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I’m in love with this guy and we met before I got in a relationship with my boyfriend but sadly we can’t date so that’s when I started dating my boyfriend. Well me and this guy started back talking and my feelings for him have gotten bigger and now I don’t think I want to be with my boyfriend. I feel bad because at the beginning of our relationship it was good and then something happened and it just kinda fell off. Well to make matters even worse my boyfriend got me a promise ring and I don’t want it, I really just want to break it off with him but how do I tell him that after I met his whole family....
Scared is the word I would use right now to define my life at the moment. It's not just school, I am scared of being left alone. I think my boyfriend is about to leave me for someone else. I know he's having an affair with another woman, but I can't leave him. I can't be alone right now so I have to take it I guess. It's just a matter of time until he realizes what a boring and annoying person I am and then he'll leave me forever.
I am scared of people. Social anxiety is nothing to take lightly.
Sometimes I even can't leave my house or my bed. Other people scare me. They might talk to me. What do I reply?
I think I need help.
Where I went to high school in Idaho I was a solid 7.5 on the hotness scale. I'm not exactly what you would call pretty (nose too big) or skinny (butt too big) or rich. But if you picked 4 girls at random from my class and one of them was me, on average one of the 4 would hotter than me and the other two less hot. So 7.5 exactly :) I'm sort of shy too in a way that leads to social awkwardness, especially around girls that I perceive to be a rung or too above me on the social ladder. And I'm ridiculously shy around especially attractive guys.
These minor personal issues didn't pose a huge problem in the small town where I grew up. The median level of hotness and richness there was, let's say, moderate. So I was fairly comfortable around most people most of the time. Plus I had known a lot of them since I was a little kid, so they tended to see beyond my awkwardness because they were used to me. I wasn't a big party girl or a hot item on the hook-up scene. But I had some good friends and a couple of different passably cool boyfriends during my time in high school. I even had sex a few times. Six times total, to be exact. Always with an official boyfriend, though. My boyfriends, that is, not somebody else's.
When I started my freshman year of college in SoCal, though, the situation was, um, different. It was just a regular state university, but nonetheless it quickly became apparent that I was a chubby hick by comparison to the average girl there. The cool kids table was well out of reach. There were girls running around who were so thin it looked like they might break if they bent over to tie their $300 sneakers. There was a beautiful girl in my dorm who had a big tattoo on her neck and also had a red Ferrari kept off campus in a private garage. She had a valet number she could call and they'd bring it to wherever she happened to be when she was in the mood to drive it. There were so many girls (and some guys) who had had plastic surgery done that sometimes I'd look around a room and imagine I was surrounded by robots or space aliens. OK, so I'm exaggerating a little. (not about Ferrari-girl tho - she's real, :) but the point is I felt like an idiot at first trying to talk to people and make friends. So of course I tried too hard which made it worse.
The first two weeks in the new dorm didn't go super well. The problem was compounded by the fact that everybody but me had a roommate. This made me seem weird to my dorm neighbors. Like maybe I had killed my roommate and eaten her or something. And it also caused me to spend many hours alone in my room for the first time in my life. In Idaho I shared a room with my two younger sisters. I spent years wishing for more alone time, but when it finally came, not so great. True, I was able to rub one out whenever I wanted for that two weeks, but I was too depressed and freaked out to really enjoy it. Ok, I guess it would be more true to say that I enjoyed it quite a lot while I was doing it, but the end result was just me feeling sadder.
On Monday of my third week in Cally my roommate finally showed up. I was hoping somehow that fate would send me a nerdy small town girl to be my bff. So my heart sank a little when Key walked in. She was (probably still is) tiny, beautiful, confident. Her clothes were casual and also amazing. She's half Persian, from Orange County, perfectly golden colored,long straight brown hair, huge green eyes. Standing next to her made me feel like an inferior knock-off brand of human, and I could hear the fear and clumsiness in my own voice from the second I said hello to her. My mind raced looking for a solution that would free me from my paralyzing discomfort. How can I sleep five feet away from this exquisite person? Maybe I could buy a tent and live under the oak tree on the quad, crying in my sleeping bag and mumbling to myself while I flick my bean like a crazy homeless lady?
But Key did save me after all. She had a sort of magical charisma about her that quickly made me feel more at ease. Even when I stuttered or said something stupid she didn't eye-roll or condescend to me like other 18 year old females would have. She treated me like a friend from the start, really listened to me. I believe she genuinely liked me. I was kind of approaching a crisis point before she came but because of her everything suddenly seemed ok. I'll be grateful to her forever for that.
In Idaho the social order was that kids tended to pair off into couples in the last two years of highschool, but in my new home folks didn't mostly seem to be doing the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. So I was surprised to find out that Key actually did have a serious boyfriend, that she was even semi-planning on marrying someday. I wasn't surprised, though, when I saw a picture of him and discovered that he was also incredibly beautiful. 6'3, perfect teeth, perfect everything, not a single blond hair out of place. His perfect dick was not on display in the picture but I knew it was still perfect anyway. How could it not be?
