a list of names of people who, according to Edwards, “would know Epstein’s propensities better.” In 2015, when Edwards took Trump’s deposition for an unrelated case, the reality star allegedly shared more intel. “He framed most of the information he had about potentially relevant leads as rumors that he had heard over the years. Still, his rumors were helpful,” Edwards writes.
Lawyers tried to subpoena David Copperfield The magician was a regular caller to the Palm Beach mansion and one person Edwards sought to interview as a potential witness to Epstein’s sex-trafficking scheme. In summer of 2009, Edwards served Copperfield with a subpoena outside one of his Las Vegas shows but writes that, “regrettably we never were able to depose Copperfield due to a number of legal and logistical roadblocks.” Meanwhile, a victim named Johanna (who was first recruited as Maxwell’s assistant) said she met Copperfield many times. “Other witnesses that I had interviewed had also told me of the friendship between Epstein and Copperfield and how their private islands were located close enough for them to visit each other on occasion,” Edwards writes.
King of Pop’ Michael Jackson visited Epstein’s Florida home Johanna was lured into Epstein’s orbit, in part, by the famous people associated with Epstein. “For a young woman like Johanna, the fact that there were stars who were friends with Jeffrey and Ghislaine was an attractive bonus of the job. Even the King of Pop himself, Michael Jackson, had been enough of an Epstein acquaintance to pay him a visit in Palm Beach while Johanna was working there,” Edwards says.
Prince Andrew allegedly had sex with one victim, groped another Epstein allegedly abused Johanna during the same time period he kept another victim, Virginia Roberts, as his sex slave. Because of this, Johanna could back up some of Roberts’ claims about Prince Andrew. Roberts (now Virginia Giuffre) said Epstein and Maxwell flew her to London to have sex with the royal—an accusation Epstein, Maxwell and Andrew denied. But Johanna recalled another episode with Prince Andrew, this time at Epstein’s Manhattan mansion. “She described that Virginia was sitting on one of Prince Andrew’s knees and Johanna was sitting on the other,” Edwards writes. “While the two girls were in his lap, Ghislaine took out a puppet figure of Prince Andrew and placed the puppet’s hand on Virginia’s breast, at which point Prince Andrew placed his hand on Johanna’s breast. Everyone laughed.”
Epstein and Maxwell asked young women to have their baby Virginia Roberts said that when she was 19, the twisted couple announced they wanted her to carry Epstein’s baby and to sign a contract stating the child would be theirs legally, not hers. The surrogacy proposition came when they were in the Virgin Islands, after Roberts had been “involved in the Epstein sex cult for two years,” Edwards writes. In return for the baby, Roberts “would be taken care of for the rest of her life.”
“This was the final straw for Virginia,” Edwards continues. “She couldn’t bear the thought of Epstein and Maxwell raising her child. She knew that she needed to escape.” The attorney says he later heard from two other women, who didn’t know Roberts, who received the same proposal. Those women believed “that they were the only ones who were asked to do this,” Edwards writes.
Epstein called Harvey Weinstein a ‘pig’ French model scout Jean-Luc Brunel, who allegedly procured victims for Epstein, claimed Weinstein and Epstein were buddies—until the Hollywood producer visited the financier in Paris and tried to turn a massage by one of Epstein’s girls into something sexual. Edwards writes, “As the story goes, Harvey then verbally abused her for rejecting him. Little did Harvey know, this was one of Epstein’s favorite girls at the time and Jeffrey viewed the aggressive mistreatment as disrespectful to him.” Edwards adds that he “heard various versions of this story from others, including years later from Epstein himself, who referred to Harvey as a pig. Imagine that.”
Epstein’s bodyguard was sent to CIA headquarters The former guard, a Russian mixed martial arts fighter, warned Edwards to be careful of Epstein, telling him, “You don’t know who you’re dealing with …. He knows everybody who’s powerful in this world.” When Epstein was still incarcerated in Palm Beach County, he sent the Russian to CIA headquarters in Virginia, the bodyguard claimed—where the man was the only private citizen in a class of 45 people with top-secret clearance. He said he stayed one week. “I didn’t know why I was there, but he told me they would take care of me,” the ex-employee said, adding, “Everyone introduced themselves and the instructor saved me for last. He did not let me introduce myself. Instead, he just introduced me as what he called a ‘special operative.’”
At week’s end, the MMA fighter said, he received a book with a personalized note for Epstein. The ex-guard delivered the tome to Epstein’s cell without reading the message. He told Edwards that Epstein “goes out of his way not to share any real information. He spends most of his days doing what you know he does: hanging out with his girls. Getting massages. The rest is traveling with very specific missions; most don’t last very long. The girls he trusts come along.”
lan Dershowitz’s TV spots backfired, resulting in lurid tips In early 2015, the Harvard Law professor made the rounds on network TV news to attack the credibility of Virginia Roberts—who claimed in a court filing that Epstein forced her to have sex with the academic (which Dershowitz denies)—and also to attack Edwards, as her lawyer. “If causing a distraction was the goal, it ultimately backfired,” Edwards writes. “Dershowitz finally turned what had been a local story into national and even international news.”
Because Dershowitz went on national television, more witnesses contacted Edwards from New York, Paris, New Mexico and beyond. “As we were sifting through the calls about Epstein and his misdeeds, we were also now getting calls about Dershowitz himself,” Edwards says. “Most of them had nothing to do with any of the litigation that we were involved in, some were actually funny, some I wish I could forget.”
