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My wife (Emma) arranged a surprise party for my 35th birthday. She had many friends and family over. I admit that I got fairly intoxicated but I don't think I got to the point of obnoxious. When we finally got into bed she asked me to tell her a fantasy of mine. She had previously given me a boudoir photo shoot that was fairly tame. The last few pictures were of her nude and I enjoyed knowing another man had taken the pictures and got to see her naked.
My fantasy was to have another photo shoot only this one would start off with her nude and go from there. Fast forward to the next weekend and we had our college busy over to watch a football game. Jim was an amateur photographer and has entered some contest with some of his photos. He even has done a couple weddings for friends and the results were outstanding.
Emma asked me if I would mind discussing the photo shoot with him to get his ideas. Jim not only had some great ideas but offered to do the shooting free of charge. He asked me to write out several ideas of shots I would like her to pose in.
I wanted some close ups of all her best parts plus a couple photos outdoors. I also wanted some in public with the possibility of getting caught.
We arranged a hotel outside our town for the following weekend. Emma told me she was nervous about being naked around our friend and also excited about it. We traveled to our hotel and she wore no bra or panties so she would not have lines on her skin.
We get to the hotel and Jim begins setting up his equipment. Emma goes into the bedroom to change while I help set up the living room. Emma walks out of the bedroom to join us. I thought she might have on a towel or bathrobe but she walks out nude with complete confidence. She did bring a couple bottles of wine and was well into the first one.
Emma does a modeling turn around and asks us what do you think. Jim tells her she has an amazing rack and a very photogenic ass I admit I was hard watching her show off.
Jim takes close ups of her tits, her ass and her pussy. I ask her to sit or lay down and spread her lips. It is very evident she is wet. I ask her to turn over and show off her asshole. She complies with zero complaints.
I go get a dildo out of our suitcase and hand it to her. With no encouragement she starts pleasuring herself. I can her Jim's camera clicking.
She brings herself to completion and I am shocked how vocal she is. By now she is into her second bottle of wine and slightly slurring her words.
Emma walks over to the window and opens the blinds. We are on the first floor and anybody could look in. Jim arranges her to sit on the window ledge and he takes several more shots. I don't think anyone saw her but the risk was exciting.
Emma finally gets dressed in some loose sweats and we take her to a nature trail close by. As soon as we find ourselves alone, she stripes again and we put her in various poses. Jogging down the trail, sitting on a stump, smelling a wildflower.
We hear some voices coming our direction and Emma quickly gets dressed. Within just a few seconds, two young men walk into the scene. Jim tells them we are doing a photo shoot. And asks if one or both would mind taking a picture with Emma. Both of the guys say "no problem."
I wish I had a video of their faces when she took her clothes off. We put the first guy in an embrace with Emma where she was facing him while he squeezed her ass. The second stranger she pressed her ass against his crotch while he cupped her breast.
She hugged both guys and then got dressed. They seemed disappointed but we figured they would live.
We returned to the hotel and drank and smoked the rest of the night. We returned home and Jim printed all the pictures and put them in an album for us. I asked him what his favorite picture was and it was one where Emma was bending over showing off her ass and wet pussy.
I asked him to print an extra copy and sent it home for his pleasure later.
This fantasy is fulfilled!
I am a 30-something wife and mother. Always I have been the 'good girl', having only had sex with my ex-husband and my current husband. And always I have lived up to what people expected of me instead of what I wanted.
My deepest darkest fantasy is to be used. I want to be a filthy slutty little cum bucket fuck toy. I want to be grabbed by my throat and forced face down, I want to fight back and feel him overpower me, and then I want to be fucked so hard. Pussy, Ass, Mouth. I want to have cum just running out of me, I want to hurt so bad I can't move when he is done. Then I want to be punished for being such a fucking slut and letting him use me like that.
Even more than that, I want him to grab me by my hair, drag me to the other room where there are other men waiting (1-3 men) and force me to take all of them, over and over while I fight them and cry and beg them to please stop, until they have each used all three holes and I am covered in cum from head to toe. And again, I want to be punished afterwards for being such a slut.
Seriously, though, how do you tell your husband of nearly 15yrs that you want all of this???? You don't, you just keep fantasizing I guess.
