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I fingered a big booty black girl and got sucked off in my local woods, we are meeting tomorow to fuck, did I mention its her 14 th birthday present?
I'm a 60 yr old man, divorced and really have lost desires trying to find another woman for a relationship I guess I don't have "what it takes".
I guess with my low self esteem, I've began doing things I never thought I'd do. I seek out straight but curious men who get off on having another man give them blowjobs and willingly suck their cocks.
I like men over 50 and I go to their hotel rooms, I've visited truckers in their sleepers, I've met men in parking lots and sucked them in my back seat. Invited them to my house and aucked them in my shower,in my bed, on my sofa.
If they ask to pee on me I let them, of they ask me to kiss or lick their ass I do it and I eagerly eat their cum.
I can't explain it but its humiliating and satisfying as well. I'd rather suck a cock than have pussy. I'm pathetic right?
#oral #submissive #eager #hungry
I don't think it is a sin, per se. What it is, or was, was taking advantage of a young lady's distraction. It happened in the Frankfurt airport several years ago. She was traveling back from from Dubai on her way to New York. Her backpack was stolen and with it her ticket and passport. She was distraught. I noticed her condition, I was not a witness to the theft. I comforted her and told her that it wasn't as bad as she thought, it would cost a day but a temporary passport could be had at the Consulate, the ticket could be reissued under the circumstances and in any event I was in no hurry to get to New York so I would reticket myself for two days hence and I would take her to Consulate and help her get her temporary passport and everything would be fine.
My thoughts were not at the beginning about getting her in the sack. Not at all. But after spending the afternoon at the Consulate, the passport would be issued the next day, dinner at a place near the Consulate and some wine. We went back to the small European style hotel where I had booked us for the night. I asked her in a nice way, come sleep with me and be nice, or sleep alone and wish she had chosen to be nice. She went to her room but returned a short time later. She was compliant, she allowed me to have sex with her. I told her to stay. I had sex with her again before we got up. After we showered I had sex with her again.
We got the passport, the airline accommodated our schedule, I used my miles to upgrade her to Business with me and got her home. After a few weeks she called and told me that she thought she was in trouble. She hadn't had her period and a home test said positive. I asked her if she used birth control and she said no, girls like her generally didn't use birth control, they didn't need it. That's when she confessed to me that she had a girlfriend in Dubai, it was a secret because there can be a very bad thing if they were found out. I listened and told her to get a doctor involved and if she was in trouble, her days in Dubai were over and she was going to have to adapt to living with a man.
And that's how this young woman I met at the airport has ended up with me.
I married a much younger woman, and she knew about my sexual submission and addiction to total enclosure bondage, at the time, but said she didn't care. Well, after about a year, she put me into my leather strait-jacket, pulled up the attached hood, and hauled it viciously tight to my head and face, leaving me only two tiny nostril holes, and a small zipper across my mouth, sealed tight shut at the time, which reduced me to silence, with insufficient air for speaking. After checking the tightness of the buckles, she teased me into massive erection, and then calmly told me she was having an affair with Herb, next door. He was a younger, new divorcee, and not someone I liked a lot. Pushy, loud, aggressive, bit of a drinker, he just rubbed me the wrong way. In silent distress, I heard her say that Herb knew all about me, and while he "didn't like perverts" he was curious, and wanted to see "it" for himself. Just then the doorbell rang and Gretchen said "that'll be him! Don't go anywhere!" and went to the front door. A minute later Herb's unpleasant tones said "Fuckin' A!" with a hint of glee. He went on "Wow Greta, you weren't fucking kidding were you! And LOOK at the size of that thing! Man, he's really havin' fun isn't he!" She sniffed, and said icily "Him yes, me not so much!" Herb came close, and then his fat fingers seized my swollen balls and squeezed hard! "MMMMMMMMMFFFFFF!" was all I could manage. They both laughed. Then Gretchen said thoughtfully "you guys have never liked each other, have you? I know he thought you were loud and ignorant!" She sniggered evilly, and said "I gotta meet the girls - can you look after him while I'm gone?" He said coldly "Oh you better believe it, hon! I'll take REAL good care of him! He'll be really glad to see you, I guaran-damn-tee!" Soon as she was gone, he said menacingly Oh you in trouble now, asshole!" He twisted my balls painfully, yanking on them, as I writhed in agony. "Thing is, doofus - greta and me we're sort of close, and we think you should just become our slave, from now on! Do exactly what you're told, no exceptions, or punishment! Real punishment! Gonna be fun, shit-for-brains! At least for me! I'm gonna fuck you up so bad!"