Kyle wasn't around that much because he tended to stay busy indoor rock climbing and outdoor racing mountain bikes. I assumed he was also probably bottle-feeding endangered baby animals and possibly working to cure cancer as well. He was just so beautiful and impressive that I could only imagine him doing things that benefited all mankind. Ok, truth be told I also got pretty good at imagining him fucking me doggy style on a bearskin rug in a very exclusive ski lodge I made up:P
But of course I was terrified of him. The worst thing was that I sort of loved him at first sight, so I was afraid that if I was too nice to him my secret love for him would be revealed. Then I'd be exposed as a pathetic failed boyfriend-stealer and forced to buy that tent. But he was super nice and friendly to me, so being stand-offish just didn't work. Accustomed, I'm sure, to girls melting rather than resisting his charm he never even seemed to notice my obvious fear of him. It still baffles me how certain people can do that - win me over with a smile and make me open up despite my best efforts to the contrary. It's like witchcraft.
So after a month of college I was in a much better headspace. Key and I would talk for hours sometimes about hopes and dreams and whatnot and I gradually began it realize that she was (probably still is) human in most respects despite appearances to the contrary. She missed her dog, she was annoyed and even a little jealous that a friend at another college was flirt-texting Kyle, that kind of stuff. But what happened next totally threw me for a loop.
Key had this annual first of October 5 day family Disney trip coming up. This was something she had been doing with her mom and her grandmother and her aunts since like birth or whatever. Totally obligatory and uncancellable. But she didn't want to leave Kyle alone for five days. He couldn't go because it was a strictly and emphatically girls-only tradition. And to top it off his birthday fell slap in the middle of the trip dates.
Key thought about it and decided that Kyle would almost certainly cheat on her while she was gone, and then she would have to remove him at least temporarily from the boyfriend position on general principles. This would put her semi-plan to marry him in serious jeopardy.
I thought she was wrong about the whole thing. She had no evidence that Kyle ever had cheated on her, or ever would. Plus if he wanted to cheat he'd just do it. Her going to see Mickey Mouse or not didn't really have anything to do with it. It was just a fake problem she had made up for herself. Not what I expected from her. More like the sort of paranoid fantasy that I would dream up to torture myself with.
But when I gave her my opinion she said maybe that was true but why take a chance?
So her first thought was that I should "keep an eye" on Kyle while she was gone. What does that even mean? I asked. Kyle and I get along great but we don't hang out without you. There's no scenario where me "keeping an eye" on him would be anything but obviously weird. She knew I was right, but I could see from the look on her face the wheels were still turning. So I'll tell him he is required to hang out with you while I'm gone she said. And you'll take him to his stupid Sushi place on his birthday. And... She paused for a moment. More wheels turning. You'll love the stupid sushi no matter how gross it is because it's his birthday, and then you'll suck his dick, also because it's his birthday.
This last bit was quite unexpected. Surreal even. It was one of those situations where yes or no were both the wrong answer, and not answering at all would be even worse. So I said ok. But I had a way out, or so I thought. I added "but I'm pretty sure that's not something he wants to happen. So I'll offer but he'll probably say no." I was thinking that I would not offer and he would not ask, and all good. Danger averted.
Maybe you are right she said. At those words I unclenched my butt and relaxed a little. I'm going to call him when he get back down from the mountain and ask him. Re-clench! I opened my mouth to object but the look on her face told me it was time to shut up.
She left and I spent the next three hours in a state of abject panic. If he says no thank you, rejection and major humiliation. If he says yes thank you my fail blowjob skills will ruin his birthday, Key will hate me for not refusing to do it in the first place, major humiliation, move into tent. And plus I had never even tried sushi lol.
Key came back eventually. Ok, it's on. She said nonchalantly. Before I could open my mouth she started thanking me and saying what a great friend I was being and just generally making it absolutely impossible to weasel out gracefully. So I didn't even try.
The birthday was the third night after Key had left, but Kyle came over within an hour after she walked out our door.
It was by far the best sex of my life, and it just kept on happening and happening. I hadn't had sex with another human in like six months at that point, and I definitely hadn't ever had a true athletic pounding like Kyle gave me. Didn't realize that kind of sex was even a real thing, if that makes any sense. That first night he came four times and I came at least seven. I've never been what you'd call highly skilled or experienced in the sex department, but I do orgasm easily and often, so that usually keeps it fun for as long as it lasts. It lasted a lot! Next night same. On the birthday night I ate the sushi successfully by not breathing through my nose too much so as to avoid tasting it. Afterward I sucked his dick a little to warm up and then let him fuck me in the butt. That hurt like hell honestly but I was a good sport about it. I had tried practicing earlier in the day with an object of comparable size and shape to his jojo and that went ok. But I guess it hurts less when you are doing it to yourself vs. someone else doing it to you. It was my first and last time for that activity. He blew his load up my ass, though, so mission accomplished. The part where I had to sit on a towel for a bit with cum dripping out of my butthole waiting for him to wash my shit off his cock in the tiny dorm sink was not super romantic. But overall we had fun.