While our kids were in school, my husband and I had to let our dog Maco be put down. He was already very old and has several tumors in his lungs. That happened 2 days ago. But we were both too scared to tell our children because they loved Maco by all their heart. They would never forgive us if they found out that we let this happen. So for 2 days now, we act like Maco went missing, we even helped our kids to create missing posters and they are spreading those posters now in our neighbourhood.
I have a secret that I find embarrassing to talk about and feel ashamed when I think about it but I get so aroused just thinking about it! From a young age I wet the bed and even now it occasionally happens but I believe this has caused me to develop a fetish for urination. I have tried to block it out but it's always in the back of my mind and I get really turned on when I'm home alone and desperate for the toilet. I've never been comfortable to talk about this but for some reason I don't mind sharing it with the world.
Is it normal to have these thoughts and urges to want to be humiliated and peed on? I'd just love to know how common it is and if people have been able to tell their partners and enjoy this fetish together? I don't want to feel like I should shy away from it any more. I feel so nervous writing this but in a weird way find it quite erotic that people will read it.
I'm also worried about my desire to put on women's underwear at the same time I need to pee. I want to share and hopefully find some answers and other people to talk to that share this sexual desire. Just for reference I'm a 27 year old male. I hope I'm not a complete freak of nature lol
#peeing #pissing #watersports #goldenshower #humiliation #dominating #pee #piss #urine #strange
I’m so anxious about the London and Egypt situation right now,I’m not even near the areas but idk
what I learnt from seeing a spiritual healer is that I always felt bad for dreams I had and any sexual thoughts or activities I did as a kid. Anyway, one nightmare stuck in my head as a teen (well a few did really) some of my dreams were very gruesome and ugly violent or very picture slide where it flashed past and the picture made the mood over a word. A lot of metaphors and word punts as well.
I asked someone about the dreams of princess diana that I would have at different times and one really captured her control over the world and I think that is what ultimately led to her demise as a human and her life so young to die. Because she was a dormant sexual image and a powerful feminine and a sign of virginal and power and elitism most people never obtain as well as a paradox of insecurities and weaknesses.
For me as a teen girl I felt I loved her as much as when I was a child but as a teen began to wonder why I loved her. Should she deserve that love as I didn't know her and she appeared to me to be a woman of selfish ends being totally spoilt for choice and I was completely the opposite. I didn't hate her but I grew to dislike women like her more and more as I found them a threat to me being able to be sexually valuable and relevant for work and love and income. It all felt so unfair. I seen so many black people making cultural improvements and I was not personally, I only ever benefited as a side step from some one else in the family and I was never allowed to be a provider or achiever or image to look up to. I was the loser teen to loser adult with no talents and no qualities to shape as I got more mature it would appear in the eyes of others but not in myself, I didn't see myself as others saw me. I guess I never will one way or another. I just wish they could live the life "my life was the complete message of the song by whitney whatever who died, "didn't we almost have it all" but we never did and we were fooling ourselves to think we would !!! I wish others knew this feeling of half getting their to be slammed down and pushed to unemployment and no love and questing why is life so shitty and gee god has to be the biggest retard ever !!! cuz he has no idea of what the heck he is doing and it all makes no sense and there is no happiness to be had in life.
how about you find out how it feels to be invited by the special girl and your prettier but everyone still likes all the others but you. your the one helping others weddings and parties and doing all the nice things and no one thinks of you. you are all alone and left alone when you have given too much of yourself and no one is worrying about your feelings tonight or caring for you at all because you didn't add enough detail to the picture or story. you didn't add some disclaimer or you didn't say what the others wanted to hear.
I still think diana died because the queen got sick of playing second fiddle to diana and she was jealous of her being so loved. The queen has killed a lot of nice women in her time. And what she didn't kill the male royals did out of as much jealous and needing the power.
My spiritual healer told me that my dream was an expression of diana's over dominance on all our minds and the world and that is what actually killed her needing to be in ever magazine and too loved for her own good. It showed her dark side she didn't want others to see and maybe there were fragments of me in whatever I saw in her reflecting at me as well of who I idolised and who I wanted to be like as a teen and adult and needing someone to look up to as the hero and princess bride like barbie image. She told me this was all normal and our dreams are often metaphoric and not always factual or literal. and I didn't kill her or harm her and I had nothing to feel bad about at all.
