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I cheated on my gf of 5 years with her best friend. I had been doing so since 1 year now. I kept lying to both of them that I dont talk to the other person but yesterday they both found out about it and now have broken up with me. I feel guilty and sorry inside for doing such a terrible thing. I love my Gf of 5 years a lot but developed a strong feeling for her friend as well last year and i ended up doing such a terrible thing. I feel guilty inside and am unable to forgive myself. Also it pains me inside when i think about how heart broken the girls are because of me. I have honestly apologised for my mistakes but they are not ready to talk to me anymore.
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I have a girlfriend. And I love her. But before her, there was someone else. We never really got anywhere worth writing home about, this other girl. She was in a difficult place at the time. So we just flirted, kept up a certain level of sexual tension, while still keeping each other at arm's length. It was, strangely, fun. Let's call her Mary.
Then, I started dating the girl that would be my girlfriend. She was hard to get and even harder to read. A real spitfire who'd never let me get away with anything. Everyone she meant would say that there’s something about her that just leaves you enthralled but you just don't know what exactly. It's something. Call her Amy.
Things hit off with Amy. It was a rocky start being who she is but it got somewhere nice, somewhere serious.
But early on with Amy, Mary and I kept texting and kept interacting on social media. We would comment on each other's photos how hot we thought the other was. Amy didn't mind. Mary was a friend, after all. In the DMs, Mary always talked about how we should get some coffee sometime; how we should maybe get a drink. Just us. She knew about Amy, though. We talked about Amy sometimes, so she knew.
The plans for coffee or drinks never went anywhere. I just kept saying, "Yeah. Maybe."
It didn't go anywhere until one day, it did.
Amy was out of town. And Mary dropped a selfie on my DMs saying she in a cafe downtown alone. I thought about for a while. Then I hopped on my car and went for it. "What harm could some coffee do?" I thought at the time.
I got there and we talked. She talked about med school and I talked about my own shit. It was, in a word, surreal. Then she asked me to walk her to the toilet. It was up some stairs and away from prying eyes. Before she went in she gave me a hug and, out of habit and shock, I hugged her back. My heart was racing. She pulled back and held my face in her hands, then wrapped them around the back of my neck gently.
"You're an amazing guy, you know that?" She said, her face close to mine. She was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful people I've ever known.
I smiled.
We stared at each other for a while, arms locked around each other. In any other situation, this is where I would go in for a kiss.
But no, I just said, "You should go in, Mary. I'll downstairs."
I don't know if it was guilt or something else. Maybe a part of me had finally decided to admit what my concious mind wouldn't: that I was cheating on Amy.
When she went in, I called up my bestfriend. I told him to call me in 10 mins with some fake emergency. He knew where I was and who I was with, so he agreed. No questions asked.
When Mary returned, we continued talking for a little bit before my bestfriend called. I left that cafe on the whim of some fake emergency that afternoon. Despite that, I was one of the best non-date dates I've ever had.
A few days later, Mary stopped interacting with me on social media. No likes, no comments. She stopped the DMs and when I would try, she would respond but only to be respectful, I felt like.
And so eventually, I stopped.
A few weeks had passed and I got a DM out of the blue from Mary. I remember I had just woken up that summer day when I got it.
"I meant what I said. You're an amazing guy. Wish you the best. Take care of yourself."
I never responded. I didn't know how to. I didn't know what it meant.
That was three years ago. I don't see Mary anymore. I don't speak to her, whether in person or online. But sometimes, during the late nights, I think about that day in the cafe and about what that message, that seemed too much like a goodbye, meant.
Amy, to this day, doesn't know about it. And I've never done anything like that since. We're happier than we've ever been now and things are going great.
Mary hasn't dated anyone since, I don't think. But I see her online, looking happy and still in med school.
I'm writing this now because it's been three years. All that time and I still think about Mary.
My fiancé and i jut found out that i am six weeks pregnant.
lately I've been having these weird dreams about cheating on him with friends, ex boyfriends, strangers, anybody.
i love him, and i don't know why my subconscious is putting these images in my brain..
