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When I was 15, I got asked to be in my cousin’s wedding—my first time as a bridesmaid. Our tea-length bridesmaid dresses had a low, scoop neckline that wasn’t especially revealing on the three older, smaller-chested bridesmaids who barely had any cleavage but, on me, it bared my rather big and blindingly white boobs to anyone who cared to look—which lots of guys did, and I could do nothing about. (Mom had bought me a pretty lace push-up bra and panty set for the occasion.)
The groomsman I was paired with to escort me down the church aisle was 30, big-muscled and really good looking. My boyfriend (16) and my parents were also at the wedding, but my groomsman kept checking me out anyway, especially my embarrassingly jiggly boobs, and it made me feel both self-conscious and kind of sexy.
After the reception dinner, my boyfriend (who didn't really know anyone) wanted to ditch the wedding stuff and use the hotel pool, but I was obligated to stay, where I danced and flirted with my muscly groomsman, pressing my rather exposed boobs against his chest during the slow dances and feeling his reaction as he got hard down there, grinding me a couple times. I got served champagne by waiters fooled by my boobs and bridesmaid attire into thinking I was 21, and ended up a little tipsy. My new friend amused himself by slipping cold ice cubes from his whiskey down my cleavage when no one was looking, then snuck me up the elevator to his room where we got naked and into his bed, ready to get to know each other better.
I thought we might have a quickie, but he took his sweet time with me. Pinned underneath him and probably half his weight, I wasn’t going anywhere, though I worried my absence at the reception would soon get noticed. He feasted on my boobs like he hadn’t just had dinner, then fucked me for well over an hour without using any protection. I had always made my boyfriend wear a condom, but had to admit it felt damned good and more intimate without that artificial barrier between us. His big-chested, broad-shouldered physique and all those rippling muscles were a refreshing change from my boyfriend’s slim build, and his reproductive equipment was a lot bigger and thicker, too. He went deep into me, filling me up, and I climaxed with him right away.
He kept going, and it was fun and intense and I got a few more orgasms out of the deal, and then he worked up to a strong, sweaty finish and finally came inside me just as I was coming, too. I felt him throbbing, then the weird, wild sensation of him shooting semen into me without a condom—it felt intimate—and I was glad I’d made him come, and that we came together. Sharing an orgasm with him made me feel like we were bonded, and we stayed in bed, kissing and squeezing each other. He got hard and wanted to fuck me again, but I feared I might already be in trouble, so I slipped my sweaty bod out from under him and gathered my dress and underthings and put myself back together, fighting him off all the while as he kept pulling me toward the bed.
Back in my dress and downstairs at the reception, I rejoined my mom and my aunt who, noticing my damp, messy hair and sweat-soaked boobs, asked if I was having a good time, figuring I must have been doing a lot of dancing. My timing was perfect as my boyfriend had just returned when the pool closed for the night. I felt naughty and kind of sexy knowing I had this guy’s sperm still swimming inside me, some of it leaking out and running down my thigh, though nobody noticed.
I worried a little that my boyfriend would somehow find out, and worried a whole lot more when I missed my next period, got a test and found myself pregnant. But I was a lucky girl and miscarried a few weeks later, and my parents and boyfriend never knew a thing! I never told anyone (until now), and still fondly remember my hookup with the hot groomsman on that wild wedding night seven years ago.
I seriously want to commit suicide. I'm just done with life. The friends that I thought would never switch up on me, did. My dad, who is like my best friend isn't talking to me. Rumors about me at school are going around that it's making me not want to go school no more. I just can't, I been wishing for death since a little kid for being bullied over my skin color. I have a boyfriend, he knows about my suicidal past, but not the reason why. He always tells me things about my skin color and asked me if bothered me. I said no because I didn't want to seem so fragile. But it in reality it hits me so hard. I hate that the first thing that goes through a mind of a person when they meet me is my skin color. I absolutely hate it. I just don't think I can't do this anymore. If I didn't have a boyfriend, I would honestly already do it.. but I don't want to break his heart bc I know how much it would hurt him.
My wife got really drunk on holiday, passed out in a secluded booth in a club and I flashed her pussy to a guy I had met that night talking about boxing! It made me so hard!!! But I treated it as a joke and we carrie on drinking. When I went to the toilet about half an hour after this and came back to him just sitting down, I noticed he was messing with his trousers and I figured he had taken another look and had a play with himself, but at the end of the night I got her home and he had long gone I found her pants and pussy full of cum. I betrayed my wife and pretty much allowed her to get raped. I felt so awful. It made me horny though so I had her too.
So I've been fucking my friends' boyfriend since Christmas and i'm not even ashamed. He loves me and my massive tits and i love how his long, fat cock fills my pussy each night. We have the most amazing sex ever, he makes me scream and cum more than anyone i have been with and he pumps me full of his seed every chance he gets. He's currently passed out on my bed after our all night fuckfest. My pussy is sore from the pounding i took. I can't wait for my man to wake up so we can continue.