Roommates have lots of pets. They fight. Bark. Hiss. Tear up. Only one is clean and doesn’t smell like litter box. I have two great fine tuned squirt bottles. The cats get wet face. I’ll hunt them. They even look at my room. Squirt. The dogs get it easier and harder when owners are gone. Special mix of powder and water. Itches. Burns a little. Like when yuh used to prank friends with itching powder. They come home or wake up & a dog is whining and scratching. Whatever.
They mostly steer clear of my room.
Sounds mean? I hear them yelling and cussing. That dog bit me. It ate my shoe. It drug the ham off the table. The cats in the food. It got litter on the food. It chewed a hole in the cushion. It tore up my new shirt. Damn it. Don’t scratch. Get your muddy feet off my dress. I have a date. Now I’ve got to change.
Those damn dogs woke me up all night. I have to goto work. Your dog shit on my carpet.
Help me get the dog. It’s chasing a car. It’s in the neighbors yard barking at 2am. The neighbors cussed me out.
They talk to the animals like humans. Mr shit please get down. That’s the dog that eats shit. There’s a black cat named......black cat.
Mr shit; please quit eating shit.
Here’s a hint. They don’t speak English. However; they do learn that getting in my room makes their nose burn and itch.
Oh Mr shit. What’s wrong. Come see moma mr shit. You wanna go for a ride mr shit.
I love to hear them wonder. You ever notice mr shit doesn’t try to get in his room. I know. He got in my room last night and got in my bed. He stinks. Now my sheets smell like wet dog shit.
I’m not sure how to train the females to quit walking in when I’m nude. Or to get them to wear at least underwear. But I have got the zoo animals under some control.
I pretend to be a doctor to get some dates. I'm unemployed.
I love taking drugs and doing everything filthy including taboo. Inlove the extreme Dont tell stuff
I am sitting in front of my husband, I am 22 years old he is 38 years old, we are in the Midwest. He owns a big company and comes home for an hour everyday. Everyday I take a dildo he bought for me, and put it on a wooden chair. It has a suction cup, so it stays in place. I get out the lube, I strip completely and wait for him to come home. I have lunch fixed and when he comes in I lube up the dildo and lube up my backside and sit on the dildo till it is all the way in. I am very used to it now, there is no pain, but the dildo is 10" long and 2 and 1/2 inches thick. I sit on it while he gets me a salad, or some soup or whatever I have made for lunch. We take the time to talk and discuss things, and eat together. After 40 minutes of it in my bottom I lift off of it, take the dildo and go clean it and myself. By that time he has his pants down and I return to our living room and give him his daily blowjob. At night when he comes home I bend over and he has sex in my bottom. Usually in the mornings he has sex in my vagina, and he almost always licks me to orgasm.
In my teens I let a lot of guys have sex with me and only had orgasms a couple of times. I always have an orgasm when he makes love to me in my front, and when he licks me.
I just don't like being so opened up in my butt, it takes all the control I have anymore to keep my poo inside. I don't mind anal sex, I've done it since I was 13, it was actually my first kind of sex ever, I had that for fear of getting pregnant, I did anal and oral till I was almost 15 before I had regular sex. I don't mind him having anal with me everyday either, I just wish he didn't like me so stretched out. He insists though and I love him and don't want to leave him. It gets embarrassing too because he lets all our friends know whenever the talk turns to sex, that I'm his "three hole girl", and that I take my dildo everyday. Many of our friends (the wives - - - usually!) ask me about it and it's very embarrassing. I don't like that our friends know about our private sex life, especially about having to sit naked in a chair for 40 minutes a day with the dildo up me.
I have never ever been so violated in all of my life; I went to see the Foot Doctor today and I am so angry at what that nasty little bastard did. I went to visit the Doctor because I had a fractured ankle from work, and here I thought the doctor was going to examine my ankle, he asks me to take my shoe and sock off so he may see my foot, and then he does something completely unprofessional, disgusting, and down right violated me; that bastard actually SMELLED MY FEET. What kind of sick bastard actually sniffs somebody's Feet? I yelled at him asking him "What the hell are you doing?" Well the jerk was grinding his nose against my toes, than he decides to fucking Lick my Feet. It's bad enough this jackass was smelling my Feet and now he's licking my Feet, and then I yell out for the Nurse or somebody to help get this fucker's tongue off the sole of my foot, than he takes his mouth and starts to SUCK MY TOES. This bastard was sucking on my Toes as if my feet was like Candy to this creepy bastard. Thank God somebody finally showed up to get this pervert off my foot, I hope to God this bastard loses his Doctor's Licence, and I will sue this fucker for violating me by forcing himself onto my Foot like than when he should've been helping my fractured ankle, God only knows what other things this Foot Sucking Creep does, nor do i want to find out.
