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I’m 44 years old and cheated on my husband for years. He would be at work and I’d be out with mg best friend shopping then going home to have sex in our bed or on the couch or whatever we chose. 5-6 times a day over the years and I got off every time. He offered what my husband could not: an orgasm and plenty of them.
Over home it was obvious my husband knew big amazingly didn’t say anything: what that says is anybody’s guess. He said if he can give you what I cannot, I understand. I felt horrible but craved my lover at all times. I fell in love with him or thought I did as we were times a before we had our affair. Mg husband didn’t know I fell in love with him. We were going to leave each other’s spouses to be together and I was finally ready to leave my useless husband and even my kids to finally be happy again. Only my lover was full of crap and said he was only on if for the risk and intense sex.
He said he loved me too. It was all a lie. I felt betrayed but that I deserved it. I began sleeping with others as. Hates myself and wanted to climax which my husband could never provide. If we even attempted, he’s get off but I was a desert. It’s obvious without our 3 kids we’d have not been together. He didn’t even know how to go down on me and we were not young but we weren’t old either.
Now, he is attempting to get better and I’m not cheating but I want to. I just let my best friend go because I desire him even though we are platonic. I know he loves me too and he is a real man but I’m trying to be good…
I wish I could respond to different stories when I get really excited. I am too young to open an account. Besides I want to remain unknown. I have confessed to too many truths and desires.
I like this girl at my college. She’s really nice, but I won’t lie it’s her boobs that have me so obsessed with her. They are huge. I can’t even guess what size they are. Definitely bigger than DD. They’re distractingly big. We have gotten friendly. I follow her Instagram. And like any guy would do I was up one night and I wanted to jerk off to her pictures. But her Instagram only has old pictures of her. She’s probably 15 in them, the issue is those pictures her boobs are still big and she’s wearing bikinis in them. I tried to just not do it but I had to. I jerked to them. And I don’t really feel guilty because it’s just a photo, and I imagined she was the age she is now. I want her so bad. But I can’t imagine how many guys are thirsty in her messages because of how big her tits are.
I'm a 21 year old gay male. Decent looking.
Anyway this starts all the way back in elementary school, I always felt different. I was the odd kid out and often picked on but if you were to look at me there would be no obvious reason. I was clean, looked normal but I was always off, this is when the horrible pattern started. I had met this kid, let's call him Cody, anyway we hit it off at first when school started because he was the new kid and I was a loner and we bonded over just running around at recess because neither of us liked sports (or ever were invited to play) and the swing set. As the year went on I thought everything was fine and normal, his mom even started volunteering at the school to serve snacks for the students which had given me a chance to meet his mom which I thought was great until i got pulled into the office one day. I was told that I was being suspended for harassing another student, it turns out Jake was deeply afraid of me and my vivid imagination, so afraid that he had pretended to be my friend so he wouldn't get hurt. His mom volunteered at the school to even keep an eye on me so she can see for herself what was going on. That's when I really knew something was wrong with me and what sickens me is that this exact same pattern of me finding one person and developing a dangerous fixation on them, my intent is never to harm them but I do... never physically but I'm so insecure in everything about myself. I need to pick a fight with them just to know that they care enough to argue back. I make up a sad story or suicide attempt to see how much they love me. I constantly push these boundaries to test how much they will take and if they will hurl me out of their lives too. This pattern has slowed down but not in a healthy way, ive now turned to opiates to give me that feeling of euphoria I would get when someone would say something nice to me or give me a hug. I'm up to about 160-200 mg of oxycodone use a day which I guess is enough to kill someone without a tollerance and everyday I wish I wouldn't wake up from my nod. When this isn't enough I turn to casual sex on grindr just so I can still feel sexy and desired, I never use condoms because I hope I get HIV, that'll kill me in a few years if I don't treat it hopefully. Oh I should also mention that the only person that ever loved me unconditionally no matter how bad I got died of cancer when I was 19, the same time my "fiancé" left me. He was actually pretty good at dealing with my crazy, he