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I was 25. It was my birthday. I'd been seeing my boyfriend for about a year. I didn't start out intending to have sex, but I must admit that I had thought about it. I had wanted him for a while, but I was raised to wait for marriage. Still, on this particular day my desire for him was especially strong.
My boyfriend said he had a very special birthday present for me, so we went to his house. There he carried out a well executed seduction. I was more than a bit reluctant, but I was in love with him, so eventually his gentle persistence won me over. He was kind, sweet, romantic, gentle, and persistent and respectful of my feelings and eventually my resistance fell away. I couldn't resist anymore.
He had mentioned to me a few times that he had an urge to make love to me, but that he respected my feelings enough not to pursue it. I had felt the urge too, but I had always managed not to succumb to it. Somehow, this day felt different, though I didn't realize why.
He started to make small, subtle advances and I barely noticed. Or maybe I didn't want to notice. The wet kisses passed unnoticed. He mentioned again that he had been thinking a lot about making love to me lately. Gradually, the advances got more direct and forward.
Somewhere along the line, I started to say no and it came out OK. That's when I knew it was time. I was surprised, but I knew I was ready, due to his persistence. So I gave in. I was scared, nervous, uncomfortable, but exhilarated, happy, excited, and curious. I actually found myself looking forward to it. I was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure and the romantic moment.
I sent him out of the room, then I stripped my way up the stairs, leaving a boot at the foot of the stairs, another boot a couple of steps up, my dress a couple of steps after that, my pantyhose a step up from there, my bra at the top of the stairs, and my panties hanging on the doorknob of the bedroom.
I waited completely naked on the bed, wrapped in a sheet. He quickly stripped down to his undies and climbed on the bed next to me. I was tingling. After a little foreplay, I took his underpants off. Then we curled up and gave each other oral simultaneously. We did that for about half an hour.
Then I rolled over on my back and he went inside. We had intercourse for quite a long time. He was very good, and he told me he enjoyed it too. I had two or three orgasms and he came too. It was excellent! He was very good! It was passionate and romantic, about as good as a girl's first time can be.
Afterwards, I felt a mix of emotions: sadness, exhilaration, excitement, disappointment, deep romance, nervousness, peace, a bit of regret, but also happiness, satisfaction, and a myriad of other feelings. It was all something of a jumble.
It was a wonderful first experience, very romantic and tender. He was patient and he was very good. I felt like part of me had just died, but I also felt like I had staarted an exciting new adventure, one I would enjoy many times afterwards. What a great birthday present!
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.
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
My wife and me are serving as foster parents for three nephews, these kids are my wife's relativos and thay are horrible. They can't behave at all, they argue all day and fight all the fucking time.
My wife and me are sick to the point that we are not getting along at all and just keep fighting and fighting, and I hate it, because these kids came home just to ruin my marriage just because of my wife's brother who is a lazy scum that doesn't want his spoiled kids.
I've even been contemplating divorce since she is unbereably angry all the time.
I just want these kid to leave, they are horrible, they are extremely spoiled, if you don't give them what they want they scream and shout, they acuse us of beating them to give us problems with the neighbors, one of them tried to break my nintendo switch on purpose because I didn't let him play with it one day.
They scream all the time, they try to not eat anything for days just to make it look like we don't give them food. These fucking brats are ruining our lifes and it was all thanks to my wife who said yes to this, foster shitty project that I just want it to end as soon as posible...
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
I've been lying to everyone. I was born and raised in a religious family and society where it is wrong to have sex before marriage. But I am not virgin like they have always been thinking about me. I had sex with someone in university. I have a boyfriend now, and he is also a religious person. He doesn't want to have sex before we get married. I wonder what if one day he find my secret..
I never told anyone about this. My parents would disown me if they knew and no one would want to be with me. Fuck me, right.
I have explicit thoughts and dreams of my husband even though he left me for another woman. We're still married and I just wish he would come home.
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'm 14 and me and my friend would go over to each others houses and do gay stuff like go to the hot tub and give each other hand jobs and we would suck each other when we got back and spit the cum in his fridge milk jug
#underage #gay #teen #confession
Yesterday, someone parked in my driveway. My neighbours celebrated their marriage or something like that.
I was so pissed of that I put bird seed on the car, shortly afterwards, a dozen doves were sitting (and shitting) on the car, picking for the seed, making huge scratches in the car. It was great!