What do you think... is it ok to lie to a person that is dying? That is a question I get to ask myself over and over again for the last 3 years. My Dad was very sick. I do not want to say too much about it to protect my identity, but after his diagnosis, we knew that he did not have much time left. He needed a kidney transplant and he needed one fast.
My sister and I immediately went to the doctors to see if we were a match and could save his life by giving him one of our kidneys.
I remember that my sister's appointment was on a Tuesday, mine was following the next day on Wednesday.
Here comes the horrible part... I never went to my appointment. I was drinking and partying the night before and overslept. It was such a terrible, horrible and terrifying time and I used to get my mind off things by doing a lot of wrong stuff with a lot of wrong people.
I woke up in a haze on Thursday afternoon to a frantic phone call from my sister telling me that she was no match. She was crying hysterically and beyond reasoning. I still remember that moment. I could have said that I forgot my appointment and that I would make another one. But a lot of other stuff happened before (I do not want to talk about it in detail), that I was ashamed to admit it. In this moment, I was certain, if my sister was not a match, I would not be one either.
So, I lied. I said I WAS at the appointment and that I also was not able to donate.
In that moment I really believed that the universe would not be so sadistic and evil as to let my kind and good father die because of his terrible excuse of a daughter.
Well, he lived for 3 more months. They were not able to find a match or a donor in time. And I will never know if I could have saved his life.
#father #dying #donor #match #lying #lie #horrible #death #confession #ashamed
I met who for this confession I will call "Pamela" 8 years ago after our favorite team won the superbowl. We were both browsing myyearbook which was the hottest rage at the time.
Innocent chats turned into light flirts, teases and sexy niblets that I thought were just two married people's way to pass the boredom because neither us were getting the attention at home.
As time progressed, "Pamela" was all that I was thinking about. One day in particular I logged into yahoo messenger. She was waiting for me as always. She asked me how I was and I replied "I'm a little scared right now". I then totally spilled the beans that I was totally in love with her! A few quiet seconds from her seemed like hours because she was trying to compose herself. She then replied that she felt the same way.
A key element to the story is that we are not kids. At the time I was 43 and she was 50. But our soon to follow bi-weekly meetings made us act like two hot teenagers making out in the car.
She is upper middle class with cocktail parties, executive meetings and clientele that makes your elbow rubbing the envy of the city.
Me? Upscale trailer park, not trashy, neat manacured lawns, flowers and birdbaths, well you get the picture. I am not able to work because of severe injuries trying to make it to the NFL.
Here is where the story gets interesting. One particular weekend, my wife was going on a trip with college girlfriends. So "Pamela" invited me to dinner with her and her husband.
It was decided that they would pick me up for the drive into the city. Every second that we could be together was key at this point. Secretly holding hands in the dark had an exciting tingle in the dark car.
There is a LOT more detail that I could say about that night, but I will save that for another story.
Weekends that followed, turned into double dates, double dates turned into invitations to those exclusive dinner parties and I turn into "little brother"to keep the facade.
So many details are left out because they are stories in themselves, so for future reference look for the tag "little brother".
One of my clients died. His widow asked me to oversee the seal of their farm equipment (since I fixed it for years).
I do and often have to drive out to the farm to either pay the lady or pick up another piece of junk.
Yesterday i went out to lowbed a combine to my yard. I went into the house and she came out of the bathroom with a towel on her wet hair and a button-in-front house coat.
She was a few steps up and leaned against the door frame. The light coming in from behind me did light up the place nicely and I could see side boob and curly hair.
In the moment I asked her if she would do me a favor. She asked what and I asked her to open the front of the house coat.
She did. Giving me a good look at her 70 year old body, then turned around and walked into the kitchen.