About 2 years ago my husband read my journal and I cant forgive him for it or move past it. By reading my journal, he thought I was having an affair, I wasn't. I was online getting counseling and the person that was my counselor and he left to move to England and I was devastated. I felt abandoned by my counselor. I am angry because he read it, took pictures of it, shared my most intimate thoughts with my son. I cant forgive that either. I am grateful that my son realized how wrong it was for his father to share my written, private word. Fast forward to today, He does not support my desire to do other things, he will sabotage me by, stating he has to work, give me that pitiful look.
He is a man that does not like to be alone. He has no friends and slowly but surely, ran my friends way.
Anytime I wanted to go out, it was never a thing of have fun it was, almost like he was upset that I was going out with my friends. Since the incident of my journal and the way he shredded my, I have no desire to be married to him anymore. I will not have sex with him, because I hate the thought of him touching me.
I smile but have serious distain for him. This man does not deserve me at all and I don't want him and the moment I get enough money to leave, I will.
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I have been in a 3 year relationship with a guy who has cheated on me 2 times during the first year of our relationship. When caught the first time, he swore he wouldn't again and I believed him. Two months later, I found out he was cheating on me yet again. He convinced me to stay with him and I tried my best to get over it. I truly believe that he has changed and would never cheat on me again, but I still resent him so much. I've never had great self esteem or confidence in myself as a woman, so him cheating really destroyed me. I know I am a physically attractive girl so the thought that goes through my head is "it must be my personality" and that hurts me so much more. This has caused me to become extremely depressed and suicidal at times.
Recently, I have been fighting the urge to cheat just so he knows how it feels. I know that is extremely spiteful, but I want him to know the damage he has done to my confidence. I don't want to cheat out of a desire for sex like he did, I just want him hurt. I'm sure I won't end up cheating because I am a good person, but the thought of him experiencing the same pain he inflicted is tempting.
I've lied to my partner and I betrayed him. I lost controlled and withdraw money from our joint account. I loved it to live the wealthy life and I spend so much money on unnecessary things, you wouldn't believe. I always wanted to confess it to him but I just couldn't do it, I was too afraid and too embarrassed to talk to him about it. I didn't know it better and decided to steal the missing money from his savings and put it on our joint account. Of course, all leaked out, I disgraced him, lied to him and betrayed him and I don't know how I could make up for it. I can repay all the debts I made but I can't repair our broken relationship. Now I have to stand trial and make amends for my sins.
#partner #betrayal #money #theft #savings #trial #relationship
I said yes to another girl's proposal even though I was in a relationship. I couldn't stop myself as the girl that proposed me was my crush back in school and I find her really attractive. She had no idea I was in a relationship. I guess I had to let her know myself when we became friends.
I'm leaving my wife today. She doesn't know it yet. I said I forgave her the first time she cheated. I tried to and I wanted to. She did it again. Im done.
To be honest, this has nothing to do with sex. I just wanted to get a message out and I knew most people usually go on this category. I've liked this guy for a little over a year now. We have a lot in common and we used to be really close because we were always having to sit next to each other in class. We had a band concert recently and I was really upset because this was the first concert I had where I wasn't sitting next to him. Later that week, I was hanging out with my friends when one of them.. let's call her May... brought up the topic of my crush... let's call him Brayden. I told them about how I felt after the concert was over and started to cry. All three of my friends... May... uh, Monica... and, uh, Alexis... told me I should just get over him. That is when I went full on rage mode.
They were telling me to get over him? For God's sake! I couldn't believe they went there! Alexis was fucking dating a guy from fucking Norway! May was fucking leading on a fucking senior (we are all freshmen)! Monica is asexual so I had nothing against her... but she has a secret admirer... let's call him Daniel... so, yeah. "Sure and in the meantime, May, you can stop talking to that Senior, Alexis, time for you to break up with that Norwegian guy, and Monica, you should just transfer schools so Daniel doesn't have to deal with your asexual ways!" I was so fucking mad!
By now you have all realised that I have a very short temper but I had a reason to snap. Next time you feel like telling someone to get over their crush, remember what it would be like if someone told you that. It sucks. We are separated now and Alexis commit suicide. I hate those girls so much for making me feel that shitty.
#love #betrayal #friends #crush #suicide #remember #tears #hate #temper #message
you are not a good person. I feel foolish now for trusting you. I wish you pay for your actions.
Last month my 3 year girlfriend cheated on me with her ex at a her bff party. She told me about it that same week and we decided to give it a chance, she said it was a big mistake, just making out, no sex. But she was acting weird still, like there wasn't something right. And that made me the more scared. Finally, she told me still feels something for him. I mean, her ex from 5 years ago, really?! I felt my heart crushed in a million pieces, angry at myself for being such a fool.