#parking #driveway #neighbours #celebration #marriage #bird #seed #revenge
My wife and I just returned home from a much needed 10 day vacation on the beach in Mexico. Having been traveling most of the day, we were tired when we arrived at our hotel and decided to head to the beach for a massage. Within in minutes we were both laying on tables overlooking the beach and listening to the waves. We were only about six feet apart with cool towels covering our faces. Every now and then I could hear my wife moan, which I assumed was from the massage. Meanwhile, my massage was okay, but nothing to moan about.
When we got to our room, I caught my wife pleasuring herself in the shower, which has never happened before. In fact, she’s pretty much given upon sex. I called her out on it and she mentioned that her massage included a happy ending and she had not cum so hard in years. Of course, the closest I got was having my butt cheeks massaged. I felt ripped off and all she said was “maybe next time.”
Two days later my wife scheduled a three hour spa treatment for me at our resort. I had no idea what to expect. When I arrived I was taken to an open area in the mens section and asked to to remove my clothes. As they walked me to the massage area, I noticed that others had robes and I was the only one fully nude, which seemed odd. I also noticed some smiles/laughs that must have been due the very small penis I was not so proudly revealing.
Once in the massage area, a young man entered the room and had me lie face down on the table. Typically they cover you in towels for privacy, but not this time. The massage started in the usual fashion with checking out different areas and finding areas that need attention. About thirty minutes into it, he spent a lot of time on my buttocks and at one point placed a warm gel in the area. He kept kept getting closer and closer to my asshole, but I thought it was part of the massage….until I felt a warm gel in my ass, which was followed by a finger and then another and another. I was frozen in fear, but it felt amazing. Next I was given a colonic, which again was odd, but could be part of a spa treatment, so I went along with it.
When that was done, I was taken into big open area with a large jacuzzi, steam room and sauna, which was way to hot, so I moved to the steam room. Again, others had towels, but I was completely naked. The other two guys were chatting and I sat across the way from them. One of the guys got up and dropped his towel and came over and introduced himself. It was impossible not to stare at his huge cock…and he noticed I was starring and was now aroused. I should note at this point that I have a tiny penis. It is underwhelming in all way. Both men began laughing and humiliating me. He asked me to stand side by side and compare. He was 8 inches and thick compared to my three inches and tiny cock.
He then took my hand and placed it on his cock, to which I verbally protested, but, as he mentioned, I was now stroking and squeezing. It was so heavy and powerful that I could not help myself. The two of them then led me to a private room. The masseuse joined again and had me lay facedown on the table and then proceeded to fill my ass with warm lube. At the same time, one of them placed their cock on my lips and without even thinking I opened my mouth and began to suck him. Meanwhile, I felt something in ass, which turned out to be a dildo and was stretching my ass. It hurt at first, but soon I felt pleasure. Then it happened.
With one cock still in my mouth, the other guy mounted me and began fucking my ass…hard. I was paralyzed with how great it felt to be spit roasted by two strangers. They traded spots and we continued for at least an hour when they finally left me alone in the room. I laid there for another 30 minutes composing my self. What would I tell my wife? Why did I like it so much? Why could I only think about cock?
I headed for the showers still wondering what I was going to tell my wife, but also excited to do it again.
Was at work at Giant Eagle tonight, Saturday. Worked from 5-9 p.m. At Giant Eagle customers are still required to wear face masks even though the CDC has stated that anyone who is fully vaccinated doesn't need to wear one. An hour or so into my shift, I was asked to go into the lobby and take over for William which was to make sure that customers come in with masks on. I actually hate doing that because I know that customers will complain about wearing a mask. It turns out, I was right. At about eight o'clock, a customer comes in without a mask on. I asked him about his mask and he asked if he really needs one. I said yes and he said that he was fully vaccinated and I told him that he still needed a mask. He asked if it was Giant Eagle policy or CDC policy. I said it was Giant Eagle. He then asked another question about the CDC policy. I couldn't exactly make out most of what he said but my response was, "I don't know." His response? "That's right. You don't know." He also says that he works at a hospital and that he knows the CDC policy. He then says to go ask the manager and I do. I knock on the office door and speak to Andy. When I tell him what happened, I also stated that the guy was giving me attitude and right behind me I hear, "I was not giving you attitude." The customer had followed me into the store which he can't do and decided to talk to the manager. I wanted to explain the conversation that I had but Andy waved his hand as a way of saying to let the customer speak. The customer said his piece and Andy said his, I couldn't really make out what was said as I was standing outside the office and they were practically lowering their voices but what I did get was that the customer still had to put a mask on. This of course got the customer mad and he left the office. I then got a chance to say my piece and said that the guy was definitely giving me attitude. I was only out there for about a few more minutes when I began to feel the rage boiling up inside me. I knew at that moment that if another customer came in without a mask on and that customer made a complaint about it, I would definitely flip out and have a few choice words for the next customer. I immediately went inside and told Sam, the front end coordinator that I can't be out there anymore and she showed me where Andy was. I told him the same thing. At about 8:30, Andy asked me how I was. I responded that I was still pissed so he took me in the backroom and we put some plastic bags in a baler. I then told Andy again how I'm never going out into the lobby ever again because if I do I know and a customer complains about wearing a mask, I'm going to do something I won't regret and I don't care about the consequences. I even suggested a sign that says, "Wear a mask or get the fuck out!"