knew how to work around it but after losing my mom I got really bad. Wanna know what's funny? I have a high paying job! I'm really smart and manipulative so I was able to cheat a resume and land a 30$ an hour job, I just pretended I knew what was going on lol I've even bought a car recently. I have this random peaks of energy and sanity I think where I set a goal and then I work hard to acheieve it, all while hiding a drug addiction. This isn't easy to do but any addict can tell you that they'll figure something out to push them through the day. As you can see this is so haphazardly written because this is how my brain works, I'm never on a single path and do you want to know the sickest thing that torments me the most in my life? I love. I love so hard. I love everyone and everything. All I want to do is love each and every person on this earth and i know that I have enough compassion in my heart to go around to each one of you but with my deadly desire to be desired like that in return all I do is hurt anyone who crosses my path. I've stopped now. I even got on methadone to start saving up a chunk of money for my family and entered the methadone clinic who dose me every morning before work, then I go to my office, milk the fuck out of the clock, go home, pop some xanax or whatever drug I can get my hands on because I have stockpiled fake pee for the UA's and pass the fuck out. On my days off it's just a blur of some type of intoxication. The beauty of this is, I'm no longer harming anyone, I tell my family I'm just dedicated to my career and they believe me because they see the new diesel (used 2011) Ford Dually I bought. I'm not in emotional pain for the lack of not having human interactions. My account is growing slowly but since I don't pay rent I can put almost half my monthly income into savings. I've written a list of the names of all the people I've hurt and for each name is a letter telling them everything that's beautiful about them. In 6 more months (if my body can hold up to my downers at night and daytime stimulants) I'll leave on a positive note with my dads debt paid off and my brother a newer truck which he should be able to make the payments on with the way I got the loan set up. Fuck you guys I'm so sorry I've failed you all. I was supposed to be the one to take every tear and change it for you... there has never been a time when my compassion didn't bring joy to someone's face, in fact that's the only thing that's kept me here this long. Kill me if you want and can find out who posted this, it would help. Today is January 7th.. late July and the toxic creature that has infected our existence as a species will enter the void of nothingness. Damnit, I was supposed to be something so beneficial. Anyway, bye babes. You have my love - mine is not to reason why, yours is not to make reply for I am to do and die.
#insanity #death #suicide #fear #addiction #abandonment #loss
Over few years I have been highly addicted to a friend of mine, who is also the girlfriend of my friend. I have been imagining her in every possible way, wanting to do everything that i can possibly do.
I'm addicted to gambling. I play poker and bet on the internet. I lost over 50 000 dollars already.
I confess- my ex fuck-buddy turned me into his little slut and I both hate and love him for it. Before I met him, I never would have dreamed of doing what he made me do, and now I find myself craving to be treated like a little slut again.
It started about 5 or 6 years ago. We were, as I said, fuck buddies. At first he would ask me to send him pics, something I never thought I'd do, but there's something about him I just couldn't say no to. He'd get me to dress up in little outfits. I started out coyly, not giving away too much. After a while, I was sending him full on pussy shots, pics of me masturbating and doing what he told me. One day he shared his fantasy that he wanted to use me as his slave- his little fuck toy to do with as he pleased. I was unsure at first, but found myself beginning to fantasize about it, so I agreed. I met him at his apartment and brought everything he told me to- outfits, sex toys, etc. Looking back I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into. I dressed up for him and it wasn't long before he was throwing me around- it was rougher than I expected. He tied my hands behind my back and pulled my hair and made me get on my knees. He forced his huge cock down my throat and instructed me to deep throat him, then lick and play with his balls. He slapped his cock across my face, then I'd choke on him some more. Next, he forced me to my feet and made me ride his cock as he pulled my hair and slapped my face. He spit in my mouth and told me to tell him I was his little slut. I could barely speak, I think I was in shock at how rough it was. He then lay me on my side and fucked me from behind while choking me and calling me his little slut and good girl. Afterwards I went home as I couldn't stay at his place- and I was unbelievably turned on by what had just happened. At