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I love my boyfriend and he means the world to me but there's this other guy I think about all the time
I promised myself I'm done with him yet I find myself coming back and it's tearing me apart
My first day of kindergarten, my teacher Mr.Joel says "Alright we are going on a field trip to the national park ,so I need a girls to board the bus first then boys!"
I wasn't paying attention and I got on the bus first. Mr Joel approached me and sarcastically ask."Excuse me Gregory, are you a girl or boy? "I don't know I said". That moment , that question confused the fuck out of me for the rest of my life. I mean i have a penis but I don't like to look at it because it looks icky. My mom was shitting on the toilet and I was standing in the doorway naked when I was 3 years old telling her I pooped my diaper and all she said was ah fuck not again just like fucking father and she slammed the door and my penis got caught in between it. I screamed and my neighbors took me to the hospital because my mother refused to drive drunk and high. The doctors put ice on it and sent me home. But by the time we got home my mom was asleep so my neighbors made me sleep when there son picaru was two years older the me. I didn't sleep Much that night cause picaru kept sticking Lego's and a hot wheels cars up my butthole and he would tie string around my injured penis and attach to a fishing rod and he would yank hard and reel it up until the line broke. Everytime I screamed he told his parents I was having bad dreams so his dad took off my clothes and laid me on his lap in the living room while we both watched the entire Andy Griffith show season one all night. He didn't molest me or assault me but he did kiss me on the lips a lot and call me 'judy Ann' and 'honey' a lot. Judy Ann was his dead wife's name.fucked up part is the when he drove me to the hospital he hit my dog spider and he promised he would check on him once we got back. I never saw spider again :(.
#death #assault #abandoned #injury #abuse #drugs #trauma #transgender
I lived alone and would flash this younger guy. I was in my 50s he was in his 30s. I never had sex with him. I did allow him to watch me masturbate with a vibrater through my bedroom window. Then he left.
Another time, I met him at a bookstore and walked around flashing him.I was dressed sexy, no bra or panties, stockings, high heels. His jaw dropped when I whipped out a boob. He reminded me about security cameras. I replied “Do I look like I give a fuck? You know he’s watching beating his meat”. Never saw him again.
#sexy #flash #masturbate #beat
I am a married woman for past 20 years. I am happily married.
My Ex BF lives in another country. Yet I am not able to forget my Ex BF. I have met him twice since I got married (20 years) to have sex. We chat on regular basis. We both live very far from each other . I keep on lying and cheating on my husband. My Ex BF is also happily married. We both keep on making new email addresses and chat on whatsapp and phone calls. We do short video chats and share photos all sorts.
I think my husband knows, but whenever he confronts me. I change the email address and assure him that there is nothing between me and my Ex.
Then after sometime, both, my Ex and I are on it again.
Any advice?
I'm hungry but there's nothing here I could eat. I'm considering right now if the plant next to me on my desk is edible...
So I just turned into an adult and my stepdad is my main celebration target. Why do I read such negativative when it comes to sex and stepdads? We are not blood. I don't like the reads because it puts a damper on my plans to go full blown sex with him after us teasing each other for years. Don't spoil my cum.
I eat as much as 7 times an average male would.
I listened to my mother talking to my father and heard that she confessed to have cheated on him. I hate her.
#parents #wtf #confession #cheating
My wife of 14 years is a fat cow. She's about 5ft. 6in, weighs about 220lbs. She has F cup tits and a big, loose, hairy pussy. I force her to do sex things she doesn't want because she turned so fat and ugly. When she was young and hot I did anything she wanted, now it's her turn. When she disobeys me I make her take her punishment. She must put her hands behind her back and lean over at the waist. I then punch her tits from side to side really hard, full force with my fists. They get bruised and I usually end by fucking her from behind.
I have now bought an old cow milker, and hook up her udders to it and make her get milked by the machine for 30 minutes every day. Her nipples have gotten huge, her clit is next.