According to Edwards, a neighbor in Dershowitz’s Miami condominium building shared “how she would witness Dershowitz dress in a way to hide his identity while he walked the beach to look at topless girls sunbathing near their condo.” When the witness told Dershowitz’s wife this story, Edwards says, Dershowitz allegedly threatened the woman, prompting her to file a police report. “Other people telephoned to tell us how they had seen Dershowitz skinny-dipping on Martha’s Vineyard. One Vineyard resident recalled walking up to a volleyball game where Dershowitz was playing nude,” Edwards writes.
Mysterious ‘heavyweight politician’ received ‘erotic massages’ “Some people had information about not only Epstein or Dershowitz but also other powerful figures, and these callers were usually nervous,” Edwards writes. A former Harvard student based in New York called with information about her 2004 visit to Epstein’s private isle in the U.S. Virgin Islands. She said her friend brought her to the compound, and that there were underage girls present.
“She was very frightened to share the information, but ultimately revealed that she had been to Epstein’s island twice,” Edwards continues. “She wasn’t only scared of Epstein but also of his very powerful friends. She knew of at least one heavyweight politician who was close with Epstein who had received erotic massages from young females provided by Epstein.” The tipster, however, feared for her life and canceled a meeting with Edwards.
“While I have some educated guesses, I still don’t know who the politician was,” the lawyer concludes. “But over the years, we heard from numerous witnesses, including victims themselves, about various powerful friends of Epstein reaping the erotic massage benefits of that friendship, although it seemed most of those friends stayed clear of the girls who were underage.”

https://www.thedailybeast.com/epstein-book-reveals-shocking-details-on-michael-jackson-prince-andrew-trump-clinton-and-the-cia
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2020.03.05 04:42 NakedintheUK Nude sunbathing in girls the

During the summer I will spend days naked and challenge myself by leaving my clothes at home. It's very easy to do for a guy.
On these days I will wake up make coffee and breakfast and plan where I intend to go. After breakfast I shower, water the garden then prepare myself by usually covering myself with mosquito repellent and sun tan lotion. I then check the street and go to my car and drive off. Driving in the nude is another experience.
When I get to my destination I will park up and set my phone and activity tracker to record my walk. After 10 mins I will then get out of the car and walk.
The Forests, fells and walks that I use are not always popular during the weekdays. Generally if i see someone first I will either find suitable hiding spot or seat where I can stay until they pass. Sometimes though I don't see others until it is to late and these cases I found that hiding and covering up is the worst thing to do. It's like an admission of guilt which fuels people's suspicions, For this reason when this happens I tend to walk on and engage them with a greeting as I pass. I have found that the people I meet by accident have different opinions of my nudity.
Most of the walks I do are between 10 and 25 Kilometers and I do take my time by talking photos of the walk or just stopping in clearing or sun spots and sunbathing. I also know of a few walks where I can skinny dip and love the feeling of cold water on my body on a hot sunny day.
Usually I will return to the car late in the afternoon which can also be a challenge because of dog walkers who park in the same car park. I usually meet these challenges in the same way I do when I am walking and go straight to the car and leave.
If you are planning on trying this then let me know and if you are serious then here are some tips

  1. Research. Check out the internet, google maps and the forums. Usually after a walk where I have been seen I troll through the local online forums to see if there are any reports.
  2. Guys drive topless in cars and they may be naked how would you know? Girls driving topless is very rare
  3. Fill your tank the night before unless you are daring to use pay at the pumps.
  4. Top your phone up.
  5. Have a back up plan if the site you go to is being used for and event of some kind.
  6. If you are seen do not run and hide walk past them and say hello.
  7. Being aroused is not a crime but if you do not touch it when people see you.
If you want to know more then contact me.
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2020.02.08 18:20 DrunkenTree Girls sunbathing in the nude

My husband Roscoe passed away right after the New Year. A lot of women of my generation say that when a husband or wife passes, the survivor should give away everything belonging to the deceased. Anything not worth giving away should be thrown out—burned, if practical. But one way or the other, the deceased spouse's belongings should be cleared away.
They say it's so the survivor can move on, without being burdened by memories. I say at age 76 I don't have a whole lot of moving on in mind, nor a lot of energy to waste clearing away Roscoe's accumulated junk. We retired to this house twenty-seven years ago, and Roscoe was a pack rat. I hate filth, but boxes on closet shelves don't offend me; our boys can sort the bulk of Roscoe's stuff when I pass on.
But one thing I was determined would go: Roscoe's chair. Lord, why didn't You warn me what horror would be revealed?
For twenty-seven years I had to stare at Roscoe's swivel recliner sitting in the living room's south window. Not the same chair all those years, thank the Lord; he replaced them when I complained they'd grown tatty. But always the same favorite spot: However I rearranged the furniture, Roscoe insisted his chair stay right in front of that window.
More than once I asked why he wouldn't let me move it. Even at my age—perhaps especially at my age—I need some variety. If I don't rearrange the sofa and tables once or twice a year, I get itchy under the collar. (Actually, of course, it was usually Roscoe who moved the sofa. Later it was our sons, or our next-door neighbors Alex and Chenille, who moved in right after we did.)
I didn't understand how he could sit in the same spot year after year, then decade after decade. He wouldn't shift his chair even after I moved the television across the room.
He said he enjoyed the view of the woods below our house. He also liked the sunlight; he said since I hit the Change I kept the house too cold. So for most of three decades I vacuumed around and under his chair in that exact spot by the window, watching the carpet gradually fade from sun exposure.
