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My wife thinks I masturbate to porn in our bedroom each night when I lock the door for an hour or two.
Actually, I masturbate to pics of our friends and coworkers.
She has no idea…
I have become a hoarder. I go on eBay late at night when everyone is asleep and I buy luxury clothing and shoes that are not even my size. I started working from home so I can accept the packages without my husband knowing. I have boxes on top of boxes and I tell him that they are inventory that I am selling online but I'm not. I haven't sold anything online in over a year or two. I am so sick over my deception and addiction that I just lay in bed all day and make plans on how I am going to rectify the situation. But all I do is wind up unpacking one box and repackaging the items in another. I don't know why I am doing this. I never cared about things like that before but now it's like if I see a Tory Burch bag for $5 with free shipping and I dont buy it I feel like I'm about to take a huge test that I am completely unprepared for, or like I'm about to jump out of a plane. The only thing that stops the anxiety is buying the item. I am out of money and I can't remember the last time I did dishes or made dinner. I just lock myself in my room and obsess over this all day and all night.
Im 16 and am a very sexual person despite never having sex, let alone my first kiss. I seem innocent enough even though I swear like a sailor sometimes. However, I can't say the same thing about my hormone-crazed mind. It all started when I was 8 and accidentally walked in on my parents fucking in the kitchen doggy-style. I heard odd sounds and wanted apple juice but then my parents shooed me away. I went to my bedroom and thought about what happened. I have a younger brother who is 3 years younger than me and at the time was 5 but very smart for a kid his age. For weeks, when my parents weren't looking, we did something called 'the thing' which was when he grinded himself against me. One time, when I thought my parents were distracted with cooking I got him to lay on top of me and dry hump me against my pussy and started to feel a nice slowly building pressure and then of course my mom walked in and I panicked and told him to get off of me. Being introverted, shy and just curious, I explained this to my mom and she understood and I asked her about how 'the thing' meaning sex felt and she said to wait till I'm a big girl.
A year later in fourth grade I had an odd friendship with this girl in my class. I lied to the teacher and said I wanted to go to the bathroom and said I wasn't feeling well, although this was only 20 percent accurate. My buddy, the girl said she wanted to try something she saw her parents do and before I knew it, her soft and slightly wet lips were on my neck and she started to rub her body against me. I didn't know what to do but all I recall is liking it and how she wanted me to lick her pussy. In one of the stalls, I curiously and slowly licked her and got wet myself and she started to do the same to me after I was done with her. She was surprisingly good at it is what I thought in my increasingly-hormonal mind (I started puberty early) and started to feel good when I found another student asking if I was ok. To cover our evidence she scurried into the next stall and locked it and I went back to class and lied again stating I threw up and the teacher kindly pulled me aside and told me next time to just go straight to the nurse.
Fast forward to when I was 13 and I discovered porn. I heard some boys talking about it and even some girls and me being me and wanting to look up new things like the little nerd I was I decided to check it out and I was in complete awe. This was what sex looked like? With the laptop on silent I watched some of the videos and felt an odd wetness and ache between my thighs that I had never ever felt before. To see those sluts screaming in ecstasy, racing their tight pussies up and down those big cocks apparently turned me on. I took off my panties to find myself incredibly wet. I peeled my panties off and locked the door to the bathroom, closing the history and leaving Incognito mode on the laptop with my homework assignment up in my room. Then, epiphany, I touched my pussy, just a small rub and almost came right there. I almost jumped off the toilet! I realized this came from my 'clit' and my opening in my vagina was where this wetness was coming from. I then rubbed my clit, slowly then faster until I almost screamed in orgasm but remained silent due to my mother in the kitchen cooking (new apartment, much bigger than childhood one but my mom fast to save her babies. don't need her thinking nothing! XD) I was sweating slightly, my knees felt weak and I wanted to do again so I did. Three more times. I humped the toilet by draping my soft towel against the closed seat and rubbed my pussy against it. So hot. Then I discovered erotic novels, and that included BDSM, finger fucking, ass fucking you name it. I started to masturbate on an almost daily basis. I loved doing it on Sundays because I washed my hair and took an hour in the shower (u know why). Shower masturbation is the best lol.
