Thank,

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5690112&forum_id=2#48722493)

Yeah that's how you know Drumpfth is imploding and fucking up and libs are winning and doing great, IMO. The better it goes for them, the louder and more hysterically they shriek. It's just their "thing" hehe.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5690112&forum_id=2#48722536)

Yes, in a lot of way those were pretty shitty times for straight white conservative males.

*Norm voice*

"You are correct!"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5690112&forum_id=2#48725932)

I was so reluctant to write about my sex life so graphically and openly today. My partner teased me relentlessly because he knew that I’ve had some pretty kinky, nasty, and disgusting past interactions before him. I wanted to keep all of my sexual histories in the past and I was even going to try to skirt the subject today. With the blessing of my partner, he’s “allowed” me in a sense to get really graphic, real, and nasty with my storytelling today.

The story that I want to mention was about a random hookup from a guy that I met on Craigslist while I lived in a single-wide trailer with my best friend. My room was no bigger than the full size of a queen-sized bed. I know this because I had a queen-sized bed in there and I could only barely walk around the side of the room with very little room between me and the mirror on the closet behind me.

The mirror on the closet was actually the backdrop for a lot of the kinkiness that happened in that room. I once brought a guy that I had just met in there and we got right to fooling around and watching ourselves in the mirror while we were doing it.

That’s not the gross interaction with the man on Craigslist though. He came and was much older than I was expecting. His ad said that he was 50 years old at the time. I was only about 29 and I already had experience in a sexual relationship with a 51-year-old woman prior to this so I didn’t care about the age difference. That was until he told me his actual age.

He was 65 years old. I get why he thought that he had to lie and I should’ve stopped there but I said that it was fine even though he was older than both my dad and mom at the time. We got on the bed as I normally did looking back at the mirror a couple of times to see our reflections there. I also looked back a few times to completely avoid his glance in shame.

I was really having sex with a man old enough to have produced me. He definitely looked much older than his picture and than either of my parents at the time. I just kept thinking, “Don’t give this man a heart attack. Please don’t give this man a heart attack. The last thing I need is prison time.” as I was thrusting in and out of him from the missionary position.

I got a good rhythm going and he really seemed to be enjoying himself. And then I felt moisture coming from below. I didn't think much of it and just kept going. I just assumed that it was like when a vagina got wet during intercourse because it got excited. I forgot that I was inside the anus of an old man.

Anal sex definitely creates its own challenges and when not prepared properly can be quite a mess. That was what I was about to face here in this interaction. I had to think about it for a minute and even asked the man to flip around and get on his hands and knees so we could initiate doggie style. That’s when I noticed it.

My bed and my penis were covered in old man diarrhea. This alone should’ve forced me to stop and made me kick this man out. I don’t know if I felt sorry for him at that point or if I was just enjoying myself way too much and didn’t want to stop until I finished.

I just kept going and blew right past that brown light. I started hearing slushing but then started humming the tune to “Milkshake” by Kelis as I was getting closer and getting ready to finish.

I unashamedly finished all the way inside this old man and his leftover brown liquid contained inside his anus and as I pulled out, I nearly threw up at the sight of the mixture that I had created in this intense session. As I had finished and ran to the bathroom as I hastily let out about a lunch's worth of vomit into the toilet, bathtub, and sink, I cleaned up and scrubbed myself intensely.

I came back into the room watching the man as he just lay there naked and covered in a bit of old man feces and diarrhea liquid with some semen dripping out of him and asked him if he needed a shower. He said that he was used to letting brown liquid out during sexual encounters and that it didn’t bother him. “Wait, what?! It doesn’t bother you but you don’t even consider if it’d bother your sexual partner?” I thought, dazed and confused.

“Okay, well, we’re done here. You can get ready and go now. We could do this again,” I said, knowing that I didn’t really mean it and that I was just trying to get this stain of regret out of my house with no further incident.

I never saw, called, or contacted him again. In fact, when we exchanged numbers, I gave him the wrong number. I think that it was the number of a church or something. I really didn’t want to see him again after the nastiest and most inappropriate sex that I had ever had concluded. I obviously regret it and I should’ve trusted my instinct and told him to leave when he initially lied about his age. Lesson learned.

