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Men's Legs My favorite season of the year is Summertime. The reason Summertime is my favorite season is because I'm a man who enjoys the opportunity of seeing other men in shorts, and that chance of being able to see other men's legs. I just love looking at other men's legs. It excites me and turns me on. Its a weird fetish I've had for a very long time, and for some reason I can't help it. I love seeing men in shorts with athletic legs, great calf muscles, or men with legs that just fill out their shorts handsomely.

Men's Legs My favorite season of the year is Summertime. The reason Summertime is my favorite seaso...

I am a man. I am34. I am bisexual. I am divorced. I am In a stable relationship with a great girl. I'm a felon. I caught new charges this year for some things that happened in 2015. I found out about the investigation just over a year ago. I spiraled. Hard. I am doing a lot of meth and having a lot of sex with randoms. I'm so far gone and I don't even really care anymore. I have consciously given into every vice and no one in my life is aware of any of it. I am getting ready for work right now, I'm a waiter, I've been up for a solid 48 hours. I have been home alone since 9:00 am , it's 3:30 now and in that block of time I have been fucked twice and let them both cum in my mouth. After work tonight I'm supposed to get a coworker high and we're going to fuck some place semi public. I'm not working tomorrow and I plan to spend all day fucked up and having sex. I am not sure if this passive aggressive suicide or just an attempt to distract myself from the fear of losing everything to another incarceration. I lost 3 years last time and I doubt very much I can do it again. Mostly I just want it all to stop. I fantasize sometimes that one of these CL randoms will just cut my throat as he tears my ass apart with his cock. That would satisfy the most perverse parts of me I think. Other people don't think this way. I am lost and intentionally wandering further into the darkness. A social experiment Tyler Durden would be proud of. I just needed to say it. Somewhere. To someone. Thanks for listening Dear Reader, whoever you are.

I am a man. I am34. I am bisexual. I am divorced. I am In a stable relationship with a great girl. I...

about 18 months after we got married my husband got made redundant and we decided the best thing was for him to study full time. Not long after my full time job came to an end as well. We struggled to make ends meet and I did various part time jobs. For a while I worked behind the bar in a private club. Laila, one of the other bar maids told me that the tips where much better if I wore sexy clothes. I told my husband, and after a while he said, 'OK, if you want to, why not' I bought a short flared skirt, and also a thin cotton top, which, after summing up some courage, I wore without a bra, self conscious that my areola and nipples were visible. The tips went up, and I decided it was worth it. Then one night I got invited to stay behind. The other bar maid told me that it was some wealthy business men who came to town about every 6 weeks and were into partying. Laila told me the tips were fantastic, but warned me that we wouldn't be behind the bar, but serving them in the lounge, and if I was to stay I had to understand that after a few drinks their hands would wander, and they wouldn't expect complaints. Well at first little happened, lots of compliments, but then after more drinks a few lewd remarks and the odd pat on the bum. They commented a few times about my wedding ring, asking how long had I been married, and that my husband must be a lucky guy to have such a hot wife. They insisted we drink as well mojitos, and after a while I was feeling the effects. I remember standing next to a one of the business men placing the drinks and his hand sliding up my skirt, and called Laila over too. He then said 'don't leave' and I stood there blushing as he described to his friends what he was doing, which was stroking me under my skirt between my legs and over my knickers, and he was saying my knicks were damp, which by then was true. Then they let us go, and I said to Laila that I should stay behind the bar. She laughed quietly and whispered to me that I was going to get laid whether I liked it or not, so might as well enjoy it. I thoughts she was teasing, but she wasn't. We had more drinks, and then I was pulled on to one of their laps, and he kissed me, and put his hands between my legs. They did ask me if I wanted to stay, but only after he had been fingering me and by that time I said yes. I didn't get back to our flat until 5 in the morning, messy and sore, but with about the equivalent of 3 months wages as tips. I didn't tell my husband, and quit the job a few days later (also partly because the boss had told me I was 'one of them now' and to over charge customers after the first couple of rounds). I felt ashamed for years, and in the end, twenty years after it happened told my husband. He wasn't angry or anything, in fact at first he just didn't believe me. Later, when I finally convinced I wasn't making it up, he said he was proud of me for doing all the things | did so he could study (and he now has a very senior job in a corporation). In fact I soon realised that it turns him on, because he sometimes asks me to tell him about it when we are in bed, and one time had me role play with him as one of the business men. What I've never really told him was how good the sex was, because I'm still ashamed he would have trouble with that. In fact I only remember it all in a disjointed way, but when hubby is away and I need to relieve the stress of the day its that night I think about as I touch myself. Other than hubby I have never ever mentioned what happened to anyone.

about 18 months after we got married my husband got made redundant and we decided the best thing was...