Two years later I'm 15 and my clit is huge and always seeming half hard and ready to fuck. It's almost like I am always horny. I've gotten crafty too. My electric toothbrush, humping my shampoo bottle, humping the wall, soaping my pussy and finger fucking myself etc. I got into lesbian porn, shemale, gay and all that. It was interesting and made me so hot. I even imagined myself having sex a few times but my fantasies will remain fantasies and thats it. XD My best orgasm was ironically the night of my 16th birthday, I had my electric toothbrush in my pussy but always needed my fingers on my clit to get me to orgasm; furiously fucking myself with the toothbrush in and out of my soaking, tight virgin pussy and my fingers rubbing my clit while I come hard. Then, it happened. I discovered my g-spot. I was very persistent with the brush and kept fucking myself with it from behind and deep in my pussy lying on my back. I occasionally took the brush out to finger myself then I curiously curled my fingers in and actually screamed and moaned loudly in ecstasy. Both my parents were listening to loud music and my brothers were at school but damn that orgasm was FABULOUS. I repeated this and circulated the brush and my fingers really fast for 10 seconds straight till I came so hard I almost passed out and I even squirted a bit. I was quaking and twitching with satisfaction.
At 16 and a half, I am a such a sexual person I even surprise myself. I remain to be secret but am glad I got my dirty thoughts and actions off my chest. I feel like if I put it out anonymously I don't have to deal with any pressure even though there isn't really any. I sometimes feel like its an addiction even though I know masturbation is normal.
And that was my curious, dirty, and completely honest 100% true confession.
I am going out of my mind trying to find anyone interested in keeping me in a strong, rubber-lined bag, for long periods of time. Age, gender, appearance, unimportant - they need only to be dominant, sadistic, cruel, merciless, and preferably very horny! There is a small zippered opening at my mouth, for fellatio, and another one lower down where my goodies can be pulled outside and snugged round the roots. Willing and able to give virtually unlimited fellatio, and open to cbt, milking, orgasm denial or delay, rape, you name it! Group, couple, single, TV, Cross-dresser, whatever. The longest I have been confined so far is a 3-day weekend, but I think my limits are probably higher than that, with the right person(s) You would think SOMEONE would realize the possibilities/opportunities in a situation like this, but so far no takers! Help!!
I am addicted to dank memes. I must sincerely say I am. I know what it looks/ sounds like. But you can't understand. There's something about the dying need to scroll, farther, find a meme funnier than the last, it just takes over my free will. IM COMPLETELY SERIOUS.
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 admit that I might actually be addicted to my grandmothers pain pills. I’ve never stolen them. And I would never steal them. But I crave them constantly. It started when I had gotten COVID. I was in so much pain and I couldn’t sleep because of it. She gave me one and I was almost instantly feeling better. I was calm, it made me really happy and tired. It boosted my mood and I was able to also sleep. Once they wore off and the pain returned I had to take more or I’d be unable to sleep. Once I got better I missed that feeling of relief from the pill. I then got kidney stones. Once again she gave me a pill. It took the pain away, made me feel genuinely happy about life, then I had the best night of sleep ever. Time passed and I never felt that comfort like I did with the pill. A couple nights ago my back was in some pretty bad pain from work. She gave me half a pain pill. It put me in a happy mood and I was able to sleep like a baby. Now it isn’t bad to where I’m wanting to steal the pills, I just want to be sick or in pain so I have a reason to take them. I just like how they make me feel happy and they help me sleep. I have awful sleep ever night but with the pill I sleep like a baby. I miss the feeling. But I know I shouldn’t take them if they make me feel like that.
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I confess to being a cocaine addict, among other things that I want to confess about. This is a long story and I will keep it as short as possible. It all started when I was in middle school, just as I was finishing 8th grade, i had reached a point in my life where I had become aware of how alone I was. I was being bullied my whole life in high school but only when I turned 14 did the loneliness begin to really hit me. I wanted to fit in with everyone so badly that I was willing to do anything. Once, I saw a group of popular kids doing drugs in the bathroom stall and they caught me looking at them. I asked if I could join and they didn't believe that a girl like me would even dare to do drug with them and thats when the insecure little girl inside me forced me to put aside all rationality and I just went for it. Since that day I have been battling addiction, depression and anxiety. I have to spend the rest of my life popping pills for my withdrawal symptoms and depression and I have to work my ass off to get my self-esteem back on track all for a second of impulsivity. Till today, I would say that i regret no thinking of the consequences. I regret not thinking of myself or my family before jumping into the trap. More than anything, I want to go back to the day and get the last 6 years of my life back...
I'm F now 27 I had my first sexual experience at 15 I became instantly addicted by 17 I had have 22 sexual partners but always wanted more I started finding strangers and going to adult theatres and dogging sites and let anyone have me I'm now on over 300 lovers and counting
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I´m addicted to online sex chatting. I masturbate everyday and waste my time and energy.