Hey, if you’re still here and haven’t had to visit the bathroom yet to vomit or to clean yourself off after reading this, thank you for making it to the end of this filthy and disgusting sex story. I’ve been very grateful until today (lol) to have been a part of this challenge. I hope to read more inappropriate and hopefully disgusting tales of sex throughout the community. I’m just hoping that mine really isn’t the grossest of the bunch. If it is, thanks, Keeley Schroder, for getting me to bare such a filthy tale.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5690112&forum_id=2#48725941)

I was so reluctant to write about my sex life so graphically and openly today. My partner teased me relentlessly because he knew that I’ve had some pretty kinky, nasty, and disgusting past interactions before him. I wanted to keep all of my sexual histories in the past and I was even going to try to skirt the subject today. With the blessing of my partner, he’s “allowed” me in a sense to get really graphic, real, and nasty with my storytelling today.

The story that I want to mention was about a random hookup from a guy that I met on Craigslist while I lived in a single-wide trailer with my best friend. My room was no bigger than the full size of a queen-sized bed. I know this because I had a queen-sized bed in there and I could only barely walk around the side of the room with very little room between me and the mirror on the closet behind me.

The mirror on the closet was actually the backdrop for a lot of the kinkiness that happened in that room. I once brought a guy that I had just met in there and we got right to fooling around and watching ourselves in the mirror while we were doing it.

That’s not the gross interaction with the man on Craigslist though. He came and was much older than I was expecting. His ad said that he was 50 years old at the time. I was only about 29 and I already had experience in a sexual relationship with a 51-year-old woman prior to this so I didn’t care about the age difference. That was until he told me his actual age.

He was 65 years old. I get why he thought that he had to lie and I should’ve stopped there but I said that it was fine even though he was older than both my dad and mom at the time. We got on the bed as I normally did looking back at the mirror a couple of times to see our reflections there. I also looked back a few times to completely avoid his glance in shame.

I was really having sex with a man old enough to have produced me. He definitely looked much older than his picture and than either of my parents at the time. I just kept thinking, “Don’t give this man a heart attack. Please don’t give this man a heart attack. The last thing I need is prison time.” as I was thrusting in and out of him from the missionary position.

I got a good rhythm going and he really seemed to be enjoying himself. And then I felt moisture coming from below. I didn't think much of it and just kept going. I just assumed that it was like when a vagina got wet during intercourse because it got excited. I forgot that I was inside the anus of an old man.

Anal sex definitely creates its own challenges and when not prepared properly can be quite a mess. That was what I was about to face here in this interaction. I had to think about it for a minute and even asked the man to flip around and get on his hands and knees so we could initiate doggie style. That’s when I noticed it.

My bed and my penis were covered in old man diarrhea. This alone should’ve forced me to stop and made me kick this man out. I don’t know if I felt sorry for him at that point or if I was just enjoying myself way too much and didn’t want to stop until I finished.

I just kept going and blew right past that brown light. I started hearing slushing but then started humming the tune to “Milkshake” by Kelis as I was getting closer and getting ready to finish.

I unashamedly finished all the way inside this old man and his leftover brown liquid contained inside his anus and as I pulled out, I nearly threw up at the sight of the mixture that I had created in this intense session. As I had finished and ran to the bathroom as I hastily let out about a lunch's worth of vomit into the toilet, bathtub, and sink, I cleaned up and scrubbed myself intensely.

I came back into the room watching the man as he just lay there naked and covered in a bit of old man feces and diarrhea liquid with some semen dripping out of him and asked him if he needed a shower. He said that he was used to letting brown liquid out during sexual encounters and that it didn’t bother him. “Wait, what?! It doesn’t bother you but you don’t even consider if it’d bother your sexual partner?” I thought, dazed and confused.

“Okay, well, we’re done here. You can get ready and go now. We could do this again,” I said, knowing that I didn’t really mean it and that I was just trying to get this stain of regret out of my house with no further incident.

I never saw, called, or contacted him again. In fact, when we exchanged numbers, I gave him the wrong number. I think that it was the number of a church or something. I really didn’t want to see him again after the nastiest and most inappropriate sex that I had ever had concluded. I obviously regret it and I should’ve trusted my instinct and told him to leave when he initially lied about his age. Lesson learned.

Hey, if you’re still here and haven’t had to visit the bathroom yet to vomit or to clean yourself off after reading this, thank you for making it to the end of this filthy and disgusting sex story. I’ve been very grateful until today (lol) to have been a part of this challenge. I hope to read more inappropriate and hopefully disgusting tales of sex throughout the community. I’m just hoping that mine really isn’t the grossest of the bunch. If it is, thanks, Keeley Schroder, for getting me to bare such a filthy tale.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5690112&forum_id=2#48725942)