I am 20 yrs old my 45yr husband can't satisfy me completely and suggested I try to find a boyfriend. No problem many guys hit on me constantly I chose two of our nieghbors who I have been talking to lately. They did show up seprately so it was one at a time the second one even went down on me even after I told him I haven't had time to dry off from the ladt guy. Now they stop by almost every day. My husband is jealous now since its obvious i enjoy having my two other boyfriend's stopping by to fuck me almost every day. Lately its been both at the same time and that has been having me orgasm for an hour almost nonstop.
When my dad's dog died I was actually happy at first. He was old and no longer able to control his bowels while also being more demanding than usual. He was always a bit of a nuisance due to my parents not training him at all and in age became worse through no real fault of his own. He was clearly suffering since his legs had failed entirely. He got put down after vomiting blood.
After a few days I began to remember his puppyhood and felt emotional. He was a trouble maker but never malicious. He wasn't a bad dog, maybe he could had been trained better but he was not bad.
He seemed so scared when he was in his final days of existence. I want to know his pain has ended and he is in Heaven not some eerie plane of non-existence.
I gave him a bath and cooked chicken with a tasty sauce for the dog in his sunset hours. I didn't actually know he was going to be put down that day.
I wish I had cared for him more in his life. Now I feel a void. He was a nice dog. He didn't deserve to die and it hurt to watch him suffering. I feel like a shit person.
I kissed my cousin but i have a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend and shes my best friend.
I've been with my boyfriend for about 5 years. I Convinced him to move out of state with me. He thinks we are so in love and as much as I'd like to believe I love him so Much, I cheated on him multiple times with different men. The guilt is eating me alive but can not bring myself to tell him and he's all I have so I can't leave because I'm scared to be alone.
I'd like my boyfriend to become very fat and very ugly because I'm afraid to lose him to another girl who's more attractive than me or anything. And I don't want him to cheat on me.
When I get cloudy af and hookup with my fellownimale playmate, I occasionally like him wetting me in my panty-clad ass before he pulls out.
Wearing my wife'st quetly "borrowed" thongs usually.
She welcomes me home when I arrive after man time, and underneath my Carhartt's I have her panties on, and an ass ausually hung man's bare cock filled with cum and piss less than 30 minutes before.
I love her :)
Smoke hits my lungs, panties go on, bottom slut personality takes over.
Yay meth. Loveit.
I'm 45, pretty fat, not great looking, and married for 29 years. My husband never was too much for adventurous sex, even when I was skinny and pretty with nice firm, big tits. For the last 10 years I've been fucking any cock that will fuck an old fatty like me. Believe it or not there are lots of guys. I know I'm just being used as a place to stick it in and cum but I like that. About 3 years ago I started having anal sex. When I was young it kind of turned me off. I didn't like it because I knew I'd have to suck the cock that came out of the same hole I poop from. But now I think it's the very dirtiness, the nastiness of it that makes me like it. Before my husband fucked me I hadn't done anything but suck 3 cocks. He was the first to fuck me and was the fourth I sucked. Over the last 10 years, I've had exactly 58 cocks inside me, and now I've had 22 up my ass. I've sucked all of them off, plus many more. I was sucking strange cock before I started letting them fuck me. I'd have never believed a fat old cumhole like me can still get plenty of men.
I've cheated in almost all of my exams and quizzes this school year. I sometimes feel guilty but often not. I know I'm only fooling myself but dang i don't know myself anymore and i always doubting my skills and capabilities. I'm really guilty and super pressured right now... I don't know how or can i even maintain that 96-98 grades? i also cheated in our quiz bee huhuhu
I let my wife go to Rosario beach with the girls for a concert. She is 51 but very hot and sexy. The girls decided to go in mini skirts and thong panties with no bra. So they could flirt and tease the guys. Wellyou wife got drunk and started dancing with guys and they started playing with her tits under her top. She has really nice tits. Then they started fingering her pussy and ass, that drives her crazy. They took her to the beach and pushed her down on her knees and she sucked 4 or 5 Dicks and swallowed their cum. After the concert 2 guys took her to a motel, I didn't hear from her for three days. They fucked her ass, pussy and mouth and came in her over and over again with no condoms. She confessed and said she was really sorry. She said she did not like cheating but she had a lot of fun and came like 8 or 9 times. She has since told me they are having another concert in one week, and can she go? I said yes I love her and she had a lot of fun.
