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I confess I really want to have sex with my best friend, but she doesn't even think about it because I have a boyfriend. We are in an open relationship, and he said he didn't mind.
But I really really wanna suck her dry and make her moan my name, she's so cute, half-japanese with cute cheeks, a nice body, tiny breasts and loveable tights. I'd love to fuck her with my fingers and see her dripping wet.
I touch myself to it nearly every night and school's coming back soon, I feel kinda guilty that I'll look at her and remember me masturbating to it...
My advice to young people.
You will think having children is a great idea. But no matter how good a person you are; you can’t fix society. You can’t make the world safe. You can’t make people kind or get them to care.
As for marriage. Love is not enough. You & your spouse can completely love one another. But in-laws and stress will still almost certainly destroy your marriage. When it ends; your happy well adjusted children will emotionally fall apart.
As for Church. I’m very spiritual. I pray & know my Bible. I have lived a fairly clean life. But I never found solace in a Church. Just people trying to exclude others as they patted themselves on the back. Preachers trying to cheat on their wives and shake down members for every penny while they went on nice paid vacations. They’d spend an hour at a mission, then a week at a fancy resort.
I used to work with guys who just invested their $; stayed single, & enjoyed life. That’s probably the least emotionally painful way to live.
I used to try to talk young people out of suicide. It’s amazing how many were the children of Church members. They’d be gay or have a mental disability. The preacher & congregation would have these young people convinced God didn’t love them. Let me tell you; Churches are full of people lying; cheating; looking at porn; you name it.
Go to restaurants after Church let’s out. Unhappy rude people giving the wait staff a hard time, then barely tipping.
Oh I pray and can recite the Bible. But I try to live it rather than talk about it. I’m also a sinner & know it.
I have a fake ID that says I'm 19. I have been getting fucked since I was 12 and that was not with my consent. I go through the motions really don't like having sex. I don't see what all the talk with the girls at school is about, it's really nothing for me but lying there and letting a boy cum inside me and risk getting pregnant. I've let 5 others guys, other than the first do it to me and I still feel nothing. I mean, it feels good, but so does my rubbing myself.
I quit school, hired out through an upscale escort agency and sell myself and my body for sex. I make a lot of money, I don't enjoy sex but I pretend I do and the men, especially older men love me for it. I recently added anal to my sex acts, and started doing sex with older women as well. I had my first orgasm with anyone, but more especially with a customer when I was with an older woman on a long weekend trip to San Francisco. We had a suite with a balcony and she took me out there. It was great with the fog coming in late a night and rushing over my naked body. I want to have a girlfriend in real life to have orgasms with too.
I've already confessed this before but, I still can't believe that I lost my virginity at age 20 to a barely 16 year old teen.
This was during the time that To Catch A Predator was still being shot so I could easily have been one of those poor fools. I even found her through Craigslist of all places. To think that all it took was a simple 5 minute search online to find who would eventually become my first girlfriend. She was such a slut, she wanted me over every day. We would drink, make out, fuck, and she would let me finish in her mouth, and of course she swallowed like a good girl. I'll never forget fucking three times a night in her room. She was really cute too, a cute little scene white girl, my favorite.
#sex
A week before christmas I found a little package on the doorsteps. I thought it would be a nice little present from my boyfriend but after I got it inside I noticed that there was another name on top of it.
Someone must have mistaken my house with another one. I left the box on my kitchen table and went to work because I was already very late.
After a long and exhausting day I came home and I had totally forgotten about the package, I noticed the box lying on the ground and a strange smell. I found out that there was a little kitten in this box, she freed itself and peed all over my kitchen floor. Cute little thing but I had absolutely no time or money to afford a little cat.
I then decided to do something horrible.
At night, I took the kitty and put her in another box and left her on my neighbour's doorsteps. I thought they could care for her and give her a home she needed.
I haven't heard about it for around 2 weeks but then - SHOCK.
In the morning of new year I opened my front door and there it stood - a box.