first, I wasn't sure how to feel, but I was dripping wet by the time I got home and needed to touch myself. It was awful- but I loved it! He awoke something inside me. It was shameful and I didn't want to like it, but I did. It went on for a few more years after that. He knew I couldn't say no to him, he truly owned me and made me his whore, as much as I tried to deny it, he did. Another night, he blinded folded me and bound my hands and feet. He then hovered over me with his cock in my face and repeatedly rubbed it and slapped it over my face. He'd then make me suck him, then slide forward and make me tongue his arsehole, then lick and suck his balls. It was so degrading, I had no power but it had me dripping wet! I still fantasise about how much I loved it- even now it has me wet, I want it again, even though I hate to admit it. Over the years he got me to do anal, DP (with him and a dildo) sex in public, covered my face in his cum, made me swallow, I even sucked off some of his friends once while they all talked about me like I wasn't there- it was so hot! I hated that I loved it but I loved that I hated it. I think I must like being degraded
It's been a year since we have done anything. He got engaged and had a child with his on again off again girlfriend. He wanted to still keep me as his toy on the side, but I had to say no once and for all, as that goes too far against morals. If he wasn't with her, I fear I would probably still be at his mercy, wanting to stop but not being able to. It's like an addiction. He has text me in the past while with her to say he misses what we had and that he knows I loved it- I denyed it and said I never liked it. But the truth is, I miss it and I just want to feel owned again. I once wrote his name on my body in lipstick and other degrading things and sent him pics. I liked it. I wish it didn't turn me on so much, but I can't help it. I love being a good little slut and being called a good girl. I love being used and controlled. I secretly hope I will meet a man that will turn me into his whore once again, who won't give up and isn't afraid to tell me how he wants me. No man I've met since has gotten to know just how slutty I can be. I've tried not to want it, but the longer I go without it, the more I realise it's not just a want, it's a need. Like I said, I love it and I hate it....but I need it
#submission #slut #whore #control #addiction #naughty #dominant
I'm 16 and bisexual.
When I was 14 I had a gf. She was so pretty and we made out like everywhere including the bathroom of our catholic school. I love making her moan.
After breaking up I had this guy friend who courted me. I went to his house then he attempted to kiss me. He did it again and I responded. It became torrid and he started grinding between my legs. It made me so hot but I wasnt't ready for sex. But even if I was screaming no he forced his dick on my mouth and eventually forced it in my pussy. At first it was hella painful bcuz I was a virgin. But he did lots of things that made him scream his name. It was so hot and we can't stop what we were doing.
After that, I became addicted. We hade phone sex, sex in his hous and sext. I got so addicted to porn and until now I can't stop my habit of watching porn and masturbating before sleeping because I left the guy who got my vcard.
Now I want to call him every now and then to have sex even if I got back with my gf because so for nothings happening.
I've never confessed this to anyone; but it hurt me when he spoke about him. If he had asked, if he had meant it, I think I might have dropped everything right there to be with him. My friends treated me like a junkie, and I can't even fault them. I lied so much, while all I could think about was. Something. Him. It feels like everything has changed, and I don't know how to feel about it. Is it really possible to get over someone if you still love them? If so, how?
I've been using prostitutes for 30 years and have relations with over 5,000 young women. I've spent an untold sum. Street girls and escorts in 4 countries I've resided. I don't do sex tours or brothel houses. I'm NOT proud of this and more importantly I know why I do it and where it stemmed from in my maturation.
I'm considered attractive with a really toned physique even at 54, so I pass for a permanent 35. I was blessed with never looking old. Unfortunately, women my age can't keep up with me sexually in regards to endurance or physicality so I need younger girls. I'm constantly always asked why I pay for sex by young working girls themselves and I never tell them the truth...I love NSA sex. It's selfish but relationships are difficult for me to maintain and I always resort back to mongering. But moreover, I'm an undisputed sex addict.
In particular, a cunnilingus addict. I've mastered techniques over the years since it started finding my father's porn cards of guys performing orally on women when I was 12. I had a cousin who was 14 and wanted to see what it felt like so I went down on her regularly for 2 years. No one ever knew.