Overall, he wasn't a difficult husband. He did his share around the house and yard (like I said, he moved furniture for me as long as he was able, with only good-natured grumbles). He took care of the trash every week, helped with the dishes, folded towels and sheets. He didn't do much cleaning, but he didn't object to my dusting and polishing and vacuuming, which to him must have seemed nearly constant.
And he really enjoyed the sun. In the days when sex was still part of our lives (more recently than you might expect), I often noticed how much more affectionate he was after he'd been relaxing in the sun.
I loved him, though like everyone he had his annoying foibles. He lost the television remote on a weekly basis. He forgot to run the garbage disposal after rinsing food into it. He refused to clip his fingernails or toenails discreetly in the bathroom, preferring the window light at his favorite chair.
I had to leave the room whenever that little snapping sound started. Luckily he preferred right after supper, so I could dawdle about cleaning the kitchen, running water to cover the irritating noise. And (though I never stopped dreading it) he never littered his chair or the floor with nail clippings.
He always pulled the wastebasket over, and changed the bag the moment his nails were done. He was so reliable about this that when our trash pickup changed from Monday to Wednesday morning in 2005 or so, he changed his weekly nail-clipping to Tuesday evening to match.
I gave him credit for consideration; he knew I hated to see clippings in the trash. (I always wrapped my own in tissue before dropping them in the bathroom wastebasket.)
Now I know the truth. I know what evil those weekly trash bags represented.
The one thing he absolutely refused to help with was spring or fall house-cleaning. He said it drove him crazy when I started pulling books and knickknacks off the shelves, or pulling the heating vents out of the floor to vacuum the ducts. He retreated to his chair, put on headphones, and turned his back on my activity; he wouldn't budge for hours, not even letting me shift his chair off the heating vent it partly covered.
So after Roscoe's funeral and the visits were over, after the cakes and casseroles were eaten or stashed in the freezer, I decided to push spring house-cleaning forward. Chenille offered to come over and help. She's a sturdy girl—well, she's in sight of fifty now, but aside from some gray hairs and a bit of thickness in the middle (less than you'd expect after five kids) she hasn't changed much from the newlywed who moved in in 1994—and is a sweetheart about helping out the old lady next door.
But I planned to clear away at least some of Roscoe's things, and didn't want Chenille seeing me crying over his bowling shoes. I thanked her and said I wasn't planning anything heavy. "You can help after I get some things packed," I said.
How would my memory of Roscoe be different if I'd agreed to her help?
I dove in right after breakfast, unaware of the nightmare in store. I started small, with the bookcase in the den, sorting out his war stories and Jane's volumes to give to the boys or donate to the library. I skipped his desk, anxious to get to the living room—and his chair.
His recliner wasn't one of the really big ones, that look like they come with a three-speed transmission and a built-in mini-fridge. It was a fairly simple design, thin but comfortable black leather cushions on a broad swivel base. I knew I could move it easily, even at my age.
It was too worn to give away. For the moment, I intended to drag it to the den; from there I'd ask Chenille and Alex to take it to the curb.
I stepped between the chair and the window to shove it backward. The sun really was quite pleasant here, especially since the heating vent was putting out very little air. That's what comes of not letting me vacuum out the dust for thirty years, I thought, exaggerating a little.
I shoved at the chair, shifting it a foot backward, off the vent. That brought a twinge to my bad shoulder, and I straightened to give it a good stretch. That turned me toward the window, and I realized for the first time that Roscoe's chair had given him an angled view into the sun deck next door.
Where Chenille lay on her belly on a pad, naked as a babe in the sun.
Honestly, my very first thought was, She's in even better shape than I thought. I'm a war baby, but no prude; in the Sixties, in my twenties, I was as much of a flower child as any small-town Arkansas girl was likely to be. Roscoe and I met at a peace rally in Fayetteville, went to bed that night. We'd visited clothing-optional communes around Missouri and Illinois in the early 1970s. So her nude sunbathing startled me, but didn't offend me.
But I was furious at Roscoe. How many times had he sat here leering at her? "I like the view," indeed!
Then I remembered all the sunlit afternoons when I'd found him unexpectedly affectionate, and I laughed out loud. When Chenille, in flipping to her back, suddenly met my eyes across our yards and threw me a half-shamefaced wave, wordlessly admitting her complicity in who knew how many years of voyeurism, I forgave him completely. A friendly neighbor gives a dirty old man a harmless thrill—so what?
Returning Chenille's wave, I returned to my task, chuckling softly, unsuspecting of the horror that awaited. If only I'd let Chenille help—if only she'd been the one—
I grabbed the floor vent that Roscoe's chair had pinned down, noting again how weak the air flow was. The vent resisted; I guessed that in twenty-seven years it had corroded to the ductwork. Then it came loose all at once, and I shrieked in appalled horror.
The duct was entirely blocked by a grayish organic mass, tiny spiky points protruding in every direction. It heaved and pulsed under the pressure from the furnace blower, seeming to breathe. Never before had I seen such an object, but I recognized the ghastly substance instantly.
For twenty-seven years Roscoe had shown me those evil, lying bags from the living-room wastebasket. For twenty-seven years Roscoe had dropped all his nail clippings down the floor vent.
DTS
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2020.02.08 18:14 DrunkenTree Clearing Away Roscoe

My husband Roscoe passed away right after the New Year. A lot of women of my generation say that when a husband or wife passes, the survivor should give away everything belonging to the deceased. Anything not worth giving away should be thrown out—burned, if practical. But one way or the other, the deceased spouse's belongings should be cleared away.