Key had really only authorized the one blowjob so I was a little worried that there might be issues when she got back. Of course she would hear that Kyle spent the night at our room every night. There are no secrets in a dorm. But when she got back she just winked at me and thanked me and started showing me Disney pics on her phone. Believe it or not we never really talked about the borrowed boyfriend week at all. And if anything she was nicer to me and as good a friend as she'd always been.
If I had to guess why I'd say it's because she felt a little guilty about the whole thing. I mean, she pimped me out! She knew I'd do what she asked because I was grateful for her friendship and still a little bit in awe of her. She also no doubt picked me specifically because I was ultimately no threat. Guys like Kyle fuck girls like me sometimes, but they don't dump their beautiful girlfriend for us, except in sappy romcoms. Those same reasons are why I never felt guilty about banging her guy front back and sideways while I had the chance.
So epilogue: Like another month later Key asked me if I'd be interested in having a three-way with her and Kyle. Not bi much and I have never licked a pussy before. But honestly I'd be willing to try it under the perfect circumstances. Hers would probably taste like fresh picked strawberries or something lol. Her asking made me feel good because I knew it had to be Kyle's idea. Threesomes are always the guy's idea true facts. So I must have done something right that birthday week! But I said no to the threesome. No way I'm gonna be naked in the same room with Key - at least not with a beautiful guy there. That's not a comparison I'm trying to invite lol.
I did spank-bank it, though. Didn't really happen but it could have. And when I wank to the fantasy version I can make myself way less fat and insecure than I would have been doing it for real!
So my boyfriend came over on a Friday and we decided to have sex. He took of my cloths than he took of his, he put me on my bed and banged me really hard, we did this for 2 hours. But after that I was about to give him a blowjob and his dick got really soft and fell off. I started screaming and I backed up to the door looking at a stub in fear! I cried and grabbed my blanket and left the house. I covered my naked body with the blanket as i ran down the road in the middle of the night. I banged on my neighbours door and he opened his door and gave me a weird look, I tried to come in but he pushed me away and shut his door than looked it, he Lockheed all his doors and windows and he left me there to die.
I hate the mother of my boyfriend. She always talks to you in the nicest way possible but says such hard, brutal and mean things. One time she had a fight with his husband and she told me afterwards that I should be lucky I am not married and I should never get married in my life. And then she added that I am still young and maybe I'll find the right person to be with.... while I am dating her son!
I know she doesn't like me but I think she doesn't know that I know.
I got drunk and cheated on my husband with my husband. We live in the town where I went to college. My husband and I went to my 10th reunion last summer, and had a blast. About an hour before we were going to call it a day and go home, we ran into Bill, the guy I dated in college, who I hadn't seen since we broke up in junior year. He looked great, was lots of fun and hit it off with my husband. We had several drinks and I realized I was still very attracted to him, and he seemed to be hitting on me. When it was time to go home, he gave me a long and passionate good-bye kiss while my husband was getting the car. I got very aroused - and asked him where he was staying. Turns out he was actually flying out in a few hours, and our house was closer to the airport than the hotel he was staying at. When my husband pulled up I told him we needed to go by Bill's hotel so he could get his stuff and crash with us that night, and go to the airport from our place. My husband agreed, so that's what we did. When we got home, we had a few more drinks. Our house has three bedrooms, each with its own bathroom.