I sometimes secretly wish my wife would die. I love her and I always will but sometimes I miss the freedom I had when I was single. Divorce is out of the question so the only way our marriage can end is if she dies. If she does die then I already know what my life will be. I can smoke, drink, and eat myself to death and that is how I will be most happy to die.
I am 14 and pregnant but I don't know who the father is . My bf dosent know I've cheated many times . I want to abort it pls give me advic what should I do
Just before my 45th birthday, a rather pretty little teenage goth schoolgirl I knew slightly who was just over 16 came in to my shop, as she was paying for her things she said "What do you want for your birthday old man?", laughingly I replied "You". She replied quite seriously "Done. See you next week" and left.
I though nothing more of it until the actual day when she arrived in the shop and asked "still on for tonight? 9pm OK. I nodded, she smiled and left. I couldn't believe my luck, so as a treat I contacted a man I knew and ordered £100 of cocaine & a viagra tablet.
At 9pm she arrived, in jeans, ankle boots and a baggy t shirt covering her 38D teenage tits, after only a couple of drinks she had stripped down to just boots & black stockings.
In the end, I sniffed coke off her tits and arse, rubbed it into her teenage clit and we fucked for ten hours straight, so hard she passed out and even though I knew she was unconscious I fucked her harder still. I tied her up, forced her to come over and over with a Hitachi, she squirted everywhere, by the time we had finished her body was covered in sweat, her own juices and my cum which was in her hair and eyes. She looked exactly like she acted, a dirty little schoolgirl clock hungry slut
It took her a week to recover. Best fuck I've ever had had
Here's the deal. I'm in a loving, commited, fantastic relationship that I know will lead to marriage. We've been best friends for a couple of years and he's seen me through the best and worst times in my life. He also witnessed my emotional rollercoaster with my ex. This ex was a guy I dated on and off for about 3 almost 4 years. We never ended up in a commited relationship. It really only consisted of whenever I was in town, we'd hook up. There was a time I loved him, but knew he was just having his fun with me. He would tell me that after all he finished dating other people and I finished dating other people, that we'd get married. That he wanted me, more than anyone else. After going through this for almost 4 years, living off of the crumbs of attention he'd throw my way, I finally put an end to it and cut off communication. If the man really wanted me, he would have made sure no one else had me.
Cat crapped in floor. Roommates ask me what to do. Really? It’s cat crap. I said leave it and let the owner clean it up.
So now one of them has stepped in it. I can tell I’m the only one who grew up on a farm. So they told me they stepped in it.
Uuugggg. Yet they laughed when they learned my daughter can bow hunt and power lift.
They told me my daughter would never get a man dressing like she does and being so manly.
My daughter is now dating a 6’ 5” blond male with blue eyes whose dad owns a large farm. He wears a cowboy hat and drives a big truck. He’s very nice and polite. I’m good with her choice.
I wonder how old my daughter will be; after several years of complaining about me, when she realizes she’s dating white versions of her dad.
It’s like after years of marriage when my wife realized she married a bigger version of her grandpa. And that her mom did too in her first marriage. But is now married to a male version of herself, & they never hug or kiss. They just do the same things and endlessly complain.
I became really close friends with my English and math teachers in high school. I even babysat for them. After graduation, they became really close friends of mine. We would drink and tell stories. After about a year of this, I learned that they are in an open marriage. And I also learned that this woman, kinda not pretty and over twice my age, wanted to fuck me. We were already faced and I went for it. Her husband was in the house. And he would occasionally walk through the room. After about an hour of sex he walked in and said break it up or else he would join. I cheated on my girl for some 38 yo cougar. I have dropped them as friends and refuse to talk to them.
I recently stayed at my friends house and he had a mother and her two daughters staying at his house. He got a phonecall from the mother saying could you come pick us up from somewhere and he left saying i will be about 1 hour. I was left alone in this house and i remembered that earlier on i went for a toilet and noticed that there was a girls school uniform left in corner of the bathroom where obviously the girl had come home and had a bath. Now i am way too sexually peverted to let a situation like that slip through my fingers and headed straight upstairs. Now is probably a good time to describe these girls. One is 12 and the other is 14, both have inherited the lovely blue eyes and long blond hair of their mothers and they both radiate youth and innocence. My friend knew of my panty sniffing obsession but maybe thought i would not stoop so low to sniff underage girls panties. There is a lot he does not know about me. Anyway i went upstairs and into the bathroom and picked up the panties (iI still dont know which one they belong too. hopefully the 12 year old) and took a great sniff and i have got to say i have stole lots of panties and never have i smelled such a therapeutic smell. it was a aphrodisiac and my cock went instantly stiff and i knew i had to taste this little girls pussy on the thin lacy material. I have to say i have stole many ladys knickers and they have not come close to the lovely taste and smell of that adolescent pussy. I think i would do it again if the oportunity arose. obviously i do not not condone this complete disregard of a young ladys privacy but you only live once and this is one of those oportunities that was way too good too pass up. From a very sick bastard.