They say it's so the survivor can move on, without being burdened by memories. I say at age 76 I don't have a whole lot of moving on in mind, nor a lot of energy to waste clearing away Roscoe's accumulated junk. We retired to this house twenty-seven years ago, and Roscoe was a pack rat. I hate filth, but boxes on closet shelves don't offend me; our boys can sort the bulk of Roscoe's stuff when I pass on.
But one thing I was determined would go: Roscoe's chair. Lord, why didn't You warn me what horror would be revealed?
For twenty-seven years I had to stare at Roscoe's swivel recliner sitting in the living room's south window. Not the same chair all those years, thank the Lord; he replaced them when I complained they'd grown tatty. But always the same favorite spot: However I rearranged the furniture, Roscoe insisted his chair stay right in front of that window.
More than once I asked why he wouldn't let me move it. Even at my age—perhaps especially at my age—I need some variety. If I don't rearrange the sofa and tables once or twice a year, I get itchy under the collar. (Actually, of course, it was usually Roscoe who moved the sofa. Later it was our sons, or our next-door neighbors Alex and Chenille, who moved in right after we did.)
I didn't understand how he could sit in the same spot year after year, then decade after decade. He wouldn't shift his chair even after I moved the television across the room.
He said he enjoyed the view of the woods below our house. He also liked the sunlight; he said since I hit the Change I kept the house too cold. So for most of three decades I vacuumed around and under his chair in that exact spot by the window, watching the carpet gradually fade from sun exposure.
Overall, he wasn't a difficult husband. He did his share around the house and yard (like I said, he moved furniture for me as long as he was able, with only good-natured grumbles). He took care of the trash every week, helped with the dishes, folded towels and sheets. He didn't do much cleaning, but he didn't object to my dusting and polishing and vacuuming, which to him must have seemed nearly constant.
And he really enjoyed the sun. In the days when sex was still part of our lives (more recently than you might expect), I often noticed how much more affectionate he was after he'd been relaxing in the sun.
I loved him, though like everyone he had his annoying foibles. He lost the television remote on a weekly basis. He forgot to run the garbage disposal after rinsing food into it. He refused to clip his fingernails or toenails discreetly in the bathroom, preferring the window light at his favorite chair.
I had to leave the room whenever that little snapping sound started. Luckily he preferred right after supper, so I could dawdle about cleaning the kitchen, running water to cover the irritating noise. And (though I never stopped dreading it) he never littered his chair or the floor with nail clippings.
He always pulled the wastebasket over, and changed the bag the moment his nails were done. He was so reliable about this that when our trash pickup changed from Monday to Wednesday morning in 2005 or so, he changed his weekly nail-clipping to Tuesday evening to match.
I gave him credit for consideration; he knew I hated to see clippings in the trash. (I always wrapped my own in tissue before dropping them in the bathroom wastebasket.)
Now I know the truth. I know what evil those weekly trash bags represented.
The one thing he absolutely refused to help with was spring or fall house-cleaning. He said it drove him crazy when I started pulling books and knickknacks off the shelves, or pulling the heating vents out of the floor to vacuum the ducts. He retreated to his chair, put on headphones, and turned his back on my activity; he wouldn't budge for hours, not even letting me shift his chair off the heating vent it partly covered.
So after Roscoe's funeral and the visits were over, after the cakes and casseroles were eaten or stashed in the freezer, I decided to push spring house-cleaning forward. Chenille offered to come over and help. She's a sturdy girl—well, she's in sight of fifty now, but aside from some gray hairs and a bit of thickness in the middle (less than you'd expect after five kids) she hasn't changed much from the newlywed who moved in in 1994—and is a sweetheart about helping out the old lady next door.
But I planned to clear away at least some of Roscoe's things, and didn't want Chenille seeing me crying over his bowling shoes. I thanked her and said I wasn't planning anything heavy. "You can help after I get some things packed," I said.
How would my memory of Roscoe be different if I'd agreed to her help?
I dove in right after breakfast, unaware of the nightmare in store. I started small, with the bookcase in the den, sorting out his war stories and Jane's volumes to give to the boys or donate to the library. I skipped his desk, anxious to get to the living room—and his chair.
His recliner wasn't one of the really big ones, that look like they come with a three-speed transmission and a built-in mini-fridge. It was a fairly simple design, thin but comfortable black leather cushions on a broad swivel base. I knew I could move it easily, even at my age.
It was too worn to give away. For the moment, I intended to drag it to the den; from there I'd ask Chenille and Alex to take it to the curb.
I stepped between the chair and the window to shove it backward. The sun really was quite pleasant here, especially since the heating vent was putting out very little air. That's what comes of not letting me vacuum out the dust for thirty years, I thought, exaggerating a little.
I shoved at the chair, shifting it a foot backward, off the vent. That brought a twinge to my bad shoulder, and I straightened to give it a good stretch. That turned me toward the window, and I realized for the first time that Roscoe's chair had given him an angled view into the sun deck next door.
Where Chenille lay on her belly on a pad, naked as a babe in the sun.
Honestly, my very first thought was, She's in even better shape than I thought. I'm a war baby, but no prude; in the Sixties, in my twenties, I was as much of a flower child as any small-town Arkansas girl was likely to be. Roscoe and I met at a peace rally in Fayetteville, went to bed that night. We'd visited clothing-optional communes around Missouri and Illinois in the early 1970s. So her nude sunbathing startled me, but didn't offend me.
But I was furious at Roscoe. How many times had he sat here leering at her? "I like the view," indeed!