Asking over her shoulder"..are you coming in"?
I expected a tight pussy, but she was lose. What surprised me was that she orgasmed anally.
Goes against me business principles, but it was a deal-sweetener.
So I like this guy and he’s asked me out before (I said no because we’d only recently met) and he said that he wanted to ask again now that we know each other better.
I found out today, he’s started going out with another girl. I feel slightly jealous but I know that we never actually dated so I suppose I don’t really have any right to be,
One of my close friends developed a crush on him too, not that long ago. She doesn’t know that I’ve liked him for a while.
He still looks at me different then the rest of our friendship group though.
I don’t know who to talk to because my best friend doesn’t know him, my close friend doesn’t know what to say to help and my other close friend (who is particularly good at giving advice) is too far away to talk to and I don’t know how to bring it up with her
I'm 16 and used to self harm on my wrist until my friend saw the cuts on my wrist and told a teacher who then told my mum I blamed it on my dog and they all believed it so I switched places to my stomach, top of my legs and top of my arms. I tried to overdose on about two boxes of painkillers and some other tablets I fell asleep and when I woke up I was in loads of pain being sick. I don't know what to do but I don't want to talk to my family. I blame myself for my aunties death
I'll admit it: I'm human and I get so envious of others and how much is going on in their lives and I hate myself for it. I hate that I even have these feelings in the first place because my life is my own and I have made the choices I have made that have led me to today. No one else made them for me and for the most part, my life really isn't that bad. I don't need to have the biggest and the best house, job, car, etc... I've got somewhere to live, a nice enough car, a cat, plenty of wine and a decent job. What more should I want for besides someone to share my life with and maybe some actual friends? I'm working on it!
In the end it just feels like it's not enough when my sister comes over and I get so angry at myself because normally I like my life and who I am and it's not her fault that she makes me feel jealous and stupid. I should be the bigger person and just let this go but she seems to be a like a storm: something that just comes along with all it's thunder and lightning and their's nothing you can do to halt it's approach. It's a cycle and by the time she leaves or I leave every time we get together, I almost feel like I'm in physical pain from the press of holding my emotions in check. I always end up balling like a pathetic idiot just to release some of the tension. Often I have trouble breathing. It's almost like a panic attack is induced or something and I just don't get it.
To give you some background, my sister is two years younger than me and 20 kilos lighter. I'd probably say I am the prettier of the two of us even if I am overweight although she has a nicer smile and definitely knows how to dress. We grew up in a small town and I was the only farm girl in my year group with the other 9 girls being town girls. It was just two different worlds. I grew up liking the outdoors and using my imagination but the townies liked sitting around and gossiping about boys and clothes, etc. My sister on the other hand, had four other girls her age who grew up on farms and they all became fast friends. I went through school going from friend to friend and as a result, my social skills are somewhat lacking. Don't worry, that's not the case so much these days but I just don't get people like she does and despite trying to be a laid back person, I just seem to be so sensitive. I can't handle it when people let me down or don't live up to my expectations. It also doesn't help that we have so many of the same interests. We worked for similar companies, we both like reading, writing, art, cooking and sewing. I feel like I can never be an individual and I am too embarrassed to show any of my artwork to my family who scorned the fact that I like(d) manga & anime when I was younger and still do. I am the black sheep of the family and if my own parents and siblings judge me for my tastes so much then other people outside the family certainly will. However she likes country music which is still in the 'safe' category. She gets teased for being into it but she doesn't get scorned whereas a lot of people in Western society see an anime episode and just see it as a cartoon when many animes can be very violent and for adults only. I don't like them for being cartoons alright. I like then because I like entertainment. I'll watch/read almost anything but I particularly like anime because it is not as constrained as Western stories/cartoons. It mixes my two favourite mediums together after all: stories and art. But no, apparently I am childish and immature when I'd probably say I am MORE mature simply because I have broadened my horizons and I am interested in all sorts of areas.
Moving along: she met her future husband when she was 19 and that was it. She's married a lovely man in a beautiful ceremony and now she's six weeks out from having her first child. Her life isn't perfect by any means but she couldn't have asked for a more wonderful start. She lives in a brand new, enormous house on a massive farm. She's rich and she has horses, dogs, a cat, a big garden and an amazing car and she's only 25. There's no doubt about it: she knows what she wants in life and she gets it. Not only that, she's really pretty and can flirt like there's no tomorrow. She is a great conversationalist and always the centre of attention. She's confident and self assured. Guys are always hitting on her. She even told me that a workman from a neighbouring farm hit on her last week and she's married and 7 1/2 months pregnant!!! What the heck?!