I'm married
I started to have massages when I was in my 40s, either by straight men, bi, gays,
I've got something about Chinese woman massaging..
I had to attend to have a massage, at least once a fortnight, it's that bad, I sometime have two in 2 hours ( one after another) but different places.
Chinese womem they get me in my sensitive places...to get me going, then will strip off, then hand relief, and more...I've spent a fortune..
It's was only started to sort my back out, know it's an on going thing....
I am stuck in a sexless marriage and hate myself for it. I have had opportunity to cheat and offers from other women but turned them down because I'm in love with my wife. I contemplate divorce everyday but I stay for my kids. I hate myself for not having the strength to walk away.
#divorce #marriage #self #hate #resentment
This goes back 30 years. I went to New York City in Manhattan for business. I was stressed and tired and a little buzzed and drunk. I went to an oriental massage parlor that was located in one of the lesser hotels that populated Times Square at that time. There was a cute Japanese girl giving me a massage, I was totally naked. She started rubbing my balls and cock and I got hard. She asked if I wanted a happy ending and I said yes, and gave her the required $20 extra. Then I asked her to get naked and gave her $40 more. She did it. I was fondling this skinny Japanese girl with horizontal pussy hair, and for being so thin, she had at least D cup tits with dark nipples. I tried to stick my finger in her pussy and she backed up very quickly. We started talking more, I offered her $ 150 if I could fuck her. She said no and eventually said she was a virgin. I questioned her because she was jacking guys off for a living. But she insisted. I told her I'd give her $ 100 to look at her hymen. To this day it's the only hymen I've ever seen. Then she wanted to go back to my happy ending. While she was jacking me we talked a lot, I was trying to convince her to go out with me. Finally I had a date for the next evening, and for $1000 right then I fucked her virgin cunt. To this day I have the white panties I used to wipe her blood and some of my cum off her pussy and ass cheeks. We went on the date and I fucked her again for free. Each time I came in her super tight pussy. That date night before we went out I got her to suck me off, then went on the date and could spend plenty of time when it came to her pussy fucking.
I went back 6 months later and went to get a massage. She was working the counter instead of the back. She stood up and was pregnant. I told her I guessed she'd let other clients do it to her for money. She said no, she'd only had sex twice between her legs, and once in her mouth.
I made her book me with a really young girl, fucked that girl and let her know about it before I left.
Never saw her again.
#virgin #oral #sex #prostitution #massage
I am currently looking for a new job and I've had some interviews in the last few weeks. I lied in my CV and said that I can speak Suaheli fluently. It is such a rare language that I am certain no one will find out that I am not able to speak it, but it looks pretty impressive on the application.
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!
A friend of mine flew to New York, shortly after the attacks on the World Trade Center on 9/11. Because I knew when he arrived in New York, I sent him a text message like: "Bush, Bomb, Attack, Terror" or something like that.
He was scared after the plane had landed and he tought be would get arrested.
But nothing happened.
#attacks #wtc #newyork #bomb #terror #textmessage #evil #confession
I was 10 when this happened.....I was looking in my moms drawer and I had seen a massager. I picked it up ran upstairs and glanced at it for a while. I turned it on and put it all on my body then I stopped in my pants on my clit. I moaned softly and blushed.
I pushed it down a tiny bit further and it vibrated my pussy's lips it felt so good I had a small orgasam on it and then I asked my mom what this was and she said A Neck Massager ..
I said Oh and hurried upstairs in her room wiped all the orgasam off of it and put it back and unto this Day I still masturbate with her neck massager.
(I'm 17 BTW)
I’m 21 and I’m kinda dating a 17 year old. I know it sounds weird but hear me out. So we aren’t technically together but we’ve been friends for a while and we go on dates and hang out all the time. I was honestly just fine with being friends. We met through a video game and realized we lived really close to eachother. She started trying to get physical with me first. She would kiss on my neck and try to touch my privates and even sit on my lap. I’ll admit she is very attractive. Tan skin, thick thighs and a nice butt. But I tried to suppress those feelings. We do kiss and makeout sometimes but I’ve been very strict on no sex. She will be 18 in 5 months. But until then I’d feel scared to sleep with her. Her parents are fine with us being together and hanging out. I just don’t think they’d want us to sleep together yet. Any opinions?
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