You can imagine how shocked I was when I saw that the same kitty was inside of this package as two weeks ago. But to that time, she didn't look healthy at all. She was super skinny, she was almost unable to get up on her feet and she had some strange bleeding marks all over her body. I immediately took her to the vet but he couldn't do much. He told me she hadn't eaten in days, that she was hydrated and that she got burnt with something like a cigarette. He had to put her to sleep because there was nothing he could do.
#christmas #present #kitty #package #box #cat #pet #vet #confession
When I was 16, during the last night of a school trip all the boys and girls decided to sleep in the same room because we were playing truth or dare type of games.
We were in a big room with several bedrooms inside. I went to sleep by myself on a single bed I found empty and by my side there was another single bed quite close to mine. I woke up in the middle of the night with a phone flash light pointing down my back while someone’s hand was touching my ass under my underwear. This guy was laying on the single bed next to mine and was slowly grabbing my ass trying not to wake me up. Because I was too embarrassed to tell him off directly, I slightly move to the side just like if I was sleeping. He rapidly stopped and turned to the other side of his bed, probably because he was scared of me realising what was going on. I was able to know who he was because he was still sleeping on the bed next to mine when I woke up the next morning.
I’ve never told anyone from my school or my friends because I was too ashamed of the situation and I knew they wouldn’t believe me since he was a “really nice guy”. To this day I am still disgusted by what happened. This is my confession.
I’ve failed an escape challenge. I spent the night hogtied and gagged in my guest room while my friends had a girls night. I will be left this morning tied to a chair and gagged. I’ve been made to invite a friend over for lunch as well. I either have to escape or be found by her when she arrives.
I’m a straight woman who married a lesbian. I love her, she’s a great stepmom to my daughter, and it feels so amazing to be desired again, but I still feel conflicted.
My husband died suddenly several years ago. I was devastated, my daughter cried every day for a month. It took so much work between my and the rest of my family just to keep me stable so I could continue to work to provide for her (and I’m so grateful that I was able to do that). I’ve always been on the heavy side, and I gained even more weight over the next few years. It felt like nobody would or even could want me as a person ever again, and I even came to terms with that after a couple of truly awful dates and short-lived relationships.
Then I met my wife.
She was on an assignment in the same building I work in. Our building has a small lounge where I like to eat lunch every now and then just to get away from my desk; and one day she walked up to my table and asked if she could join me. She’s younger than me—a lot younger, about 13 years younger—but she was very fun to talk to and we had a lot shared interests, so I didn’t mind. We had lunch together again the next day, and the day after that, and then every other day until her assignment in the building was over. I got the sense that she was interested in me, and then on her last day on-site she asked me on a date and my heart just about skipped a beat.
Someone had asked me out. A *lesbian* had asked me out. And I didn’t want to say no.
I said yes and set up a sitter and then I went on my first date in four years and made out with her in my car after.
I know there’s a stereotype about lesbians showing up to their second date with a U-Haul, and we didn’t quite move that fast, but we did move pretty fast. I introduced her to my daughter (as “mommy’s friend from work”) on the second date. We had sex on our third date. She was helping my daughter with her math homework the next morning. She didn’t officially move in until we’d been together for six months, but she spent more weekends at my house than at her apartment. She proposed to me at exactly the one-year mark, but my daughter was already calling her “mom” before then.
Like I said, I love my wife. I love that she loves me, I love that she desires me, I love that she has stepped into the stepmom role without a moment’s hesitation, I love spending time with her and everything we do together, and she is the best and most generous lover I have ever had.
But I still consider myself a straight woman. I still have moments when I look at her and it takes me an embarrassingly long time to remember that I married this woman. When we’re having sex, sometimes I have to close my eyes when I kiss her to get over my initial “but this is a woman” instincts, and going down on her has always been hard (and I don’t think I’ll ever be really good at it). I also still have some shame about my weight, and even though it’s clear my wife views my weight as a PLUS, sometimes I can’t help but feel fetishized, especially when she wants me on top of her and I get worried I’ll crush her.
