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For the sake of identification, let's assign variables instead of names.
So I have a (A)boyfriend, who is absolutely amazing in every way. I love him, with all of my heart, and I always will. He couldn't do a single thing that I would hate. He's perfect... and we're going to be married soon.
Before I met him, I was in an abusive relationship with this girl, and while I was taking her beatings and screaming, I found myself falling in love with this (B)guy, and he with me. It was obvious... we've even talked about it before, how we developed feelings. Well, I would even say that I love him, and I feel as if it's unfair and complete betrayal to my boyfriend. I feel like a horrendous individual.
Even now, seeing his (C)boyfriend online, acting like they have the most perfect relationship ever, I can't help but thinking of what new shitty, horrid thing he'll do to (B)him next. It infuritates me, and I just wanna get him out of it.
Am I wrong? Is it wrong to care for two individuals so deeply, at once? I feel as if I am. I have no clue how to end this... have a nice day.
#love #sad #wrong #betrayal #confession
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.
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 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
I've been with girlfriend for nearly 3 years and I love her more than anything, I didn't know you could love someone as much as I love her. Everything between us is perfect, we rarely argue and if we do we laugh about and we move on. We have a really great sexual relationship too, she's just as kinky as I am. I've got a female friend called Beth, and we've been close friends for around 8 years now. She's probably the only other female friend I have that I'm really close with. Now... I've always had an attraction to my friend, I probably wouldn't date her, but I still think she's rather beautiful. I often find myself fantasising about her, and I'm always disappointed in myself when I do. I know she's in to me too, as she's said a few times when she's tipsy. But I have a girlfriend... I don't want to leave her, I don't want to upset her, I don't want to be even thinking about Beth like this; but I don't know what to do.
I recently got engaged to the sweetest man in the world. I honestly don't deserve it. He has a very demanding job and out of the 5 years we have been together he worked away for two of those. The relationship was really strained and somewhere along the way the resentment grew and we lost the passion which once brought us together. He came back and wanted to work things out and just as I was about to fully commit I reconnected with an old friend. Now this friend of mine looks amazing and thinks the world of me, where as my fiance stopped taking care of himself and I don't desire him as much. For the last year I have been sleeping with both. Sex with my friend is hot, he makes me cum like crazy. He has the most beautiful cock, He is tall, dark, and handsome. He constantly texts me dirty stuff and we even had the most amazing phone sex. All I think about all day is fucking him and seeing the lust in his eyes. He makes me call him daddy and dominates me without being too rough. I am very petite and he says he loves fucking me because of my extra tight pussy. I want to stop but I feel addicted to this man. I love my fiance but I don't lust for him this way. I am constantly in fear that this will come back to bite me in the ass.
#adultery #selfishness #sex #addiction #betrayal #unfaithful
I was a prostitute for seven years from the age of 16 before I found the man who would become my husband. He met me through the escort service I worked with and he's in his late forties. He has some money but recently he lost his job and to keep the bills paid I offered to go back on the game. Thing is now I've started I can't stop. It was supposed to be a two or three times a week thing, but now I'm seeing two or three clients a day. I've even been for a weekend trip away with one of them and started having bare back sex with regular guys, which is something I hadn't done since I was a teenager. I've had a gang bang and snorted cocaine again. My husband has an opportunity for a good job, but I don't want to give up the sex life I've suddenly rediscovered. His cock was fine for five years but I'm still under 30 and need more than he can give me. Luckily we don't have kids. I know I ought to tell him I intend to keep on the game, but I think he might be hurt.
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.
I can’t tell him I want to end it we share a dog n I have no place to go I’ve fucked his coworker and supervisor and I almost fucked his best friend from elementary school I don’t want to hurt him but I’m never pleased
So I've been with my fiancé for 5 years. Getting married soon.
I had sex with her older sister before we dated. She knows but she doesn't know the nasty things her sister and I did.
It's not awkward at all at family events. We have double dates all the time, I even play golf with her older sisters husband.
When I'm with her husband or at family events. I think to myself "I use to bust a nut in the girls pussy ALL the time". It gets me going.
My bestfriend raped me last Sunday night. He and I have been friends for almost six years. We were driving and he started trying to put his hand uo my shirt. I played it off as a joke. He had never done anything like that before. When he didnt stop I tried to leave. He threw me face down on the floor and got on top on me. I just keep saying please dont do this. He got my jeans and underwear down enough to force himself inside of me. When he finished he just laid on top me pinning me down. I begged him to let me go. I told him I wouldnt say anything. He raped me one more time anally. When i tried to stop him he started hitting me. When he was done he got up and left. I locked the door and moved a bunch of stuff in front of the door to block it. He left me bleeding. I'm too ashamed to tell anyone. I was so sore it hurt to walk today. I didn't leave my house today. I dont know what to do. I feel so ashamed. I cant tell anyone. I hope saying it here makes me feel better. Im at least telling someone even if its a bunch of strangers. Im so stupid.
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.
#betrayal #husband #hate #journal #secret #betrayed #confessed
you are not a good person. I feel foolish now for trusting you. I wish you pay for your actions.
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'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
use she suddenly realized she’s changed her mind. and i understand completely. i think it’s for the best. im glad that she wants to get away from me because she deserves better, and also i cannot face her and feel good about myself anymore. i’m constantly reliving the guilt. i hope that we never meet again, i have learned my lesson. i just want to move on, but she keeps reminding me of what i’ve done. she looks at me like i’m evil. even asked her friends to block me. i deserve it, but i want to move on now. i won’t do such thing again. i have a hard time feeling like i’m a good person. i feel terrible and i don’t deserve friends anymore. i have also lied to people many times, and been inconsistent in the past year. i have been upset at others for treating me badly, yet i do the very same thing. im just ashamed of myself for not being a good human and i hope i can change and treat people right. i think i struggle with low self esteem, and the minute someone hurts me or isn’t perfect i cut them off or become bitter. im not patient and too stubborn. no wonder i don’t have friends. i criticize others but i’m not good myself. i have a selfish side and i’m going to do my best to work on it.
#betrayal #regret #friendship #self
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 have been sleeping with this guy for about two months now and I can't stop. Sex has been really good and he takes care of me quite well. I hope my boyfriend doesn't find out.
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
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