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Most Recent Confessions on "aol"...
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I trolled the AOL chat rooms forever, first going to rooms where "women" (probably old men or horny teenagers, pretending) were asking for nude photos. I didn't care if they really were women or not, at that point, I just liked showing myself, and wanted to show anything anyone wanted to see. Usually, they just liked to collect the pictures, I guess. There were only a few requests. Usually, I'd list what I had, and they'd say, "Hot! I want that one!" I had some kinky stuff, from cumming on myself, to plungers to candles to a close up of my flaccid penis.
Anyway, eventually, I went on to start looking for people to meet and have sex with. I started telling girls I'd give them a massage. No one went for it, but it was fun. I cybered with a bunch of girls and at one point, even went to a lesbian site, pretended to be a lesbian, and had a short on-line only relationship with a girl. We cybered a few times. Later, once, I even had a lady in California call me to have phone sex. She sounded very house-wife. It was pretty exciting and was fun. We both came.
Next, I moved on to the 'BBW' chat rooms to look for women to massage. Honestly, I thought they'd be more willing to go for something like this, and I wasn't having any luck in the other rooms. I definitely got a lot of interest, and even started sending my photo to some of them, but it usually ended up with them making comments like: "135 5'6? I'd crush him!" or "If only you lived closer...".
Eventually, I did have sex with a really huge woman (and 2 other big, but not huge women, all very nice to me, and I was very nice to them - we all slowly faded away from each other), and to this day, BBW porn really turns me on.
I'd like to say (email?) that I'm sorry to anyone I took advantage of, but how do you do that now that I'm married? Maybe they'll see this post. Sorry Rebecca and Donna and Jody. I had a great time, and hope you did, too - I hope it was as mutually awesome as I think it was. They were great lovers, and I loved their bodies.
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I used to go to the AOL chat rooms and one particular time I found a willing partner in the 'BBW' room.
She was older - I was 29, she was 45. We traded pictures and agreed to meet at her place, but no sex, she said. OK. I showed up at her apartment, and we sat on her couch watching TV. It was some afternoon movie rerun. She offered me a Coke. We talked a little, then moved quickly to kissing and petting. She was really large. I could straddle her leg while she was sitting down and not touch the ground. She had on a blouse and pants, and our kissing got pretty heavy. I started feeling her tits and she started feeling between my legs. I stripped down to my underwear there in her living room and we continued to kiss and pet. I think that's as far as it went. I went home.
The next time, I came to her place and we watched TV for a few seconds, then went right to the kissing and petting. It really was good kissing. We both ended up stripping most of our clothes off, and me perched on her, her sitting on the couch. I was reaching down her pants, but couldn't get anywhere because she was too big. She reached down my pants and felt my dick. She started massaging it. That's as far as we thought it would go, but we got hotter and hotter until we went to her bedroom, got on her bed and undressed. She had some condoms, so she went to the dresser and took one out. I tried fingering her; it was difficult because her pussy was hidden under rolls of her belly, but I was able to find it and rub it. She getting wet, but not very wet. I think a lot of it wasn't able to make it all the way out. I tried to fuck her missionary style, but couldn't penetrate deep enough, so she rolled over, got on her hands and knees and we went at it doggy style. It felt great, but there was a strong smell of ass. I immediately got an image of her on the toilet and having trouble wiping it very thoroughly. The smell was always there. It mixed with the sex small, and was a weird combination, but was not nauseatingly bad - it was bearable. She was calling my name, I came, climbed down and went into the bathroom to throw the condom out and to clean up a bit. I wondered if I smelled like ass. I got dressed, had a Coke and went home.
I came over and she answered the door with a red nightgown on. It was kind of funny, but more importantly, it made the point: let's get to it. I climbed onto her on the couch and quickly stripped down to my underwear, then took them off too and met her in the bedroom. I was bringing my own condoms at this point. We met like this a few times, and the sex was good and the same each time. The ass/sex smell was there, and the doggy-style fucking felt really good. She asked me to pull her hair. I didn't know what she meant, but I grabbed a handful and pulled. She wanted me to pull harder, and grab more, so I did. She was really huge, and I'm glad I got a chance to experience it. It was fun to grab her whole behind and hips and really have to thrust myself deep into her. The skin slapping sounds we made were nice, and she was so loud, moaning and calling my name, I know the neighbors heard us.
The last time we got together, everything was the same until we got to the bed. This time, she had a vibrator in her dresser and asked if I wanted to try it. I said OK. She brought it over, and started sucking my dick a little bit, for a few minutes. It was OK, not great. A little later, I crawled up over her and tried to figure out how to go down on her. I got into position, but it was too hard to get all the way down there to it. Next, she turned on the vibrator and moved it to my butt. We didn't have any lube, but I think she licked it. She got it in a little, but not very much. She kept pushing it, and it felt a little good, but after she got a few inched in there, it stopped being pleasurable and started to hurt. I realized at that moment what non-pleasurable sex was like - before that, I had no idea. I asked her to stop, and she did, then we fucked doggy style. We emailed every now and then, and she wanted to see me again, but it was too far to travel to keep it up. She mentioned something about heart problems, and I started to picture us having sex, then her having a heart attack, and me having to explain this whole thing. It was best to just stop. I looked her up years later and saw that she had gastric bypass surgery. I wonder if and how she remembers me? I had fun, and I think she did, too, but she needs a boyfriend, not a boy-toy fuck buddy. Her name was Donna.
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