I was in love with my first girlfriend, she got pregnant at 19 and I found out I was one of three possible fathers. She married one of the other guys that she thought was most likely the father (I think she married him because he made the most money at the time). One year after they married I ran into her at a bar and we started a 7 year affair. She started fucking other guys besides her husband and I (go figure). And I think even spent some time as a streetwalker. We haven't talked in six years but I can't open myself up to another woman even though I have dated a few good women. Strangely I spend a lot of time fantasizing about MMF threesomes, gangbangs and cuckolds, basically anything associated with a woman being a pure and complete slut. Which is the stuff that infuriated me about my ex. I don't know if I will ever be able to have a normal relationship again.
I've been with my boyfriend for four years...and I've been cheating on him for the last month or so...I feel so ashamed.
I go looking on homemade porn sites for videos of my best friend. She used to be a swinger, and cheated on her husband for years with one lover in particular. I look for her because her lover had a tape of them together. I believe it’s more than one because he did a hidden cam once, then told her about it and she then tagged she loves the camera. I go looking for a hot haired brunettes that are hot and pale biy no such luck yet.
(F) When I was single and the certain man in question was separated we fucked regular.
Stopped when got in relationships again.
But few months ago I sucked his dick made me want to fuck him all over again.
I'm really tempted to bang him again because my bf doesn't make me cum the way this guy does.
I also think I'm in love with him and not my bf. But it's complicated.
I want to cheat on my fiance so bad with another women, or my best friend of 16 years but I'm scared to tell either of them. I don't know if he would like a 3 some, he's pretty insecure even though his dick is huge. And my best friend is sexy and beautiful and having a hard time so I don't think she would but I've always wanted too. We use to fool around when we were little. I even fingered her when we were both just kids and we'd play house where I was the dad and she was the mom. I think I low key love her but I'm also madly in love with my fiance.
Don’t care about Heaven anymore.
My entire life I’ve been a good person. Endlessly helped others. Saved lives.
But my life was a nightmare. Dad tried to kill me because I’m disabled. Mom gave me away for being disabled. Many years of torture & sex abuse.
I overcame it all; only to have a disease that slowly took everything.
Fought for years. Finally got a transplant. I thanked God. I’d loved Jesus my whole life. Now I had a second chance. I was going to give my all to my family. My wife divorced me. Keeps my kids from me.
One of my children almost died & is having trouble dealing with world. Ex got so upset she may die. Other kids depressed now. All of that because her mom moved next to us & caused endless problems.
I’m so sick but can’t afford doctors. Can’t afford to eat. Homeless.
I’m tired. I’m alone. I’m hungry. I’m wet. I’m cold. I just don’t care anymore.
I tried my best. People are alive because I saved their lives. I fed the homeless. I fought for the weak.
But God you don’t seem to care about me. I’m tired of people laughing at my disabilities. Laughing at how I talk. How I walk. How I do things. I act like I think it’s funny too. But it makes me sad.
I loved the whole world. I prayed for everyone in the whole world. But no one seems to love me.
I’m going to try to do a few last kind deeds before I die. But I’m tired of the PTSD. It was bad enough being tortured & raped over & over for years.
God you let them lock me in a dark place all alone for two years. Two years of nothing. No one to talk too. Pitch black. Nearly starved. I was just a little boy God. Why didn’t you love me God?
I worked so much. Helped others. I finally could goto Church. That’s where the nice people were supposed to be.
But even there I was an outcast. Didn’t have enough money to matter to the preachers. Too odd. Too hard to understand. So like always I’d just set there alone. The world just wanted me to be quiet & stay out of the way.
Always treating me like I’m stupid. Treating me like I’m retarded. I’m not. I’m a lot smarter than they ever realized. I just can’t get it out of my mouth right. So they laugh at me and call me stupid.
Well I’m tired of waiting on you to love me God. Tired of waiting on you to help me. Tired of fighting. I don’t want to goto Heaven anymore. No one there will love me either.
I cheat on my wife with 3 other women because they let me fuck their butts and my wife doesn't. Yes, I was a total asshole and asked each one before we started if they'd let me do that. Two other women said no, so I didn't have sex with them. I only cheat because she won't let me buttfuck her.
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