Porn has been around forever and they think every aspect and fantasy has been exhibited on screen. But why can't I find the porn that excites me the most? Here is one example: A dorky teen boy who has never had sex has a friend who will introduce him to a girl. He tells the dork that the girl is more turned on by how wet and oozing liquid comes out of her vagina when he goes down on her. He sets it up but before they meet about ten guys cum in her vag and she lays on her back with her knees up not loosing a drop. The guys that came are all gone but she is there and the dork walks in and sees the girl waiting with legs up high and open for him. He goes down on her and licks and sucks and she moans and moans then he lays on his back and she straddles his mouth and pours ten loads of cum in his mouth. He is excited because he feels he id the best lover she has ever had. Another: A hooker comes home to her man after a night of work and they discuss her sex customers. She says they all paid her more because no one used a rubber. She asks him if he wants to clean her up. He agrees and eats loads of cream pies. So should I be institutionalized or does anyone else like my idea?
A Father’s Love - written by craztrain341, fiction The old man separated from his wife when his daughter was 2 years old. There was no point in getting a divorce, he has a daughter to take care of, what would be the point of remarrying? He was an honorable man who loved his wife dearly, just not as much as his daughter. His wife never recovered from postpartum depression and turned to the whiskey in a downward spiral of self destruction. The last straw was when she left the toddler in the tub while she passed out on one of her binges. He was a very large man, but everyone knew him in the community for his heart of gold and generosity. He loved and forgave as he was taught. He loved and forgave others selflessly, freely with no strings attached and without expecting it in return. Despite his intimidating size, there was not a mean spirited bone in his body. In effect, he was a gentle giant. He wasn’t educated, he couldn’t read so he got by doing odd cash jobs around his small town. He was a faithful man who was active in his parish as a retreat organizer and reader. He lived with his young daughter on a small rancher with a wood fired stove and heater on the outskirts of their small American town in North Dakota. His daughter, the crown jewel of his life, is his entire world. He has dedicated his entire life raising, caring and nurturing for her. He attended each of her elementary school Christmas concerts. Given his size, he always stood in the back to avoid blocking other people’s view. She was always a good girl in school. But he still signed up to every single parent-teacher interview just to hear her teachers praise his daughter. Not only did he drive her to all her softball practices, but he learned to play softball so he could volunteer to coach her teams as well. Even though she hated piano lessons, he still forced her to do it because it was good for her to be well rounded. He attended each one of her piano recitals even though she didn’t want him to. With no regard for saving for his own retirement in later years, he spent every penny he earned on his daughter without hesitation. She was his entire life. He may not be educated, but he knows that she will not remain his little girl forever. She grew up to be a beautiful young woman. One day, she will take a boyfriend. He will be replaced. He simply only hopes to cherish every waking moment with her while it lasts. While he was grizzly 6’ 7” with 12x12 planks for hands, his daughter was tiny. She was 5’ 1”, short strawberry blonde wispy hair that looked like a blow dryer was constantly blowing it outward in all directions from behind her head. Normally, her golden-copper colored bangs partly covered her right eye. But from his perspective, her bangs covered her eyes entirely. So he would often gently lift her chin with his finger when she spoke so he can see the infinite deepness and complexity of her beautiful green eyes. She had pale ivory skin that was fragile, delicate and soft as a lily pedal. Her dimpled smile could melt any father’s heart an instant. He always thought that she not only walked like a duck but also quacked like one when she spoke. She talked a lot and always smiled as she spoke. Quack quack quack! She hardly gave her father a chance to respond. He didn’t need to respond. He could easily spend a lifetime listening to his daughter quack in his ear. Perhaps his favorite memory is walking with her while holding both of her wrists in one hand, lifting her up and swinging her around. He used to play-spank her bottom and tickle her while she was suspended. But he noticed that her backside turned red quite easily so he stopped doing that. Her giggles and screams of joy was music to her father’s ears. He was poor by all measures, but he measured wealth in terms of happiness. By that standard, he considered himself a rich man. She was a late starter by all standards. She never even dated until she finished college. She was already working as a nurse when she brought home her first boyfriend to meet her father. But he knew this day would come and he was ready with a fake smile and a falsely enthusiastic handshake. Distraught by the size of her father compared to his daughter, her boyfriend pulled his hand out of his pocket to take her father’s C-clamp like hand but his cell phone fell out of his pocket. As it hit the floor, it bounced out of it’s plastic protective case. Her father reached one of his long arms to retrieve the pieces and saw the numbers 1452 on the plastic cover. Her father took her boyfriend’s