Then I remembered all the sunlit afternoons when I'd found him unexpectedly affectionate, and I laughed out loud. When Chenille, in flipping to her back, suddenly met my eyes across our yards and threw me a half-shamefaced wave, wordlessly admitting her complicity in who knew how many years of voyeurism, I forgave him completely. A friendly neighbor gives a dirty old man a harmless thrill—so what?
Returning Chenille's wave, I returned to my task, chuckling softly, unsuspecting of the horror that awaited. If only I'd let Chenille help—if only she'd been the one—
I grabbed the floor vent that Roscoe's chair had pinned down, noting again how weak the air flow was. The vent resisted; I guessed that in twenty-seven years it had corroded to the ductwork. Then it came loose all at once, and I shrieked in appalled horror.
The duct was entirely blocked by a grayish organic mass, tiny spiky points protruding in every direction. It heaved and pulsed under the pressure from the furnace blower, seeming to breathe. Never before had I seen such an object, but I recognized the ghastly substance instantly.
For twenty-seven years Roscoe had shown me those evil, lying bags from the living-room wastebasket. For twenty-seven years Roscoe had dropped all his nail clippings down the floor vent.
DTS
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2019.12.31 23:30 byNWR Girls sunbathing in the nude

Welcome to Granny Good's School for Good Girls!
Bob Cresse is the headmistress in a school for over-18s where the curriculum seems to consist entirely of nude sunbathing, nude exercises and nude art classes. It culminates in a party that swiftly descends into... yep, you guessed it.. nudity.
https://www.bynwr.com/articles/house-on-bare-mountain-1
"House on Bare Mountain", a nudie cutie flick from 1962, is a joyfully innocent combination of Benny Hill, "Carry On" and Hammer Horror, with a smaller budget and more nudity. It's bizarre, funny and a brilliant way to ring in 2020.
Happy new (or should that be nude?) year!

*NB: as it's from the archive, you'll need to have membership - which is entirely FREE - to watch it.
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2019.12.17 00:44 3_little_holes Girls sunbathing in the nude

Aubrey, Mary, and Lexy were all occupied with their phones. It was Saturday, and everyone at school had gone back home for the winter break. Aubrey was playing a game, Mary was talking to her sister on Discord, and Lexy was taking selfies and posting them online. They didn't hear the first knock, but after the second, much louder one, Lexy snapped her head towards the entrance.
"Are you guys expecting anyone?" Lexy asked.
Both girls shook their heads with their gazes fixed on their screens.
Lexy went and opened the door, and as soon as she did, Mrs. Clark burst through, almost knocking her over with the force that she used to enter. Mrs. Clark was the neighbor. The girls had rented a house close to campus and their parents covered the rent. Mrs. Clark was the blonde trophy wife who lived next door and drank wine while sunbathing. She had been coming over and looking through the windows the past couple of weeks. Aubrey would see her and told the others, but they said it wasn't a big deal.
Mrs. Clark wasn't alone either. She had brought two friends. They were older women just like her, but one was a redhead and the other had her hair dyed a shade of deep purple that matched her nails, dress, and shoes. They were all looking well to do as they had just come back from a cocktail lounge. In fact, Lexy could smell the martinis on Mrs. Clark's breath as she burst past.
"Evening ladies," Mrs. Clark said. She let her gaze travel over Lexy's body. Lexy was incredible. She was built differently from the other two. Mrs. Clark always got a nerd vibe from the others. Aubrey was small and cute, but she wore these thick glasses and was always reading her Kindle or a book. Mary was also brunette, and she seemed content with always watching someone play some video games online. Mrs. Clark had been looking through their windows for long enough now, and she felt like she had a good idea about how they were.
"Oh, they are cuties," the purple one said.
"Look at the legs on this one," the red one said.
Red walked over to Lexy and began rubbing her hand along her exposed legs. Lexy always wore the shortest shorts while at home, Clark had observed. Today was no exception. Red started at her knee and ran her hand up until she was near her swollen lips. Lexy liked the feeling that it brought, and Red smiled when she felt the young girl's body shivering under her touch.
"You are making me wet doing that," Clark said. "Be careful."
"Oh, you have always been easy to get going. Since college, remember?" Red let out a laugh before grabbing Lexy by the hair and pulling her in, kissing her while roughly sticking her middle and forefinger into her quivering pussy.
Purple walked over to Mary and stood over her while she watched as she talked.
"Oh and I guess Mom said that she is sending me some of her cookies! I am so excited! I have been fucking craving them so much lately. I got really hungry around finals. I always get hungry when I stress."
Purple grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, sinking into the couch that Mary was sitting on while doing so. Now Mary was on her back, her legs spread and her shorts being ripped off while Mrs. Clark stood at the edge of the couch and watched.
"Oh, you have company?" Mary's sister asked.
"Yeah. the neighbor and her friends came over. They look like they are drinking. Wanna say hi?"
Mary flipped the phone over briefly so that your sister could see the woman with purple hair now spreading her sister's legs and lapping at her with aggressive licks. Then Mary flipped it again so that Mrs. Clark could wave as well.
"Oh, she looks like she eats pussy real good!" the sister said.
"Oh, she does! Way better than the guys on campus."
Mary kept on talking like that, and every couple of seconds she would suck in a huge breath while Purple continued to swirl her tongue in circles around her clit.
"Fuck, now I need one," Clark said, laughing as she walked over to Aubrey.