My girlfriend 27 has a fetish lust for teenage boys. I told her if she ever wanted to pursue the fantasy I wouldn't get jealous, not thinking the opportunity would ever arise. Last summer at the beach we were in the water, pretty far from shore but still only waist deep. Some teen boys were nearby and she decided to take off her bikini and try and get some stares. She was successful ha. I joked she should go say hi and see what happened. She swam over naked and before long was being groped by two and fingered by the other while rubbing their cocks. It was strange at first but then really turned me on. We later passed them walking with one of their moms! She also told me she often masturbates to the idea of being tied and gangbanged by a young HS sports team. Not so much the sex but rather being bound, dripping with all their cum. Her love of illegal sex acts is one of the reasons I love her.
I am 17f dating a 15f girl and my mother is threatening to kick me out of the house because my girlfriend is so young. I’m also in love with my 18f best friend. I don’t know what to do. We’ve been dating for a month now but I’ve liked my best friend for almost two years just never acted on it. What should I do??
#relationship #lesbian #underage #best #friend #bestfriend #help #needadvice #mother
Never marry. They make it look good in movies. It’s almost guaranteed to end in divorce and make you extremely depressed if you actually loved. If you have children; you’ll watch them suffer because of the divorce.
You’ll say what about love. I’m still madly in love. Still got divorced. My kids were doing well. We both love them. But now they are not doing great. It really hurt one of them.
I’m trying to help fix my children emotionally, but one gave up on themself. I’m staying positive and supportive. But when I’m alone, it tears me apart. My failures caused this.
Really, a disease that’s been trying to kill me for years caused all of this.
I look for successful marriages. I knew two old people once. But their children were spoiled , & one a terrible parent. So even though the marriage worked for them; one child still ended up a mess.
I think the people who are happy and context as a single person have it figured out.
Happy being key. Many loners aren’t happy. I was. But I certainly am not now.
Maybe it’s just me. A disease broke me. That caused the divorce and that’s when my kids started having problems in their lives. One survived it because of what I taught them. One is recovering with my help. But one just gave up. I spent all I can seeking help, but they can’t.
Divorce is terrible. I cry when I’m alone. I pray and pray, but God doesn’t help. I’m so sad. I even try to get help for that. It doesn’t help. I cry for them, not me.
I love being tied up so much that I pretend to be drinker than I am and start kissing my teenage nephew so that he and my sister will tie me up to stop me. I start telling for kisses until he gags me. Then I couldn't be happier.
Taking a trip overseas with my wife. I told her it’s for a show and antiquing in the city she’s always wanted to see and we are doing that, but it’s partly to get her close to a Red Light District in the midst of all the debauchery and sex and lust and see if she can break out of her conservative mold.
First night there I’ve arranged an erotic massage for her, she has no idea. He’s very attractive and fit, it will be late at night in our hotel and I’ll step out to head to the bar. I’ve told him to try to push the limits with her, obviously he needs to read her signals/consent but that he has my absolute permission to tempt her and stroke every inch of her body. She’s very receptive to massage, gets her arouses, and I plan to get her tipsy beforehand. I’ll be recording it on my phone and I hope when I come back that she’ll be flush with excitement, arousal and maybe even a little guilt as we make love. Then it will hopefully open her to hearing my sinful desires like swinging and masturbating to porn together and going to strip clubs (for her and me). Now if all I get is rejection, I’ll nod and say “ok honey” but secretly I’ll arrange to visit a strip club and erotic massage during her spa appointments. I’ve researched several places and I can totally get off with a lovely babe rubbing her tits on me and grinding me or jacking me off until I cumming all over myself.
I honestly prefer a new sexual beginning for my wife and I but if that’s not going to happen…well, it will be a new beginning for one of us.
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 often contemplate divorce, I love my wife but I have not been happy for years and I keep convincing myself things will get better but I'm starting to get the the point where I dont care anymore.
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