I work two jobs to pay for my addiction of sex toys, especially dildos like bad dragon. My husband doesn't know about the second job (it's online) nor would he approve of the constant stream of fake cock deliveries I get each month.
I am addicted to pain medication to the point I have even stolen meds other people needed. Without them, I am depressed beyound words.
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 am supposed to follow my sexual addiction recovery and avoid masturbation, but I can't longer control it. I keep masturbating every other day and I don't know how to stop. I keep telling to myself that I can be a normal man but I just get aroused by everything. I am afraid that I don't have a cure and I will get worse.
I male am addicted to women's boobs so badly that my mind gets freezed and heart beats slow down when I see busty bosoms which bounce when they walk.
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!
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So I... had an affair with this guy some three years ago. Ugly as fuck, to be honest. Ok I mean, just really unattractive. Our relationship was essentially based on weed. Not that I didn't buy my own. But I would always use with him, just to have someone to smoke with, since I get really anxious when I do. I would smoke loads back then. Then I stopped buying it. 'cause I wanted to stop. But I kept visiting this man's house. We wouldn't have sex anymore, I was having sex with another guy, a friend of his actually. This other guy was kind of nice and really cares about me but I cut him out of my life 'cause he won't have sex with me anymore 'cause he thinks I'm desperate. Which I kind of am. My life is so dull 'cause I have no plans, no projects, no motivation. Aside from weed, I smoke cigarettes and drink, I don't drink too much but yeah, I'm kind of the addictive type you know. Most of all I was addicted, I still am, to these two men. And I'm also anorexic/bulimic, not too thin lately, and I've managed to stop the binging and purging, I'm making progress you know, but still no future, no education... I used to be in university. I was studying philosophy. I was the brightest student in my year, but I was always on drugs and when I started sleeping with these guys I pretty much gave up on everything else. I tried to launch a music career, so to speak. I mean, as I was hurting like a goddamn dog I started composing sad tunes on my guitar. I've been in therapy all my teen and adult life, I'm 23, it's been more than ten years, with different therapists. Maybe I'm gay, maybe I'm bisexual, maybe I'm a random nymphomaniac, narcissistic, shizotypical, borderline fucked up mess with daddy issues and a self-centred attitude and paranoia and bipolar depression and no friends, virtually zero people I trust. I have no idea what I am, it's not like I've been abused and furthermore I got tested and they say I have nothing, I'm just kind of above average intelligence-wise and particularly sensitive, that's what they say. I taught myself how to play piano in ten days and I can do some pretty impressive stuff and bla bla bla yeah I'm showing off. But really I'm just so sad. I dropped out of uni, anyhow. Oh, I said that already didn't I. And I masturbate almost daily but with a sense of disgust even. I don't enjoy any kind of porn anymore, and I don't even enjoy actual sex, I mean, I had a couple of really good fucks with these two guys but yeah who cares. And what kills me is I've been so in love with the second guy but I fucked up because I'm fucked up and now he's gone but it's been three years and I was his first girl so it was bound to happen wasn't it. Why shouldn't he want to be with someone normal who doesn't hit him when he doesn't want to have sex, someone who is not so whiny as I am, so bitter and self-centred and FUCK I wish I could turn back time or I just wish he could DIE sometimes I really do everything except move on with his life leaving me here in my ugly stinky rut. I'm so depressed I've gotten used to it but sometimes I get these glimpses of lucidity and they really hurt.
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I am throughly discuted with myself. I have a porn addition that involves very young girls. I fantasize about having sex with them and masturbate. but when i get done if feel so much guilt and shame, that i get out a belt and beat myself with it! I give myself 40 lashes each time. this has helped in a mager way. I no longer am atracted to minors that i see on the street. when i see them on the street, i have nothing but love and compassion for them in my heart. And i wonder how anyone could ever hurt them sexually! I know that i could not! NOt ever!!! Yet when i am home alone i get horney and go looking for porn again. I am tired of this sycle! I have sought out help in the past by confessing my sins to a minister; but instead of helping me, he told everyone in the congregatiion about my lust. I had to move to a different city! Now I must say that I have never, not even one time, molested a child! Nor will I! I see kids as individual humans and not sex objects. I love them as if I were them! and if i were them, i would not want someone hurting me sexually. So I discipline myself and stay away from them!!
But this sin of lust has hindered my relationship with God. I desperatly want to be rid of this sexual desire. So I keep beating my self with a belt and doing what i can to resist the temptaiton to begin with. But you can rest assure yourself that i am not a threat to kids in society! I just have an evil desire that I must get rid of at all cost.
Please pray for me!!
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