Aubrey looked up at her and knew what she wanted. Mrs. Clark had a look in her eyes that she would see on campus and in class. Even though Aubrey took her studies seriously, she prided herself in her ability to let others get their stresses and anxieties out while using her. She moved so that she was on all fours, her ass pointed up in the air while she continued to fuss with her controller.
"Hey," she said meekly, darting her eyes back and forth from the game to Mrs. Clark. "I'm sorry, don't mean to be rude. It's just... online play, you know, can't pause it."
Clark didn't say anything. She simply dropped to her knees and yanked Aubrey's sweats off her bottom. She began to rub the nude ass that was in front of her. She let her hands play along her cheeks while slipping in close, letting her tongue stick out while she slid slowly between Aubrey's lips. Aubrey didn't resist or move. She just continued to click away at her game, muttering under her breath as the action began to pick up.
Red now had Lexy pinned against the wall. She was hiking her skirt up while kissing Lexy, and she could barely get her undergarments off. She felt intoxicated by the young girl. Every kiss seemed to make her pussy become wetter. The moment she got herself free of her thong, she pushed down on Lexy's shoulders and got the blooming woman down on her knees. Then, she shoved her privates into Lexy's mouth. Lexy opened up wide and took the older woman in. She was bald and she tasted acidic, and the coed let her body go limp while the woman began to rub herself all over her face and open mouth.
"Fuck, you are so pretty. I love to face fucking pretty girls."
The older women let themselves go entirely right then. Mrs. Clark had been talking up the girls for hours while they drank. She had been looking in their windows and fucking herself while doing so. But she didn't want to enter until she could show them to her friends as well. Now that the moment had arrived, she was happy that she did. Sharing was always better than hogging everything to yourself, and she felt good while she looked across the room and saw her two buddies going to town on the other two.
"Fuck, this woman is really good," Mary said. Purple was now alternating between flicking her tongue inside of her and rubbing it slowly and forcefully against her clit. She began to sputter and curse while her sister looked on from the phone, and then she came. When Purple felt her little clam begin to gyrate and pulse against her lips, she let out a soft moan before firing her tongue off inside the girl as quick as she could.
"Oh, so cool!" Mary's sis said.
"Fuck, it felt so good. She must eat pussy a lot."
Purple then moved to the next girl on her mind, Aubrey, who was now gripping her controller with white knuckles, but still focused on her game. The head seemed to make her better, if anything, and she wondered if Mrs. Clark would be open to helping her get some better rankings before the weekend was over. The thought disappeared when Purple came over and bent down behind her just like Clark was. Suddenly, she felt two different women inside of her. Two pink tongues were caressing her insides, first taking turns and then both massaging her simultaneously, with their tongues twisting and fighting inside of her pussy, causing her to make a mess of both of their faces. Purple took her long clit and pressed it against both of her lips and then she let her tongue thrash against it as fast as she could. and Aubrey fucking loved it and she focused on the game even though she loved how squirmy it made her.
"Should we come over here after every cocktail meet up?" Purple asked. She moved from the clit now and lengthened her tongue and fingers down Aubrey's quivering slit. She felt her close, and when Mrs. Clark took her fingers and began to gently rub that young woman's clit while her friend tongue fucked her tight little body freeze up. Even Aubrey's hands finally froze, and she saw the person across the way take their shot and kill her, but she didn't care. She didn't fucking care right then. She let them both lap at her as she began to curl up into a ball and finally enjoy it.
Mrs. Clark didn't have enough though. She felt her pussy aching and throbbing and swollen. She looked over and Red was still using the pretty one's face. Red had always been a very orgasmic woman and each time she looked down and Lexy looked up at her with those doe eyes she would feel herself climax. Lexy was now a mess, strings of grool hanging from it when Red pulled away. That is when Mrs. Clark grabbed the young one. She grabbed her ankles Purple did the other one and held her bottom half in the air while she squatted over her frame, hiking up her skirt as well. She was going to fuck her like this, piledriver position, with their bits smashing and rubbing against one another's. Lexy fucking loved it. She was using the back of her hand to scoop the cum from the red-headed woman's sweet vagina into her own mouth, and now, Mrs. Clark was rubbing herself on her like a madwoman, not caring about the young woman, just wanting to get the release that only the girl's body could provide.
It came a couple of minutes after. Lexy came with her, as Mrs. Clark had taken to sticking her free hand in between the two of them and helping them both get off. When Mrs. Clark was done and had felt the last throw of pleasure rip through her being, she let out a sigh and let the young girl's body fall to the ground before laying beside her, licking her friend's essence off the young girl's face as she looked at the older woman in wonder.
"Come on ladies, I think we have bothered these girls enough for one night," Mrs. Clark said. She then reached over and grabbed a handful of Lexy's hair as she stood up. "Except this one... We are taking her home with us. We can just send her on her way in the morning."
"Okay, yeah, sounds good!" Red said, grabbing her purse and making sure it had her phone and keys inside.
"Oh, I want to try her out too," Purple said.
The women led Lexy out before slamming the door shut behind them. The sound of the game and Mary and her sister's chatting filled the room again.
"Dude, those old women were intense."
"Fucking tell me about it. I hope they come back though. That one could eat pussy like no other!"
"No fair! You always have all the fun."
"Mom told you to go to college. Not my fault."
And it continued on through the night.
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2019.12.10 01:21 inappropriateness123 My (23F) boyfriend (23M) and his roommate (23F) are behaving what I consider inappropriately with one another. LONG

Sorry in advance for any typos and the length, I really could use an outside perspective here.