I'm 34 years old, and my husband and I have been married for 10 years. We both always wanted kids, but his sperm count was low. We agreed to do IVF when we turned 30. But I got impatient. When I was 28, there was this guy in our neighborhood, about ten years younger than us. Really hot, and he seemed into me. So we started having an affair. He was young, but so much more fun than my husband in bed. I'd let him do things I never let my husband do, including anal (which my husband said my ass was made for). It was a fun romp, but I ended up pregnant. Feeling guilty, I confessed to my husband. I didn't want him to have to raise another man's child if he didn't want to. Instead, he was totally okay with it. He said he'd love to watch next time. About two years later, wanting another kid, my husband suggested instead of invitro, we go out and find a guy for me to hook up with, and he'd watch us have sex. We wouldn't use protection, to increase my chances of getting pregnant, and every night I"d bring home a different guy. My husband would hide in the closet and watch us have sex. We'd do this every night until I had a positive pregnancy test. We repeated this again when we were 32, and now that we're 34 we're about to do it again. But I feel a bit guilty, and feel that there's something wrong with it. I mean I don't tell them that I'm on birth control, and they don't use a condom so they know it's a possibility. They're all just one night stands, but still it feels wrong knowing that they'll never know they have offspring out there. Part of me feels like there's nothing wrong with it. I mean it's their choice not to use protection. But part of me feels like they have a right to know.
I hurt my sister by my words my actions. For few incident she blames me well I know I was thinking for her welfare only but still she thinks I m reason to cause her pain. I wish I did things in better way so she could understand my intention. I have temper issue and when anyone blame me and hurt my feelings I just start hurting them by my words. I wish I could be better sister and understood ans handle my relationship with her in better way. My biggest guilt is she thinks her life is miserable because of me. I hope one day she will be truely happy so I can be free from this guilt.
I just needed to get this off my chest because i don't know what to do. I ended up cheating on my boyfriend and i hate myself for it. this literally just happened. i don't know if i should tell him or what. he is so good to me. he's literally the best boyfriend i've had. i love him so much and i don't know how i could do that to him. god i truely hate myself...
I frequently have sex with my wife's sister. She is older, shorter, has bigger tits and is a better fuck then my wife.
I was married for 15 years before I finally had sex with another man. I was 40. I found him on Craigslist. i took a long lunch hour from my work, and drove to his apartment. When I met him, he was dressed only in a bathrobe. We went inside, and I undressed, and he started sucking me. I returned the favor. It was amazing! He laid down on his couch, with his ass in the air, I slipped on a condom, and fucked him. I'd never had anal sex before. After I came, he took off my condom and sucked me. It pretty much became a regular thing after that with other men. I went to one guy's house, and he ate my ass, sucked me, but I got scared and left. I started visiting the booths in adult movie theaters after that. I was sucked by a lot of guys, but I was too scared to reciprocate. I wanted to be fucked in my ass, but I was scared to do that even with a condom. I moved a few hours away after a few months with my wife, and pretty much did the same thing. I hooked up with a few guys at my place while she was at work, and hit the adult theater in town and did some sucking and jacking off with guys there. The last time I fucked a guy was in a theater, and he had a massive cock. I was planning on sucking him, but he was sitting down, and spread the cheeks of his ass, and I knew he wanted me to fuck him. I didn't have a condom, but he said just to do it, and I slid my cock inside him and exploded in his ass. I was scared of getting an STD, so after that I was tested and came up negative, and decided to play it safe. I met a few guys after that, and not surprisingly the marriage ended up in divorce. All told, during the marriage I was playing with guys on and off for about 15 years, but I never got caught. After the divorce, I remarried, and stopped playing around. I think I did it only because there was no sex in the first marriage. But I have a fond memory of fucking that last guy's ass. Still makes me hard. I guess I'm bi, but I don't feel like I need to act on it any longer. My new wife and I are really happy in bed, and she has no limits. I don't think I'll do it again with another guy, even though the thought makes me hot. I couldn't do it to my wife. The first wife was a bitch from hell, so I didn't mind cheating. Now, though, my new wife is great, and I just couldn't do it to her.
