This website contains age-restricted materials including nudity and explicit depictions of sexual activity. By entering, you affirm that you are at least 18 years of age or the age of majority in the jurisdiction you are accessing the website from and you consent to viewing sexually explicit content.
Welcome to Saturn, a place of nonjudgmental acceptance of all. There is no kink shaming, body shaming, racism or homophobia here. All are treated with the respect they deserve, until said respect is lost. If you think I'm being disrespectful in status, your probably not understanding that I'm only joking around. I do that. Even, and especially, in regard to myself. So don't worry if I say something self deprecating. It's either a joke or just me being bluntly honest. Me? I'm nothing special, a very average guy with well below average looks. (Think Rocky Dennis mixed with Sloth from The Goonies). Women avoid me like the plague. Some say it's not because of my looks, but what do they know? They've never seen the train wreck that is my face, only the pics of my body that a few people have given a like, telling me all I need to know about what people think of that. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
⇤ First | ↤ Previous | 1 | 2 | Next ↦ | Last ⇥ | Page 2 of 2 |
Sunday, February 13, 2022, 5:32:02 PM- LMAO | ||
|
Saturday, January 15, 2022, 2:16:23 AM- | ||||||
Is it crazy of me to find it incomprehensible that any woman would be attracted to me? Some might say yes. And at 46 years old, you'd think that I would be able to believe that some ladies out there might find me handsome. However, as few women (and I mean very few) have ever shown any interest in me, it has always been a surprise. I know that I am not what anyone would consider good looking. I am average in just about every possible way. So much so, that I feel I must just blend in to my surroundings when it comes to catching the eye of any females. As if I'm in a forest wearing a ghillie suit. I literally had my first girlfriend in my senior year of high school. She didn't even go to my school and lived across town from me. None of the girls at my school had any interest. I knew guys when I was younger, that had kissed more females by the time we were in junior high, than I have in my whole life (literally, I've kissed 7 women to date and slept with about half that). So here I am now, middle aged and walking away from an abusive marriage and the best sex I've ever had only to go back to a solitary existence. It saddens me to think that the only way I could have a woman at my side is to endure the verbal, emotional and physical (she attacked me multiple times) abuses that I put up with for more than fourteen years. It makes it difficult to think of myself as anything more than pathetic, worthless and ugly. I am past my "prime", which wasn't much to speak of as it was. So why do I post pictures here, if I can't even think of myself as even remotely attractive? Well, I do it on the hopes that maybe someday I will see myself in a better light. That the few comments I get might help to change my thinking. Sad thing to me is that I get more comments from guys. I'm not offended or upset in any way that I get comments from men. I'm not a homophobe. If they like what they see and get some enjoyment from my pics, great. But I'm straight. I am only attracted to women and it's their comments that I really wish for. I know a few have been nice and given some kind words and I appreciate that. I just hope that sometime I can meet a woman that truly can see in me what I can't see in myself. | ||||||
|
Saturday, January 15, 2022, 1:07:03 AM- My love of boobs | ||
Boobs, tits, melons, jugs whatever you want to call them- I love them. It's been said many times that I'm a boob man, though there are plenty of other parts of a woman's anatomy that I admire and desire just as much. I remember the first time I saw a girls breast. I was hanging out with my best friend (@ the time), in his back yard. There was a picnic table and we were jumping on the bench and also off the top. A girl we knew from the neighborhood came over and joined us in conversation. We told her how bouncy the bench of the table was and she proceeded to try it. To our amazement and enjoyment, one of her tits popped out of the neck of her rather loose top. We hadn't planned it, but couldn't have been happier with what we saw. She, of course, was embarrassed and ran home immediately. It is something that I will never forget. Over the years I've been fortunate enough (to my amazement) to have been able to enjoy a few pairs of great tits. I stay ever hopeful that I will be able to encounter more for me to love. | ||
|
⇤ First | ↤ Previous | 1 | 2 | Next ↦ | Last ⇥ | Page 2 of 2 |