For nackground. I've been with my boyfriend for just under 5 years now. We live in a ridiculously expensive city, especially when it comes to rent. My boyfriend moved here from another country when he was 18 on his own, and went straight into the trades. He befriended this girl, we'll call her Athena, who is also originally from his home country. She was a friend of a friend of mine, and I ended up meeting my boyfriend through her. The two of them have been best friends since he came here. I started going out with him about two months after he arrived. Their relationship has, with the exception of one drunken make out, been entirely platonic).
This past spring, my boyfriend got renevicted. Rent here has skyrocketed over the past 5 years, and he suddenly found himself looking at a massive increase in his monthly rent (he was paying $1100 for a one bedroom and couldn't find the same for less than $1800).
Athena also ended up getting renevicted about a month after. My boyfriend asked me if it would be okay with me if he splits a two bedroom with her. I said it would be fine, and I really thought it would. I had become good friends with Athena over the last five years. Also, I just graduated university and am working an entry level job, so I'm not in a financial position to move in with him for the time being, our plan is to save money to buy a property together over the next few years. They ended up finding a steal for a 2 bed 1 bath for $2400, meaning his rent only went up $100 + $200 for parking, much better than the $1000 increase he was looking at.
The thing is, their relationship has really begun to cross some boundaries that I didn't even know I had, and now, it's starting to bother me a bit. I just want to say for the record, I am not a prude, and have never lived with anyone but my parents and my brother. I also recognize people should be comfortable in their own home. But still...
For example, they have no personal bubble with one another, though, this may be cultural (I've been to their home country, it's definitely a land of close talkers). Still, it's only with each other not with others. Including others from that country (there's a fairly big community here).
They have no issue with at least partial nudity in front of one another. She frequently walks around the apartment in a t shirt and in a thong, he in just his boxer briefs. She's also been topless in front of him a few times that I know of (in passing to the bathroom for example). She also sunbathes topless and in a thong on the balcony (which, I'm realizing as I type this, for some reason bothers me less than when it's in passing).
They also seem to have no issue with changing in front of one another. Again, this goes on both sides. Like, if they're having a conversation and one of them needs to change, they will continue talking as the other changes in front of them.
One night I stayed over, we were in his room getting ready to sleep, she had a date that night. Anyway, I guess she got lucky, she knocked on the bedroom door and asked my boyfriend if she could bum a condom and a smoke. This wouldn't be a big deal, except that my boyfriend sleeps in the nude. He gave her what she needed, and though nothing was visible, it was obvious he was naked. The sheets were low enough to make that obvious.
Another night I stayed over, my boyfriend was showering in the morning while I was making coffee. Athena woke up, and went into the bathroom, while my boyfriend was showering, to brush her teeth.
As another example, because my boyfriend has a physical job in the construction industry, he comes home covered in wood and metal shavings, and covered in sweat. He always strips down in the mud room, so as to prevent the shit from going all over the apartment. But sometimes he is dripping sweat and his underwear becomes completely see through. Again, he has no issue with this in front of Athena even though you can literally see everything.
They're very touchy feely with each other. He kisses her cheek, standard greeting where they're from, and hugs her, not standard, and my boyfriend hugs no one except her and myself, not even his parents, every time they see each other.
There's also certain comments, mostly from her. Like, she will tell me how I'm really lucky to be with him and how it's such a turn on to be with someone that knows how to use his hands so well. How she wishes she could find someone like him, etc... She made these comments before too, and I just thought she was being nice, but now when added with these things I'm feeling a little weird.
I just want to addz my boyfriend's routine was exactly the same when he lived alone, I guess I just expected more modesty. As for Athena, I obviously didn't hang out with her as much, but she was definitely not walking around in these states of undress when I would go over to her place to hang out. Neither of them have given any indication that they feel weirded out, or that they're doing something inappropriate, nor has there been any effort to hide anything. At least that I know of, and neither has given me any reason not to trust them.
The other thing is, Athena looks, well, like a Greek goddess. And my boyfriend also looks like a Greek god, whereas I'm just, average. I actually asked him when we first started dating why nothing ever happened with them, that's when he told me about the make out, and he said that while beautiful, she just wasn't his type.
Now, I have talked to my boyfriend about it. He said he didn't think of it that way, and that's a just a human body and everyone has the same shit. I asked him what he would think if I did that in front of a male friend, to which he said that's not really fair, because I don't have any male friends I'm so close with, which is true, but he added that as long as I was comfortable with it, he would be too.
Reddit, I don't know if I should drop this, since they genuinely seem to be completely unaffected by it, or at least my boyfriend does. But some part of me still feels it's inappropriate, and I guess disrespectful to me in some way. I'm starting to feel a little gaslighted even, though there is no indication of either of them being so manipulative so as to do that. Am I being crazy? Or would I be crazy to drop it? The other thing that occurred to me as a possibility is that maybe Athena is trying to seduce him? Even this seems unlikely with her personality.
TLDR: boyfriend moved in with his best female friend, and they are behaving what I consider to be inappropriately with one another.
PS: no, their culture is not one to be THIS lax about nudity. Much more lax than Canada, but really the only thing that wouldn't seem so weird there that is weird here is walking around in a thong.
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2019.10.19 23:47 supernovae78678 Girls sunbathing in the nude

I'd like to start by giving you some background information. I started nofap sept 21. I was not addicted to porn. I just edged to fantasies and sometimes blew my load. Anyways, I had about a 13 day period where I surged. I was very horny so I applied the 5 second rule and now I don't even get fantasies just feelings of arousal. I got crazy attraction from the opposite sex. It blew my mind.