We talked for 4 months but only met once cause im married. Because of the constant talking i was really into him but things fizzled cause i couldn't get out enough..... well i have a lot more free time now and have considered reaching out to him but is a year and a half too long? He's already messaged my online profile but with no pic he has no idea it's me.
I'm going to kill myself. I'm not sure when but I can feel my death stalking me every second of the day. I had a stroke at a pretty young age a few years ago. I didn't have any physical residual problems but emotionally I'm fried. I have a constant feeling of dread that lives deep in my gut, something that seems to be stuck inside my esophagus. Sometimes I feel ok, but thoughts of how I'm going to die are never far from my mind. I really want it to end.
I cheated on my boyfriend once. We have been together for seven years. It hurts me to think about it, but one more time, I ask for forgiveness and to forget it from my mind forever.
I barely knew the guy. I was 18 and I had only ever had sex with my boyfriend. I began feeling like I was missing out, that maybe I wanted to try with someone else once. I regret it. I pretend it never happened. My boyfriend started to make me dinner. I told him I was going out for a little while to get away and think. I met the guy. I didn't actually plan on going home with him, but when he showed up, he was really nice and we got along well. My boyfriend texted me a picture of the dinner he made and told me it was ready and asked if I was coming home.
I curse at myself for not going straight home. If I could rewind, I would have never left that day, I would have never contacted that guy, and I would have stayed home with my boyfriend and ate the dinner he made me.
The guy told me he would never make me do anything I didn't want to do. But I went with him anyway. I told myself I would just hang out for a little while. It had been three hours and I was debating in my head if I would do it or not. I told myself that I was already there and that I should just get it over with so I could have that experience and so I could find out if I really wanted to be with my boyfriend. I ended up having sex with the guy and by the time it was over it was past midnight. I did not even really enjoy it. The guy asked if I wanted to stay over, but he said that the only thing was that he would have to wake up early the next morning for something he had to do. I said no and he drove me home, and thank god he did!
When he was driving me home we passed by my house and I saw my boyfriend waiting outside, staring at his phone. I looked at my phone and realized that he had sent me a whole bunch of messages and calls, my mom, brother, and dad had called. I told the guy to drop me off a block away from my house and I went home.
When my boyfriend saw me walking around the corner, I could tell he had been crying. He started crying again. It broke me into a million pieces to see him that way. He was shaken and he was worried. He was so happy to see me home. He told me that he had called my mom and dad and everyone we knew, he had even called the cops. I noticed that he had not even touched the dinner that he made me, it sat cold on the stove. It hurt even more. The cops came by to ask if everything was okay and i was forced to call my mom and dad who were states away and tell them everything was okay. They had been ready to come pick me up.
At first I told my boyfriend that I had met some friends in town and that they had wanted to hang out and my phone was on silent. (that story is mainly for my family) but I ended up telling him about the guy because he had gone through my messages and saw pictures of him. I told him it was just a friend I had met and that he was gay, because he really did seem to be gay. He had been a male model but he wasn't gay. He just looked like it.
Unfortunately it didn't stop there, it happened once more when my boyfriend had gotten mad because I didn't want him to meet the guy. It lasted maybe three to five minutes so I regretted that even more. We ended up moving back to my home state of New Jersey because our jobs had failed. Once back in our home state, things got better. We should have never left. It was almost as if it never happened. But I started thinking about it again and I was sad. My boyfriend would comfort me without knowing what was really wrong.
I thought maybe he didn't know. So tonight, I told him I don't like to think about that time. And he kind of understood. It was like an unspoken agreement. I told him I loved him so much and I would never ever hurt him like that. He trusts me a lot. And I brought up that incident and I couldn't believe my ears at what he said.
