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That awkward moment when you read that one of your favorite porn stars is recently single and you get really excited for a second before all of reality bursts your second long fantasy.
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I have a crush on my neighbor he’s so hot and he’s a cop! He always looks in my windows at me, I think he wants me too.
My best friend has been banging my mother for two years now. I find it hot to call him my dad now.
when my mother in law and her husband would go out on cruises and vacation my wife and I would watch over their home. I always had a strong attraction to my mother in law and constantly fantasized about me and her. whenever my wife was at work and I was off earlier is stop by their empty house and rummage through stuff but mostly her underwear drawer. I'd grab a good pair or sometimes there were some dirty ones in the laundry I could sniff. I'd sit in the bathroom and masturbate while either sniffing her panties or using them to stroke myself. no one ever suspected anything. my crowning achievement was when my wife and her dad went to the store to get dinner stuff and my mother in law thought I had gone as well so she got undressed and changed in her room and I managed to record it through the 1 inch gap in the door way. sometimes I think she would welcome my sex with open arms just by the way she looks at me and touches me. one day I'll make a subtle move and see what happens.
So one night me and my boyfriend were going at it really hard and he is always asking me if he can try new things with me I am reluctant sometimes but this time I said ok we decided to record on camara our first homemade porn jejeje . So he wanted to try my ass for anal he got the lube and made sure everything was nice and wet before he started fingering my butt to make it more comfortable he did that for a couple minutes before he slowly slid his dick in my ass and started thrusting. We were both laying on our sides at this point and he decided he wanted to switch positions with him behind me while I lay over a pillow so we move around and before he goes to put his dick back inside me he decides he wants to give me a rim job right when he goes to lick my ass I farted and I couldn't stop it because my but was stretched a little still from him fucking me it was the most embarrassing thing of my life thats ever happened during sex
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A few years after we married I met someone and brought him home wanting an open relationship, my husband was shocked but I told him it's either both of you or none of you and he backed down. I thought it would be more exciting but now I see how much damage I've done and the betrayal in my husbands eyes. I'm such a screwup.
I am 44 years old, married and a good mother (I hope I am, at least). I have 4 children, but the younger 2 were both fathered by a teenage friend of my eldest son. He was in high school when he began to first flirt with me, I figured it out but put it down to a teenage crush like boys have on teachers.
He was already tall and quite strongly built, my family are mostly shorter and nice-looking, but not football player types. My son would go to baseball practice, his friend (I will call him J) to football and then they would both come over for some food before heading home. My husband suggested my son (they are not biological father-son) start some extra credit evening classes to help get into a good school, so he started going to the local community college. My younger son was always at the neighbour's house with his best friend. When my husband told J he was welcome to keep coming over for food and drink, it would be just the two of us home (my husband had a long commute and worked late anyway).
After this J's flirting became more pronounced. Earlier he would just tease and stare, now he began to talk about his experience with girls, and even to brush up against me any chance he got. At first I was firm but polite, and careful to keep a distance. But one day he ground his crotch up against my ass, and I felt his hard cock. Even through my skirt and his shorts I could feel it was huge - much bigger than my husbands. I chided him a bit, but couldn't get the thought out of my head. That weekend, I masturbated thinking of J in me.
The next week, he was watching me, and I was waiting for him to touch me again. A few days passed and he didn't. On Thursday he surprised me by coming in the afternoon, saying practice was cancelled and could he please have some lunch. I went to the kitchen and began working, when he grabbed me from behind, cupped my chin and turned my face and stuck his tongue down my throat. I struggled, but he was far too strong. After a long time, he stopped kissing me and gripped my hands behind my back. I was so dizzy and confused, I couldn't speak, just stared at him and he just stared at me. With his other hand he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties off, then pulled his own pants down.
I couldn't see it, but I felt it when his dick entered me. I had never had one that big (I later measured it as over 7 inches and very thick) and I began to gasp. He clapped a hand over my mouth and thrust hard. Luckily my pussy was wet from all the kissing, and I was able to take him without too much pain. I don't remember how long it lasted, but I had an orgasm very soon and he came inside me as well. I was still in a daze when he let me go, when I turned around he was standing over me. I know I had just been raped, but at that moment on a kind of autopilot I put my arms round his neck and kissed him.