I'm an older guy but could pass for way younger like 29. But I was looking even younger and more fit. My face got more symmetrical jawline more pronounced and hunter eyes. This one girl nearby , super fine, kept talking to me. Then on the 14th day I didn't feel so hot. The girl stopped while I was working and talked to me dropping all kinds of hints. But my self confidence had plummeted and I didn't take the bait (STUPID). She lost all interest. My female bosses at the time were giving me shit later so I left that job. I felt like a zero. Flatline. I was pretty upset at myself for messing up with that girl. I asked her out a few days later but she blew me off (not in the good way). I was depressed.
A few days ago after meditating 10 minutes a day or more since my flatline began plus doing light to moderate calisthenics bike riding shirtless and one morning I sunbathed nude (UV to scrotum) and fasted 24 hours I slowly started to get out of the flatline. I got arousal feelings, especially after eating (lots of animal fat and protein, sorry vegans), and morning wood.
Last evening I had a pain near my testes (blue balls) right around the time of my meditation. I meditated focusing on my breath. As I breathed the pain dissipated. So the moral of the story is that meditation is a powerful medicine in your arsenal to help you adapt to the powerful changes this nofap will give you. Use that arsenal AND DON'T RELAPSE. Peace
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2019.10.15 20:44 Iceicebaby21 Nude sunbathing girls in the

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+. I'm on kik and looking for any submissive futas and females to play with me with various plots that I have. You must be able to write at least a paragraph and be literate and detailed with your replies. Also when you join have either a ref pic of a busty futa or female character and no real life characters. Then whatever kinks and limits apply to you Here are the plots I have
Your a hero who is quite well known for her strength and prowess. You save all lives young and old, rich and poor. You have huge tits and nice looking face. Everyone wants and loves you. However there seems to be a demon that has been taking in girls for her own pleasure and the city asks for you help in dealing with this meance.
Your a new female/futa who moved into a very large house on the nicer side of town. I'm a dom futa who is your next door neighbor and bakes a pie so I can welcum you to your neighborhood and show you my "hospitality"
You wall along the beach, basically nude outside of a thin string "bikini" that only covers your nipples and clit. You had walk up to the biggest futa here and swallow all her cum to get $100 from your firends. however it seems this futa that you don't even know has other plans for you due to you disturbing her sunbathing
A horny doctor whose actually a succbus gets up close and personal with a routine check up. The life of college roommates turned lovers as instant chemistry, powerful attraction and cuddles...and lots of sex as I hold a deep and magical secret
Wresling, a hard sport to master, even harder when there is a sexy futa looking at you like a tasty treat. You think you could last 5 minute in the ring with her?
Your own plot
Others to be ironed out
A. Jogging B. Being robbed C. Teacher x student D. Being a peeping Tom E. At a party
My kik is Dre.c18 and I can't wait people to play with. I ONLY PLAY ON KIK AND NO GUYS ANS FEMBOYS
Also if someone could play a good Harley Quinn I'd love you for life, not a requirement but if you could I'd make my day
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2019.10.12 10:50 J5284 The Neighbour

Grace Andrews is sunbathing on her roof
"thank the lord school has finished" Grace thought to herself whilst the warm summer sun gently kissed her skin. Grace has just finished Year 12 at school and it's a week before her 17th birthday.
Grave wasn't exactly a modest girl so she allowed her bikini top to be completely off. Out of nowhere, a wasp appeared and landed on Grace's big right tit. Instantly feeling the six prickly legs, she jerked upwards and squealed. This motion knocked the little wasp off her tit.
Now quite cross, the wasp flew back at Grace with resounding speed. He arrived in between Grace's legs, where he was sandwiched. He then stung Grace on her pussy lips. As she stumbled backwards and lost her footing
Grace had fallen from her roof and landed in a rose bush where her neighbour, Mr S was sunbathing half-naked. "Where the bloody hell did you come from you slut?" Mr S retorted. Grace hadn't realised it yet but her thong bikini bottoms had been completely ripped off in the rose bush.
Grace looked over at Mr S and noticed he had a large bulge in his shorts. She knew exactly why when she saw her naked body. Somehow, her body still looked beautiful, despite her fall.
Grace walked over to Mr S and placed a hand on his bulge, making it twitch. Grace then decided to pull his shorts and underwear down, revealing a huge pink gun beneath, bigger than the likes of her ex, Jordan's was.
Grace placed both her hands on Mr S' huge weapon. Her mouth found it's way to the top of it. She began to move her head in unison with her hands. Mr S sat back in his sun lounger and sighed with pleasure.
Mr S then put a hand on Grace's head and forced it down whilst his hot goo filled up her mouth so much, it came out of her nose.
Grace immediately spat out Mr S' semen all over the grass. Mr S demanded she turn around. Grace didn't hesitate. She turned around, letting him see her fully nude ass. Mr S made a lunge at Grace hips and pulled her back
Grace fell in such a way that she ended up being anally penetrated by Mr S' huge dick.
"Oh yes!" Grace screamed as it entered her. She moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure with each thrust of Mr S'.
As Grace was riding Mr S, she brought her hands up her sexy body and moved her long blonde hair from her beautiful face. But she suddenly saw that someone was watching from the house behind, and masturbating to them.
Grace didn't bother saying anything and carried on riding Mr S' huge weapon. Mr S let out a sigh of pleasure at the enjoyment of Grace tight ass. This was accompanied by a huge load of Mr S' cum up her backside.
Please finish in the comment bit
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