My parents have never been fully on board with my wife, either. They stopped saying mean things about her, and she stopped griping to me about them, but especially with all of the “groomer” talk going around lately it feels so very tense every time we see them.
Overall, I suppose we’re pretty happy together. Looking at my wedding ring, I guess I can’t say I’m still with her “for the novelty” like I used to. I don’t fully know what to call myself and don’t feel comfortable calling myself “queer” because that was an insult other kids my age called each other growing up, but my wife openly embraces the label and would for-sure say we’re in a “queer marriage.”
So that’s where I’m at, I guess.
#marriage #lesbian #stepmother #straight #bbw
About a month ago, I had a miscarage. I’ve only told my parents and husband about it and they’ve asked me if I was okay. I keep telling them I am and to not say anything to anyone else because it won’t change anything. But the truth is I was never okay to start with and i cry whenever I’m alone and no one can see it.
As a young kid I always sucked the thumb. Even in preschool and later in elementary school, I had to suck my thumb to fall asleep. Because I was afraid the other kids could find out about that, I decided to stop. But it was really hard, I often woke up in the morning with my thumb in my mouth.
I then had, what I thought, was a brilliant idea. My grandma loves to knit, so there's wool everywhere in the house. I tied myself to the bed to avoid thumb sucking.
Since then, I'm kind of into this bondage and tie up thing.
I am 30, single, male, and have been addicted to total-enclosure rubber bondage for fifteen years. Diagnosed as 'claustrophilic' and told not to worry, lots of people are! What I am looking for, oddly enough, is a long-term relationship with a true "controlling bitch" who would only let me out of my rubber enclosure, when she needed something outside the house, shopping, entertainment, dining, whatever. At home, I have a heavy latex full-enclosure suit, with a built in gas-mask/goggles which enables me to do any and all housework, and participate in most sex activities. For punishment, there is a strong full-length rubber-lined bag, which can be tied at neck, waist, knees, and under the feet. It has two appropriately placed small zippers, enabling use of either end of me, at will. When the air-tight nylon zipper across my mouth is sealed shut, I have only two small holes right over my nostrils, just enough air as long as I don't waste it trying to speak! This way extreme cbt, and orgasm-denial/delay torture is simple and effective. I could promise any woman intelligent enough to take full advantage of me this way, a life of relative luxury and financial security, and as much sex as she could ever want or need. My only precondition is an iron will and determination to exploit me limitlessly. Appearance, weight, age, race, are all unimportant. Just have a cruel streak a yard wide!
#sex #confession #fetish #bondage
When I get high I like to pretend that I am very young I am wish a mommy or big sister would come take avenge of me.
I confessed that when I was 15 I had sex with a 34 year old woman many times.
I enjoyed it so much I wanted sex with every female I met. My gf who was also 15 had a 10 yo cousin who was quite mature and had had 'the talk' with her mother.
One day we were mucking around at my gf's house in the pool and Miss 10 clamped on to me like a Koala and kissed me on the lips which was weird for a girl so young. Nobody else was home at that stage so I kissed her back.
She took my hand and placed it between her legs and told me to tickle her there which I willingly did. Because I'd been regularly having sex with a 34 yo, I knew what to do so I tickled her quite thoroughly but in the water it's difficult to get all the way.
When we got out, we went to her bedroom which was safer because we could hear people coming home and because we only wore bathers, we could get dressed quickly.
We kept playing 'tickles' but then she asked me if we could have "intercourse" which I needed to think about for less than a second. She was quite confident and knew about pregnancy etc. but told me it was okay because she hadn't started menstruating yet.
I never ever got to even properly kiss my gf but as she was my excuse to visit her house through the holidays and 'babysit' Miss 10 while my gf was working in a shop, I was delighted to help out.
We had sex probably 20 or 30 times over the remainder of that summer so it was strange that I was having sex with a 34yo woman on weekends sometimes and with a 10yo most week days. At 15 and 10, no laws were being broken but I'm quite sure you know what would have happened if we'd been caught.