He was hard again and picked me up in his arms like I was a doll, and began carrying me upstairs. I asked him not to take me to my marriage bed, so he took me to my eldest son's room. That afternoon, I just kept cumming while staring at a Metallica poster above my son's bed. After that day, every day J would come, kiss me like he was my husband coming home, carry me upstairs and make love to me.
I was 36 at the time and still very fertile. My husband used condoms, as I had thyroid troubles with the pill. J did not use condoms, and for some reason I never asked him. About a month after we started, I found out I was pregnant, and the next year gave birth to Js daughter. To my lasting shame, I concealed everything and tricked my husband into thinking it was his.. J and I continued our liaisons all through my pregnancy, but after that I became busy with the baby and the frequency of our trysts decreased.
A year or so later, my eldest son went off to college, my younger was awarded a scholarship to a residential prep school and moved out too. J was still in town, intending on taking a gap year. With the house now empty, my baby still too young, J once again began coming over daily and I was unable to resist. This time I insisted he use condoms, but sometimes he would just ignore my protests. In November, J left for a job in South America, and shortly afterwards I discovered I was pregnant again. This time I seriously considered an abortion, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I went through the whole charade again, and gave birth to J's son.
This caused a lot of friction in my marriage, as a 2nd unplanned pregnancy was a great strain on our finances. I decided to get a job as soon as the baby was older, which conveniently helped me avoid J when he did come back, and later when he was home from college as well. When he did catch me, we did have some fun (he wouldn't take no for an answer, and I couldn't resist him really) but after he got a job post-college, we have not met.
I am happy with my two young babies, and I know my husband loves them deeply too. It's a gut wrench to deceive him, as he is a wonderful man, but at the same time I feel very liberated and a secret part of me is almost exultant that I had a great affair and came out of it happier than I was before.
I have a girlfriend. And I love her. But before her, there was someone else. We never really got anywhere worth writing home about, this other girl. She was in a difficult place at the time. So we just flirted, kept up a certain level of sexual tension, while still keeping each other at arm's length. It was, strangely, fun. Let's call her Mary.
Then, I started dating the girl that would be my girlfriend. She was hard to get and even harder to read. A real spitfire who'd never let me get away with anything. Everyone she meant would say that there’s something about her that just leaves you enthralled but you just don't know what exactly. It's something. Call her Amy.
Things hit off with Amy. It was a rocky start being who she is but it got somewhere nice, somewhere serious.
But early on with Amy, Mary and I kept texting and kept interacting on social media. We would comment on each other's photos how hot we thought the other was. Amy didn't mind. Mary was a friend, after all. In the DMs, Mary always talked about how we should get some coffee sometime; how we should maybe get a drink. Just us. She knew about Amy, though. We talked about Amy sometimes, so she knew.
The plans for coffee or drinks never went anywhere. I just kept saying, "Yeah. Maybe."
It didn't go anywhere until one day, it did.
Amy was out of town. And Mary dropped a selfie on my DMs saying she in a cafe downtown alone. I thought about for a while. Then I hopped on my car and went for it. "What harm could some coffee do?" I thought at the time.
I got there and we talked. She talked about med school and I talked about my own shit. It was, in a word, surreal. Then she asked me to walk her to the toilet. It was up some stairs and away from prying eyes. Before she went in she gave me a hug and, out of habit and shock, I hugged her back. My heart was racing. She pulled back and held my face in her hands, then wrapped them around the back of my neck gently.
"You're an amazing guy, you know that?" She said, her face close to mine. She was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful people I've ever known.
I smiled.
We stared at each other for a while, arms locked around each other. In any other situation, this is where I would go in for a kiss.
But no, I just said, "You should go in, Mary. I'll downstairs."
I don't know if it was guilt or something else. Maybe a part of me had finally decided to admit what my concious mind wouldn't: that I was cheating on Amy.
When she went in, I called up my bestfriend. I told him to call me in 10 mins with some fake emergency. He knew where I was and who I was with, so he agreed. No questions asked.