So for these past weeks I have been going out and had many one night stands, mainly with common friends, even her BBF from that party! But mostly I have been seeing a colleague after work, she had always been very flirty with me and I told her I was planning on leaving my gf. When she's at work, we sometimes go to my (and my gf) apartment. We have sex in the kitchen, the shower, everywhere. But my favourite is the bed, there is nothing like the satisfaction of seeing my gf in our bed, the sheets still dirty from all the fun I had. She obviously thinks I am trying to cope and trying to work things out between us. I know I shouldn't be doing any of this, I still love her, but my need to fuck everything is greater. So now my objective is to have as much fun as possible and if she gets hurt, too bad!
My girlfriend an I live in LA but we don't live together.
She has 2 other female roommates. One of the roommates is kind of hot in a nerdy way. Anyway, I was at my girlfriends apartment one day helping fix her bed frame. I took a personal day from work and the roommate worked from home.
Her and I got lunch and had a couple beers. We came back to the apartment and she gave me head. I had sex with her for a little bit stopped because we were afraid someone would walk in.
Later that night my girlfriend went down on me. She said my dick tasted sour...it was from the pussy cum from her roommate. I told her I was sweating all day putting the frame together. She believed me.
Nothing ever happened again with the roommate. I'm an asshole
I use to be a delivery man and I meet this girl in the poor part of town. I never gave her my real name but we hooked up ever few months for about a year. A few months after one of our hook ups she texted me saying she was pregnant. I wasn't gonna deal with that. Got a new phone number and acted like I never saw it. A few years later I got couriious and looked her up on Facebook. Sure enough she was rasing our son. I facebook stalked for years. Finally around the time he was 10 then I had my life together I had partied. And I "accedsntly' ran into her at a dave n busters party she tagged herself as going to. Once I saw her I pulled her to the side and acted like I never knew what happened to her. She told me all about our son. We ended up getting into a relationship and getting married. She treats me like I saved them because being a low income single mother is hard. My confession is a do honestly feel bad for making her do it all on her own. But if I tell her now it's going to wreak the rest of our lives.....
I used the text now to text my dad pretending to be my girlfriend because I suspected he had lust for her. I quickly confirmed it was true he thinks I'm her and wants to fuck her behind my back
I have been doing a lot of stupid things for the past 2 months and here's a breakdown of the major ones:
~ I have been cheating on my boyfriend of 4 years
~ The guy I have been cheating on him with doesn't know I have a boyfriend
~ Again the guy I have been cheating on him with is almost 10 years older than me (I'm 21) and my parents would be furious (I think)
~ I can't bring myself to tell either of them nor get myself to choose (BF provides the love and comfort that I need while the other guy provides the adventure and thrill of a relationship. He also satisfies my sexual needs in ways that I did not know I have.
~ I feel guilty for keeping all of these in the dark, but at the same time I do enjoy it
Everyone thinks we are ideal gay couple- a model for straight and gay people to follow.
Truth is, I've been cheating on my husband since I started dating him. I lost count of the number of cocks I've sucked or had up my ass- or how many mouths and asses I've fucked.
I've cheated on him at my job, in public bathrooms, at porno theaters, and in our own bed.
I look for sex on the street, at work, online, and even with some of our mutual friends- especially those married to women.
I still love him more than anything and I dread the day that he finds out.
My girlfriend of 2 years cheated on me. I was stunned when I found out, I always treated her like she was the most special girl in the world. I'm a decent looking guy, have a nice size tool and never had trouble getting dates, but now I know I wasted 2 years of my life on someone who wasn't worth it. Her sister had always flirted with me when she was alone with me, and I had resisted, but now I was angry, and ended up fucking not only her sister, but her mom too when she was having compassion for me after her daughter cheated on me, we were just talking and one thing lead to another and I pounded her puddin' as hard as I've every pounded any girl, loaded her up with cum and she loved it.
Now my girlfriend regrets cheating on me and has dumped the other guy she was seeing and is begging to get back together.
I told her only if I could keep fucking her sister and her mom too. She just looked at me kind of stunned. I just smiled and walked away.
It was revenge, it was extreme justice :)
I'm male, 21 years old and I've got serious trust issues.
Me and my girlfriend actually meet every day, in school, after school, on the weekend, in the holidays. We are together for almost half a year now. When we are not together (what doesn't happen very often), I always carry my mobile phone around. For the case she's calling or texting or something.
And when she doesn't text me back within... let's say 5 minutes... I become anxious, nervous and impatient.
I always imagine that I said/texted something wrong, that she's mad at me or that she doesn't want me anymore.
Or I think that she's betraying me or anything like that.
Last saturday, I thought she went out with some of her friends, so I texted her around 11 pm and then I waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and she didn't write me back. I really got worried and thought she would never contact me again. The night was horrible. I couldn't sleep properly, I was staring at my phone the whole night.
Next day, around 11.30 am, she texted me that she was so stressed the last night that she fell asleep around 9 pm and that she hadn't gone out with her girls.
All night long, I was a total wreck, I imagined all the worst things to happen.
I haven't told her about this because it's kind of embarrassing and I don't want her to feel sorry for me or anything.
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