Last year I met her at a resort and she indicated her 10yo youngest daughter playing outside. She looked at me quite intensely and asked if I still thought of her when she was 10. I still don't know what the intention of the question was but I deflected it and told her "we had a great summer didn't we?"
So I was 14 and my gf and me were always arguing. So one day I went to her house and she brought me to her room. She pulled down my pants and started blowing me. Then she forced me on her bed and made me lie down. I didn't realize at the time but there were ropes on the poles. She tied me to the bed and got her brother. Her brother was gay so he took full advantage of me. He made me blow him and he fucked me. He came in my mouth and made me swallow. Then my gf blew me and I came a lot. She spat the cum in my mouth and made me eat it all. Then she told me to do other things and I did them.
Since school days ( I am 21 now) I work at a restaurant. It's a family style restaurant, so we get A LOT of families. My parents were both born in Russia but migrated to my country 4 years before I was born, so I speak Russian fluently, but you would not think so when you see me.
So, as I said, we get many families and many of those are Russian as well. Some of them do not speak our language very well and it often takes a long time for them to order their food. The most annoying kind are those that have been to our restaurant like a thousand times (and they always order the same), but need a loooooong time to say what they want in our language.
I confess that I listen in on their conversations in Russian and that I understand each and every word they say, but I do not help them.
I always act as if I do not understand a single thing they say, even if it takes ages.
I think it is very important for them to speak our language! Otherwise they would never learn it properly.
#language #restaurant #guests #waitress #russian #conversation #order #food
My first job was at a local county office, as gofer and general dogsbody. I was a shy, naive orphan of eighteen, and shared an office with two plain, much older secretaries, who flirted shamelessly with me, I was such an easy mark. They loved embarrassing me, and they were pretty merciless with it! After a long-term period of abuse, in the orphanage, again involving a plain, middle-aged director, it felt horribly familiar! To make things worse, one of the women habitually wore an old beige trench-coat with a heavy check lining, which hung behind the office door all day, and sometimes overnight, in the warmth of the summer. Mornings were pretty cool. Now I had a history with a garment like this, as the orphanage director had one very similar, and she used to throw it over my head, and knot the sleeves tight round my neck, before undressing me, and "wanking" me mercilessly. (This was Britain, and that was the word they used then) Anyway, I was fixated on this one at work, and something deep inside me longed to re-experience what had happened to me. One Friday at five, everyone left, and I noticed the woman Jean, had left the coat behind the door. After making sure the outer door was locked, and I was alone on the premises, I pulled it off the door, and tied it over my head, just like before. Then I dropped my pants, and began to wank myself, slowly, savoring the familiar feelings. This was a very heavy coat, and it kept me from hearing someone approaching, in the building. First thing I knew, was a heavy slap to my head, and Jean's angry voice hissing abuse in my ear! "You nasty little pervert! Boy you're in trouble! You're gonna get it now! Just wait til I tell the Boss - you'll be out of here! Meantime, if this is what you wanted so bad, well, we'll see what you feel like on Monday morning!" She tied my wrists with the belt from the coat, efficiently and firmly, then said "I left my house-keys in the coat! You never saw that coming, did you? She led me stumbling, pants around my ankles, to the tiny coat-closet, and stuffed me in, and locked the door. I was begging her to stop, and said Please Miss Shaerer - don't do this! I'll do ANYTHING! I promise! Anything!" My voice was faint in the smothering folds of cloth. Silence, and I thought she was gone, then the door unlocked and she said quietly "Anything?" I nodded frantically. "ANYTHING! Just don't l;eave me like this!" She took hold of my half-erect cock, and began wanking me, gently. Quickly I was unimaginably aroused, and dancing on the spot! " Will you come and let me be your landlady?" Oh yes!! "Will you let me tie you up?" Ooooh yessss! "A lot?" Yess "Will you buy me a new coat? You're gonna own that one, soon, or it's gonna own you!" Yesssss ma'am! "Okay, I'm going to take your picture now, with the office Polaroid, and they go straight to the Boss, if you disobey me in ANY way, or if I get bored with you!" Yess Ma'am! So I became her prisoner, which lasted for five whole years! During that time I became hopelessly addicted to bondage and sexual slavery, and learned how to please a demanding woman, just in time to be married off to her younger sister, still twelve years older than me, and every bit as demanding!