When Mary returned, we continued talking for a little bit before my bestfriend called. I left that cafe on the whim of some fake emergency that afternoon. Despite that, I was one of the best non-date dates I've ever had.
A few days later, Mary stopped interacting with me on social media. No likes, no comments. She stopped the DMs and when I would try, she would respond but only to be respectful, I felt like.
And so eventually, I stopped.
A few weeks had passed and I got a DM out of the blue from Mary. I remember I had just woken up that summer day when I got it.
"I meant what I said. You're an amazing guy. Wish you the best. Take care of yourself."
I never responded. I didn't know how to. I didn't know what it meant.
That was three years ago. I don't see Mary anymore. I don't speak to her, whether in person or online. But sometimes, during the late nights, I think about that day in the cafe and about what that message, that seemed too much like a goodbye, meant.
Amy, to this day, doesn't know about it. And I've never done anything like that since. We're happier than we've ever been now and things are going great.
Mary hasn't dated anyone since, I don't think. But I see her online, looking happy and still in med school.
I'm writing this now because it's been three years. All that time and I still think about Mary.
I'm sixteen, and recently over spring break i went to the beach with my bf and some friends. i was wearing a pretty skimpy bikini, and this older guy (at least twice my age) was checking me out. At first i was a little creeped out, but then a bit turned on. i happened to meet up with him when i went to the bathroom, and we were alone. i gave him a look, and he gave me a look back... one thing led to another, and he ate my pussy out and then we had sex. he was bigger than my boyfriend, and a lot more experienced. i'll probably never see him again, i don't even know his name. But i know i shouldn't have cheated on my boyfriend. i feel guilty, but it was great having the attention of an older guy. i'm not underage (at least where i live) so it's not like we did anything illegal. But i know i still shouldn't have done it. i don't think my bf will ever find out, but i'm not sure how to stop feeling guilty about it everytime i see him.
I've spent all day crying my goddamned eyes out over a woman I've been seeing for three and a half months. She broke up with me to see someone else.
I'm confessing here because the only person I could conceivably talk to about it to get some kind of catharsis and work the pain out is...
...my wife.
(Yes, I know I'm a piece of shit. We can just take that as read, thanks.)
I am on the verge of cheating on my husband with one of the guys on his rec-league soccer team. Actually, I sort of already have. It's bad but the only reason I go to their games is to see him. "Simon" is tall, slim, athletic and hot, and at first we would catch ourselves staring at each other. Then by chance one day he came to the physio clinic I work at for an appointment. We started flirting and he came right out and asked me out.. I declined at first but I was turned on by his boldness. Then he started texting me on occasion and I soon found myself fantasizing about him. A few weeks ago my husband and son were out of town at a baseball tournament and Simon invited me to a bar to see his band play. I was so hesitant but went.
Seeing him doing guitar and vocals was even sexier than watching him play soccer. Maybe I got a little drunk but he looked like a rock star on stage in one of those deep-V polo shirts. I drank too much and after his set we hung out in the bar and eventually started making out. He took me to the back of the bar and into the office and we started tearing each others' clothes off. I pulled down his jeans and his cock sprang out and snapped off his stomach. I knew he'd be big, but I didn't know how big. I went down on him but I was gagging quickly trying to suck him off. The whole time, he was running his hands through my hair, saying "I can't wait to fuck you."
It was such a turn on, before I knew it I was facing the desk and he was sliding into me from behind. It hurt at first and I was biting on my hand so I wouldn't moan so loud. But just as he got a nice pace going, somebody opened the door behind him and was trying to get in the office. I freaked out and pulled away, and Simon started yelling at the guy, "get the fuck out of here!" It scared the shit out of me and I grabbed my top, put it back on and left the bar and went home. It was just the busboy coming in, but I was rattled and suddenly felt guilty about what I was doing.
Simon texted me over and over again to apologize, but I told him it was probably for the best. The problem is, I know I'm going to put myself in a situation alone with him at some point and nothing will stop us.
I have so many secrets that I would never finish posting them all here. Some make feel bad, some excite me, and some I just want to relive. I wish I had a confidant, a real person just like me to share all those filthy secrets with and hear some of theirs too. I just need to get them off my chest somehow.