coat and put it on the rack, the boyfriend put his keys and phone on the old McDonald’s ashtray sitting on top edge of the fire mantle. They had a nice dinner together full of laughter and smiles as both the boyfriend and her father were exchanging embarrassing stories about his daughter at the table. A chivalrous young man, the boyfriend offered to clear the table and do the dishes with his girlfriend. The father smiled and agreed to the young suitor’s suggestion. He parked his massive frame on his lounge chair in the living room and watched the two from behind as they happily washed the dishes side by side. His eyes focused on a rear view of his daughter. She is no longer a child. She is sporting some womanly child bearing hips now. She’s a woman. She looked so happy, standing beside her new man. That used to be him standing and laughing beside his daughter doing the dishes. Amidst his happiness, he couldn’t help feeling a sense of dissonance, as if he was witnessing his own replacement. He got up to stoke the fire in preparation for his daughter and boyfriend who he assumed would join him in the living room for another round of ridiculing his daughter. He saw her boyfriend’s phone sitting in the ashtray. It was still separated from the plastic case. Using one long arm, he picked it up to place the phone back in its protective case. He turned it on by accident while fumbling trying to get it back in its case. Without even thinking about what he’s doing, he clumsily typed in 1452 on the lock screen using his sausage-like fingers. He got in. He quickly glanced at the two washing the dishes, they were almost finished. Just the cutting board and 14” kitchen knife that he had just sharpened remains. So much happiness! He accidentally brushed his massive fingers on the screen and inadvertently opened the photos app. There was a recent video where the thumbnail shows a whips of reddish / gold hair resembling his daughters. Curious, he touched the icon to open the video. ### She was on her knees, legs forced apart with a spreader bar, arms tied tightly behind her back and a handful of hair in the hands of the person holding the camera. Her head was forcefully being held back and something was dripping on her face from several directions. Behind her, there was another man rolling a set of two dice and checking a notebook computer. Shocked, he swiped the video forward. ### Her boyfriend had his foot firmly on her upper back pushing her face on the ground. The other men were spoon feeding her something with a translucent appearance from a small bowl. Her head was held down, knees on the floor, back arched and ass up. He couldn’t see but something heavy fell out from behind her. Another guy was setting a timer. With rage building, he swiped the video forward. ### She was swaying gently while hanging from the ceiling. Her wrists tied together above her head and to the ceiling. There appeared to be a broken yardstick on the ground below her. There were areas and lines of pink, red, purple on her body. Is that paint, or ….? She was gently sobbing. Her voice sounded hoarse and cracked. Blood filled his eyes, He looked up. Until this moment, he was a dormant volcano. He was a quiet and gentle mountain that spent it’s life in peaceful harmony with nature. It would have stayed that way. But a tectonic shift instantly caused it’s lava dome to come to life in a split second and it is about to explode and unleash a fury like no other in his life. He was blinded by tunnel vision and driven by insatiable fury that he never felt before. He couldn’t see anything by the back of her boyfriend’s head, his throat. He crushed the phone with one hand and with three great strides approached him from behind as he was washing dishes. His daughter turned around and her smile turned to horror as she caught a glimpse of the image of herself hanging in bondage from the ceiling on the cracked screen of her boyfriend’s crushed phone in her father’s hands. Her boyfriend turned around but it was too late. With the crushed phone still in his hands, her father wrapped his giant vise grips for hands so far around the boyfriend’s neck that her father’s fingers could interlock. Blood was dripping down his neck as the broken glass shards from the phone screen dug into his neck. With his hands wrapped around his neck, he picked him up clean off his feet. As he was being lifted by the neck still holding on to what he was washing, his daughter wrapped her arms around her father’s and soon she was dangling off her fathers arms in tears. “NO DADDY I WANTED HIM TO DO THAT TO ME” “NO DADDY I ASKED THEM TO TREAT ME LIKE THAT” “DADDY I WANTED IT!!!!” “DADDY I’M NOT A LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE I’M AN ADULT” “DADDY STOP STOP STOP STOP!!!!” “DADDY YOU DON’T NEED TO PROTECT ME!!!!!” “DADDY PLEASE STOOOOOOP!!!!!” Her boyfriend was 2’ off the ground now, legs dangling. His girlfriend was dangling off his father’s arms screaming. Driven by unadulterated rage, her father was unstoppable. Death could not stop him. Just as her boyfriend was taking his final breath and with every last ounce of energy remaining in his broken body, the boyfriend lifted the kitchen knife he was washing above his head and clutched it with both hands with the freshly cleaned gleaming blade facing downwards between the eyes of her father. Seeing this, she swung around and bear hugged her father to protect her protector. She wrapped her arms around her father’s head and buried her chest in her father’s face to protect him. As the last trickle of life was leaving her boyfriend’s body, he slammed the knife down with all remaining strength and … End.
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