Our master bedroom is on the main floor, and we have the other two bedrooms on the second floor, one to the left at the top of the stairs and one to the right. My husband said he'd prepare the room at the top of the stairs for Bill and then meet me back in our room after I got some soap, shampoo and towels to leave in Bill's bedroom. It was late, and we were all very tipsy and tired. When I got the soap and supplies I found all the lights were off in the upstairs bedroom to the left, but I could see someone was in the bed. I quietly dropped the soap and towel in the bathroom, and as I left I stopped to get a glimpse of Bill sleeping. He was under a sheet with his back to me, so I decided to give him something to remember. I stripped naked, and leaned over and kissed the back of his neck. A powerful arm immediately pulled me into the bed and I discovered he was naked and we just went at it like bunnies in the dark. It was just like I remembered in college - great and passionate foreplay, then he went down on me and was attentive until I orgasm, at which I pulled him up on top of me so he could slide in and finish inside me. His penis was rock hard and felt wonderfully familiar, and I had a vaginal orgasm like I had not had since my honeymoon. He rolled over and promptly fell sound asleep, so laid next to him figuring in a few minutes I'd go down to my bedroom. I hoped my husband was already asleep because it'd be hard to explain why it took so long to take a towel upstairs. Unfortunately I felt so happy I fell sound asleep. I bolted awake when the morning light through the window shined on my face. I let out a little scream because I was mortified at what my husband would do now I was caught sleeping in the guest bedroom - I heard steps running toward the room I was calling out to see if everything was o.k. I also felt that powerful arm pull me back so my head hit the pillow and I was looking up into my husband's face. By now Bill was in the doorway, and smiled. He asked, "did you two spend the whole night up here? I heard you two going at it. My husband responded "sorry, after I came up and got your room on the right ready, I was too tired and drunk to go downstairs, so I just crashed here in the room to the left." I realized that when I had brought up the towel and found someone asleep in the room the the left, I assumed it was Bill since I though my husband was going back downstairs to meet me in our room. So my naughty "good-bye" fling in the dark with Bill was actually with my husband. But it was SO good, I'm relieved. I drove Bill to the airport and when I got home, I told my husband I wanted to sleep with him in the upstairs bedrooms more often!
I think I still have feelings for my ex-boyfriend even though we've both moved onto someone else. He broke my heart. He made me laugh and made me happier than I think my current boyfriend does.
I saw that the father of my boyfriend had been watching me and he was hard. Or so it appeared. So I slowly worked myself to him. I gave it a brief squeeze, looked him in the eyes, and asked, what's this? He turned beat red and just smiled. No one was around it was all in fun. Besides I gave him a moment he will remember for quite some time; I hope.
When I was dating my ex, my friends and I walked passed a bridge that had teddy bears and some other stuff to mark the passing of a young teenage male. While walking I started thinking about how my bf at the time got for me something and I never got him anything I looked over and saw the teddy bear, I hesitated but still took it.
i hate having a bf. i miss being single and flirting w whoever i want. i never want to do any of the couple-y things w him and I'm just not as interested anymore. idk what to do tho bc he has a history of depression and I think breaking up would really mess him up. advice?
I'm in love with this guy for over a year now... but there are two problems. For one, he has a girlfriend and for two, he's the best friend of my boyfriend.
My name is Rachel and I assume my boyfriend is gay. He is just like the normal boys, he likes to wear unusual clothes and he really is into his appearance, I mean he needs more time in the bathroom than I do! He always worries about his hair, his style, his looks.
And for some time now, he's always meeting with his friend Adam. I think they are having an affair.
Femal, 26 years old. I cheated on my boyfriend for several months and got pregnant from the other man. My (now) husband is still believing that she's his daughter. Thank god she looks a lot like me.
At my boyfriend's, I changed into my swimsuit in the pool bathroom and left my clothes there. When I returned to get dressed, my underwear were gone so I dressed without them and moved on. My boyfriend was with me, so the horny widower stole them. I gave him a smirk and imagined him sniffing and jacking off on them. I got excited and wanted him to look up my shorts to see I had no panties. Maybe he could see how smoothly I had just shaven. I felt so nasty, horny, and wet. I was inventing what I could do on my next visit. I was so involved, I forgot my boyfriend. I will surely masturbate tonight. With tonights event on mind, masturbation would be more enjoyble than sex with my boyfriend. His father might be 18 years older but is more attractive, more manley and handsome with lots of confidence and surely longing for young sex.
My life sucks. I don't get a girl and every girl I like gets a boyfriend shortly after. I should make a business out of it...
I guess it's because I am just a nice guy. Girls don't like nice guys...
From now on I am going to be an asshole! A big jerk.. Maybe I'll get a girlfriend then...
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.
so, I met a guy 10 months ago, and of course we made it , since then we're together but what he doesnt know is that , even if i want , i cant be open with him about my life , i continue lying him abou everything in my life , just to feel loved , .. im a terrible person , i already cheated on him with 3 guys.
but somehow i do love him... even if im doing this
I am a single female, 21 wanting to lick pussy but don't know how or who with. I am in an experimental mood that happens when I have my period and get really horny. My boyfriend is playing hard to get and I want something new. so crAZy
I really want to call my boyfriend Daddy, and I usually do during sex but I don’t think he’d be okay if I did it all the time.
He’s so sexy and I’m just a slut for a little bit of DDLG.
My boyfriend has a 3 years old daughter who visits us every second weekend. According to friends, her mother is a slut.
Their daughter can do what she wants when she's visiting us. She's his little princess and now he's considering taking her to life with us. And he didn't ask me. I am expecting a child - our first mutual child - and he doesn't feel the need to talk to be about it.
I feel worse each day and I really don't know how to handle this situation any longer.
I try to accept and like his daughter but I can't.
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