I carefully seek out specific girls who love receiving oral sex. I'm obsessed with thoughts of tongue-fucking virtually every pretty girl I see all the time and I act out on it by buying company.
Prostitutes are the perfect outlet for me. I've met hundreds of really sweet girls who were positive and loved my performance. That's the turn-on for me., but I've NEVER abused or mistreated anyone. I like the intimate contact of oral sex and 69. Inherently, most prostitutes are more vaginally conscientious than regular girls because their income depends on it 365 days-a-year...but I admit to eating out really pretty street girls for hours in all situations - sleeping, drunk, passed out, high, talking to their mother on the phone etc. I think I love the empowerment I get when a woman repeatedly cums in my mouth over and over.
Medically, I'm 100% so I've been lucky but now as I get older, my desires grow stronger...I don't want to use medication to curb my thoughts but I can't stop performing long, passionate oral sex on women...
I´m addicted to online sex chatting. I masturbate everyday and waste my time and energy.
It fits under vandalism too. Idk, i had to tell someone. Anywho I've been a graffiti writer for over a year now. The need to tag thinga and put my name up is maddening, it consumes my free time and paper when I can't go out.
I dated a horrible addict for 4 years I'm now married to a different man and have a beautiful son. It's been almost 3 years since we broke up (the addict) and I still dream about him 2-3 times per week. He was my soulmate and the love of my life. I know I can never reach out to him because I could never let someone like that into my sons life period..
When I was a junior in high school I shoved my books in the storage area under the desktop one day and at the end of class discover ed one of my books had a large glob of cum on it. No idea how that happened but I had a sandwich bag left over from lunch so I carefully saved it into the bag. The classroom had emptied out and no one observed my perviness. That night I smelled and dipped my fingers in the cum and ended up licking and swallowing. No idea why I acted this way. Never blew another guy, never had cum fantasies.
A couple of years later I went into a public rest room and found cum splatter, a large jerk off's worth in the middle of the tiled floor. Being alone, I tried to retrieve as much as I could though I didn't have an adequate container. Did my best and again played with the cum when I got home.
Now I have a full fledged cum addiction. Still not gay so I have to rely on my own cum.
I make cumsicles in my freezer adding one load on top of another until I have a frozen ice cube tray (one or two cubes, not a whole tray). I suck a cube letting it melt until I have a mouthful of cum. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror I let my warm cum drip down my chin. Then I swallow the rest and check my mouth to make sure I've swallowed all I could. For a couple of hours I have cum breath.
I know this is a weird fetish. My girlfriend won't let me cum in her mouth or on her face which is very disappointing. I have gone to an adult video store with the intention of sucking off some guy just for the total cum experience. So far, I've chickened out at the last minute. Either I need to find a more understanding girlfriend or get over my homophobia. My cum addiction must be fed!
#cum #addiction #homophobia #fetish
I confess that I have a very bad habit. Everytime I think no one sees me, I eat my own booger. Usually, I am a cultivated young woman but I just can't stop doing it. It's kind of an addiction for me.
The problem is that I even do that when my boyfriend is around. I have to keep myself from laughing out loud when my boyfriend kisses me deeply after I ate a booger.
I confess, I've got an addiction.
I eat pineapples so damn much now after we met, sir testicles shooting sperm into my mouth.
Yep, you guessed it. I have an addiction to overdosing on pineapples and eating my cum.
I have a crippling porn addiction. i have tried to cope up with it but im not able to, i tried nofap for 35 days then relapsed. I remember i once jerked off in an anonymous parking lot I don't know how to confess this to someone in person so i cane here to do so......
Ive been masturbating since i was 10 years old. I tried to stop but i cant i enjoy it to much. I jerk off every chance i get i even get a thrill when im driving to stroke my dick but only at night. Just like anyone i will watch porn and lately i get off over shemale porn also reading sex stories. One of my enjoyable times was letting my sister watch me jerk off which led me to incest porn which i fantasize being with a family member particularly my sister which i eventually did but that's another confession
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