It's no wonder I feel fat, frumpy and tongue tied when she's around. Our conversation largely consists of her and her life and her calling me a dag because apparently I have an odd sense of humour. So what if I'm quirky? So what if I haven't had a boyfriend (and god knows if I ever will since my flirting skills suck so much - I'm shy alright! That doesn't mean I won't say yes if you ask me! Why should I have to ask? Not all girls have to be confident because surely not all guys find that sexy?) We talk about her all the time and how great her sex life is and how much of a pain it is to be pregnant. You know some of us are terrified that we're going to end up alone and never have any children of our own! And if I dare complain about it's the same old, "well you just need to be more confident and flirt. Nothing will come to you if you don't put yourself out there." Yeah well I don't want to simper and fawn! I want to meet someone who will talk with me and make me feel comfortable. I am shy and I don't want to be rushed into something and expected to have sex on the first date. I don't like touching someone as a form of flirting because frankly I'd be a little alarmed if some guy did that to me the first time we met and started talking. She never asks me what's going on in my life and she's constantly making me feel like an idiot because she always has such a tremendously strong opinion that you doubt yourself and start believing that maybe she is right.
I don't like her freakin friend okay! (Something we argue about more than anything else) And I am effin' entitled to my opinion! She's a horrible person who has upset all the other friends in their social circle and my sister still can't see it. This person didn't come to the hen's night and on the wedding night, after I had given my speech, she decided to upstage me by doing her own speech. She tried to make it look like she wasn't getting up on her soap box by making the other two bridemaids get up there with her - one of which was quite drunk and going through some horrible family issues and all three of them made terrible speeches. And then, my sister blames the drunk one and says how dare she do that on my sister's wedding night instead of caring about how much her friend is hurting. I mean, who does that? Yes, your wedding is a very special day and your friends should leave their problems at home but life happens and I can't believe she can be so on the side of one friend (who everyone else hates) and so mad at another who has been a far longer friend and had a lot of things going on in her life and was dragged into making a speech that she never should have had to make.
In the end it is so humiliating to be jealous of her and I am trying so hard to be me and improve in my own way and I should be grateful to have advice from her (or so everyone and my conscious keeps telling me) but you know what? I don't freakin' want any of it!!! I don't want these feelings and I just want to be me. I want to be able to see her and not have a complete meltdown. Is that too much to ask for? I want to have a few of my own wins in life and I want to freakin do it myself! I don't need advice from someone who's basically got lucky. Yeah I admit I thought and probably still think I am smarter and more widely read than her. I admit that I did better in school than her and thought that I was always better than her and I freakin hate that I even thought that in the first place because I never thought I was that type of person. I hate myself and I hate that I do that as well and that I am so freakin hard on myself. I just wish my chaotic thoughts would take a backseat for a change and leave me the alone because you know what? Life is meant to be enjoyed and not endured and right now I just can't figure out how to enjoy it at all. I don't want to feel like I am struggling because I want to feel like I am being challenged and I want to enjoy the journey instead of constantly feeling exhausted by my feelings.
#jealous #sister #friends #sad #upset #panic #attack #meltdown #envious #envy #my #life #hate #myself
My relationship is ending I'm pretty sure but I can't let go of him , he's no good for my mental health but I love him, I see all my single friends live there life and pretty much fuck anyone and everyone , always telling stories about there wild nights , I fucking miss it but I can't and don't want to leave him
I hate christmas and every other holiday or birthdays and stuff. I could throw up when one of those days come. I get so angry that I have to calm myself down by playing counter strike.
#christmas #birthday #holiday #counterstrike #calm #down #day
I tell you, the day I get over my depression and forgiveness, would be the day of your painful demise. You already have judged and betrayed me a lot ever since I met you, and I won't have any problem in bringing all that out at once, and devastate you. I tell you again, You won't get away after ruining me this easily. Its just I'm waiting for the right moment to happen.
Motherf*****r.
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