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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
I was in a long distance relationship with a girl on and off for the past 6 years or so. We sent nudes and all that shit, However she decided she was going to text my best friend (rip) and ask him if he wanted to see what i sent her. She was clearly obsessed with betraying me and lying to me constantly, so i had to spend my days stalking her online, she used to flirt with guys on stickam (rip stickam) behind my back and get high on cam all while telling me "i dont smoke anymore".
So one day i took a picture of my computer screen and what she was doing and sent it to her. She promised to straighten her shit out, long story short she didn't. after her constant betrayals i spammed her entire dox and nudes all over the internet and encouraged people to call the number. i left a bot on that repeated the message every 3 minutes. i was very hurt, and still am, she kept apologizing and wanting me back so of course i said yeah im sorry too. but a few months later i got sick of her shit AGAIN, so i blocked her number, her reaction was moving to kansas to turn into a drunk, while telling me all kinds of great lies, she got herself pregnant (for the second time, she had an abortion the first time). eventually on her birthday she called me crying like a bitch because nobody cared about her birthday and it was her first taste of the real world.
So for the next 2 years i tried to make things work with her even though she had somebody elses kid now. she didnt understand nor care how much it affected me. we had alot of arguments and instead of calling her a slut or a whore or whatever like i normally would i just started dishing out the truth on her and told her "you arent going to find somebody who wants a 22-23 year old single mother whos a pathological liar, that has fucked an excessive amount of people, is a complete bitch, has a history of drug and alcohol abuse, nobody is going to want you, and after all of that i am still talking to you." apparently she couldnt handle that.
she wanted to be FWB and that lasted all of 5 days. a few months ago she told me "its not going to work between us" so i replied "because im not good enough?" she says "No thats not it" "i want to live in a big house and have nice things and have more kids". I damn near died i just said "so basically im not good enough, sick contradictory statement". I told her i refuse to be friends with her under those circumstances if im going to be friendzoned and never given a legitimate chance at making a life with her.
I keep having dreams about her, i dont know what my problem is because i cant stop loving her, i wish i could, and i wish i could get over what she has done to me, i wish i could go more than 4 months without trying to talk to her. Hopefully this outlet will help me move on and i will find somebody who is actually worthy of my affection.
yes i know i didnt use proper punctuation and i dont care.
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
I know my boyfriend spies on me and is part of research groups that do global social experiments on me. I also let him mistreat me.
My best friend and his gf who im also close with, live together in a tiny apartment. She works 1st shift and him 2nd. I often would go hangout with his girlfriend for a few hours until he got home.. I knew she was attracted to me because she would wear very revealing skimpy clothing when we'd be alone and she would subtlety flirt too..
I had wanted to fuck her for so long but resisted for years.. until one night I came over and she was on the couch in a very low cut top with her tits busting g out and very short shorts. I sat next to her, making small talk for a few minutes before she asked if I was hungry.. she got up and opened the fridge, her back to me about 10 feet away..And bent over with her legs straight, her shorts now revealing a few inches of her ass, pretending to be looking for something in the fridge..She turned and looked at me, still bent over, seductively smiling. She caught me staring and said to me "do you like it?"
Playing dumb I said "like what?"
Now she was walking slowly towards me as she said "my ass, silly. I know you were looking. It's okay, I wanted you too."
My cock was throbbing in my jeans, clearly bulging through them as I replied "Ash, I don't want to this to John, he's my friend." She was standing in front of me now, close enough to touch her.. she said "do what to him? We're only talking..Not that he would care. He hasn't fucked me in weeks."
After that she slipped off her shorts, now lying at her ankles.. "oops" she said.."I can see you want me, I've wanted you too for so long. It's only sex, I have needs that John doesn't take care of. He won't ever know, nobody will"
I couldn't resist anymore, I reached out and pulled her to me. She got on top of me and we feverishly began kissing grinding, stripping..
She knelt between my legs and slipped off my boxers, my cock hard and throbbing..She started stroking it, "yours is so much bigger than his, I wonder how you taste" she started sucking me, giving me the best blowjob I've ever had. She was loving it, staring up at me with a look of pure lust..I had always thought she was a naughty little slut deep down and now she was showing me she was.. she swallowed my cum and I remained hard, unbelievably horny still. I picked her up carried her to the bedroom and fucked her senseless.. then we showered together and waited for John to get home..
We continued fucking for several months before I got a gf and ended it.
He still has no idea
#betrayal #girlfriend #sex #slut
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.....
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.
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
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 am living in sin for several months now. I have a long distance relationship with my boyfriend and we only see each other every couple of months. We've been together for over 10 years now and I am now 25 years old. We promised each other our virginity and wanted to save each ourselves for the other one. I am pretty sure that he will propose to me on Christmas, the next time we see each other.
My secret is that I've been seeing some else since summer. And that is not the worst part. The person I am seeing is also a woman.
I don't know how it happened, but we met on the bus, started to talk and it was just like BOOM! I've never felt anything like this before. I, of course, still love my boyfriend to death, but with this woman... I feel complete, I feel so happy I never thought I could feel.
We went out for drinks rather quickly and that was the same night we shared our first kiss. It was electric. It was magical.
I know now that I am totally and irrevocable in love with her.
But that is not all... She doesn't know anything about my boyfriend either.
We have to keep our relationship secret, because my family is very very very religious and they would never talk to me again if they found out.
And they of course wouldn't talk to me anymore if they only knew that I cheated on my boyfriend.
Why am I writing this now? Because yesterday... yesterday was the first time we had sex. I do not feel bad for the sex itself because it was rather spectacular and I am more than happy that I had my very first time with her. But I feel bad that I am living a life full of lies and that I betrayed and cheated on my boyfriend, best friend since middle school...
I don't know what to do know. I know, someday everything will unravel, but I just don't know what to do....
#betrayal #cheating #woman #boyfriend #inlove #love #sex #lesbian #confession #sin #lying #lie #family #religious
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.
Im sorry I made you cry. I cant take back what took from you. I knew it was wrong I did it anyway. I'm so sorry.
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.
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.
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
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
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 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 have a very special bound with my ex. He still loves me, I think I still love him and we often spend sometimes together. However, he asked me to not have any kind of affair with any of his friends.
So last month I fucked his best friend.
A long, unforgivable fuck.
I feel like a bitch and he feels like a piece of shit and we both know that if my ex discover the truth he is gonna to beat us half to death.
Oh, and I also kisses hid other best friend two years ago, but I guess a kiss is now a minor inconvenience.
2/2 of his best friends. Am I a slut or he can't choose good friends?
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