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For my study I have a room in another city, but now I'm going home for the weekend.
My parents don't know I don't sleep during the week in my own room but in the bed of my plump, buxom landlady, who is a widow of 64 years and having a great time with her!
I've always strongly considered myself a straight male, I've never been into men, and I don't find the appearance of men attractive. But in the last few months I find myself watching "shemale" or "ladyboy" porn videos. Essentially transexual porn videos.
As I said, I'm not into men at all, I love women. For some reason though, I love looking at women with cocks. It's very strange, I know. I basically only get off to videos of "women" jerking off now. I guess all those years of watching porn with real women wasn't satisfying enough any more.
In the past, me and a friend swore that if we took a trip to Thailand and ended up bringing a girl back to the hotel only to find out she had a cock, that we'd outright refuse to have sex with them. But to tell you the truth, I'd just as much have sex with her as I would a real woman. Perhaps more so, even.
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A few weeks ago I had to go shopping and stuff. In front of one of the shops was a wheelchair ramp and a guy who tried to wheel up the ramp (in a wheelchair of course). I stood behind him and waited until he was up the ramp. I noticed that he had troubles getting up that ramp but I didn't help him. I had no intension to do so. I just watched him.
An old lady came by and watched the scence as well and decided to help him.
I won't, ever, forget the look on her face. She looked at me with such a disgusted and mean glare.
I have to confess that I didn't want to help the guy because I was just too lazy.
Male, 29.
Because I recently changed my mobile phone number, I get some strange texts from strangers who think I am a lady called "Nancy" and they are all offering me help. They want to give me money, or buy me things or invite me for dinner. But those people are not just men, even women write to this number.
I don't get it. At first, I didn't answer but now, I reply. One of those nice gentlemen even transferred money to a bank account of mine. Thank you dear Mr. Ben because of your friendly donation of 5 000 dollars, I am able to buy me a new car!
I don't understand why they all have my number, but now I appreciate it and won't stop.
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