I have been seeing a married woman behind my wife's back. My wife is a cute Asian, and my lover is a hot Brazilian (Amy). This has been going on for many years now.
We don't get to see each other often,....only a few times a year, so when we do get together, it's all about sex. We've had internet sex while our spouses are in the next room. It's gets us off.
The last time we were together, I called my wife and put her on speaker phone and talked to her as I screwed my gf. On her back, naked, legs in the air I was deep inside of her as I placed the phone between her breasts. I talked to my wife about stupid things, while I rammed in and out of my gf. The look on Amy's face as she forced herself to be quite was priceless. The situation was incredibly exciting and Amy and I came together - she spread her legs wide as I ejaculated into her pussy. For a moment, it was difficult to say anything, but I quickly told my wife that I had to hang up and I let myself flop exhausted onto Amy. She went back to her husband with her panties soaked with my leaking come. I went home with my crusty cock. Later, my wife went down on me until I spilled into her mouth - all the time thinking of earlier that day.
We are planning anther meetup next week. This time, she will be calling her husband instead.
I know that people with think this is scummy, but it's difficult to stop - and we don't care what they think.
I want to make passionate love to my little sister, so badly i fantasize about her all of the time even when i make love to my fiance.
I work in the pharmaceutical industry. As most people know, pharma sales reps are quite attractive, (especially the females). In a former pharma company I worked for, I met the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. There was a mutual attraction the moment we met. Problem was, I was married and she was recently engaged. We talked almost daily for nearly a decade. The first time she ever texted me a naked picture of her, I nearly put my company car in a ditch. It was that moment that I decided I HAD to fuck her. I knew we would eventually.
Fast forward a decade later (this time last year), she was divorcing her husband and my wife and I were in a huge fight with no intimacy for months. One day she called me and asked me to meet her in a city 2 hours from my house and 2 hours from hers. I agreed. Twice we met in this city and twice we had sex literally all night until sex became painful. A few months later she would reconcile with her husband.
We have met up twice since her reconciliation but did not have sex. I'm sure she and I will have sex again someday. At least I hope we do!
I am a married man, but I have been in love with and fantasized about a woman named Suzanne, who was my co-worker and is now my longtime friend. I am thinking about proposing a secret, sexual relationship to Suzanne, but it would require her to agree to 10 conditions, and I don't know if she would agree to even just one:
(1) she must show up at my home every night at 10pm and leave at 2am;
(2) she must be wearing no more than 5 items of clothing -- a shoe counts as one item;
(3) she must obediently submit to whatever I ask her to do;
(4) she must be prepared to be nude in an outdoor or public setting of my choice;
(5) she must be prepared to receive pain that I inflict that may cause non-permanent injuries such as bruises, welts, and cuts;
(6) she must be prepared to receive unprotected vaginal sex;
(7) she must be prepared to receive unprotected anal sex;
(8) she must be prepared to receive throat fucking that may cause her to puke repeatedly;
(9) she must be prepared to receive golden showers and to swallow urine; and
(10) she must be prepared to receive urine inside of her vagina, her rectum, and her throat.
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My wife went out of town for a night to her mother's house. After insisting I not be alone because I've cheated on her in the past, I agreed to let her 19 year old sister stay the night as a witness that I wasn't up to anything.... we had sex most of the night and next morning
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A few years ago, I told my sister I couldn't go to her bachelorette party because I had to work. That wasn't totally a lie. I was working as a stripper, and worked her fiance's bachelor party. We ended up having sex. I felt guilty about it for years. Recently I had to move out of my apartment, and in with my sister and her (now) husband. I know he still has a thing for me, and I want to have sex with him. Sometimes when she's not home, I'll dress a little sexier, and show off a bit more skin. We haven't done anything more than flirt, but I want to give in so bad.
I went with my boyfriend to a friend's bday party, now my bf is not a hugger at al. His friends they are major huggers, so it's not odd for me to receive a shit load of hugs from them.
Today at the party I met one of his friends I havent met yet, let's name him N.
Now N is handsome as hell, and just like the others was a major hugger. So I bassicly had two people hugging me the entire day.
Now the thing is N bassicly cuddled me a lot a'd I got quite horny. Now I'm really wanna fuck him. So fucking bad
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