I separated from my boyfriend after three years. I was young, exploring the world. So I didn't see anything wrong with him being mean to me, yelling, drinking.... However, he was very masculine, confident, I loved how he dominated me during sex. I was submissive like a little kitten, I let him do everything, even being violent....
At the end of the relationship, I met my current fiancé. He is a loving, caring ... Also in bed. We decided after a few years that I would not take the pill. Nevertheless, I still couldn't get over it and didn't let him come inside me.
However, a year ago I met my ex when he was shopping. We chatted, I went to his place for coffee and somehow it happened that I succumbed again. Triumphantly he fucked me again as if I were a whore, and I begged him to be harder on me, and later, all battered I begged him to impregnate me.... Which I allowed him to do. Since then, I dated him behind my fiancé's back, got pregnant and now have a two-month-old daughter. My fiancé further doesn't know that I don't think she is his....
And now, even though the pregnancy wiped me out and the delivery was terrifying, twice before I went back on the pill (I regret it a little... But it's safer that way), I let my ex come inside me again.... I'm stepping on thin ice but I can't stop....
#cheating #pregnant #impregnation #betrayal #engaged #fiance #adultery
The only reason I am not currently a Bull in a cuckold marriage is
1) perfect situation and couple, perfect location, no physical or sexual attraction.
2) Wife attracted to me, cock size passes test, meetings take place, she separates and divorces her husband for a normal relationship. I still loved watching her homemade porn, and will never forget her assurance that if we shot movies in the shower that they had fog and steam proof lenses.
3) A very sexy older MILF with a taste for young hung chiseled studs initiated contact and arranged to me
et and fuck assuming she had permission... and before she talked to her husband she was thinking of how to convince him that she wanted to be pregnant more than anything by this a sexy young strange stud. Sometimes even a true cuck can't let go completely for his own pleasure, ego interferes.
#sex #bull #cuckold #hotwife #slutwife #ovulation #insemination
I killed my hamster when I was 14. I got a drum set for christmas and me and some friends wanted to start a band. One day, my parents were at work and my friends came over to our first band rehearsal. After a while, we tought it would be a funny idea to find out what would happen if we put the hamster into one of the drums. We did and I played some tones on it. We heard him squeaking and trembling but we tought it was great fun.
After another short play, I got him out. He was already dead - heart attack or something.
I am very sorry. I confess that I was a stupid young teenager.
#hamster #drums #funny #teenager #confession #panic #heart #sin
For love I gave up on being a soldier.
9/11 happened. I called to enlist. Too disabled by then.
However. I saved lives other ways.
I’ve been shot at. Nearly died saving a life. But I failed as a dad. Failed as a husband.
I’m not the man I wanted to be. It’s too late to change that. This disease will kill me. It’s just a question of how long I can hold out.
They probably won’t post this. But if you want to give up, don’t.
Courage is refusing to let depression win.
I was an orphan. Homeless. They told me I’d die. I’m still here.
I don’t care that my parents wanted to abort me. That they hated me for being born. I gave up on God ever loving me. I’m all alone. But I’m all I need. If no one else will love me, then I’ll love myself. If God doesn’t care about me; then that’s His loss, I’m a pretty good person. People only see the disabled outside of me. But inside I’m very kind.
So if your sad & alone, I am too. Many of us are. Why should we parish because others don’t care? If they want to leave you out, so be it. Walk to your own drum. Watch TV. Laugh. Listen to music. Live just so you can defy them.
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