I knew that he had done something similar in the beginning of our relationship and he was so guilty he cried for hours and he stopped talking to any other girls and wouldn't even go near them. That is how I am now but with all the guys.
He told me that sometimes he thinks about that time away from our home in New Jersey and that he wonders if anything did happen with me and that guy, but he told me that whenever he thinks about that time, he knew that even if anything DID happen between me and that guy, he reminds himself that I had come home to HIM and I have never gone out again. He trusts me even more now that I have gotten it out of my system and I know deep in my heart that I would never do anything like that again. If I ever think about having sex with anyone other than my boyfriend, it disgusts me. I love him so much and we plan on getting married.
I am happy once again. Other girls may be debating on doing this (please don't make this mistake if you truly love the guy you're with, but then again sometimes you have to know for sure. All I ask is that you never cheat on your husband. Because you have already made that permanent commitment.), and other girls may look at this and call me a slut. I don't care, I know who I am and what kind of person I am. I am a good person who truly had a lapse during that time and I truly know that I fucked up. I know that I will never do it again. My boyfriend and I want to get married. Some people may scoff at that, but again, I couldn't care less. Fuck 'em I say. He is happy with me and trusts me completely and I am happy with him and trust him completely. For those people who think I will probably do it again, I will prove you wrong. In fact, you already are wrong.
My husband doesn't eat me the way I wish he would. I could do an awesome job. Now I think of trying my ways on a girl to see if I could give her great pleasure. Am I turning lesbian?
I am a 42 year old guy happily married to a woman my age, a tall redhead who is in excellent shape and as goodlooking as she was when we started dating 20 years ago. We still have a good sex life, though it’s not frequent. We still mix up the routine a bit, and she still gives me head, and very well too. No matter what we do, though, one thing always happens: I go down on her. In 20 years, time and again, I haven't fooled around with her without licking her to orgasm. She absolutely loves it, and so do I.
All this is set up for something weird that happened about three years ago. My wife teaches at a college and at the end of the semester she went out with some colleagues for dinner then a bar. In the past she’s often gotten quite drunk at these events and gets home late. This particular time, she promised me she’d be back early because we wanted to fuck. It’d been a while. So once the kids were asleep I surfed some porn to get myself nicely primed, and waited. At about 11 she called to say she was going with a few people to smoke a joint in a park, then she’d come home. She happened to mention one colleague, let's call him Will, was going too. He was a colleague she talked about quite a bit, enough for me to think she had a crush on him, but not enough for me to be worried. I could hear people laughing and having fun in the background. I waited more and started getting worried at about 12:30. Finally, I heard the key in the door. It was past 1, but I wasn’t tired at all. I was raring to go. When she came in to the room she apologized for being late and said that they’d all had to go back to Will’s house to get the joint before going to the park. She undressed and we started making out and I rubbed her pussy. It was immediately pretty intense. Once she was about to come I shimmied down the bed to eat her out, but she kept pushing me away and said she didn’t want me to do that and she just wanted to fuck. That was strange. I told her I wanted to, and she said she didn’t want to again. I asked her why and she said nothing, and I said “just for a bit, okay?” She clearly wanted me to lick her, but something was preventing her from giving me the go ahead. Finally she said okay and I went at it.
It was only when I started licking her slit that I wondered if the reason she'd tried to stop me was that she’d fucked someone else earlier in the night and felt bad having my mouth where someone else’s cock had been. It wasn’t just the weird way she was acting or the fact that she’d tried to discourage me from giving her head (again, it had never happened before, and hasn’t happened since). It was also that her pussy was extra wet and tasted very different, quite a bit more salty and gamey. Whatever the reason it wasn't gross at all, in fact it was an incredible turn on. After she came, which was pretty soon, I crawled up onto her and I fucked her. While I did I whispered into her ear, "why didn't you want me to go down on you?" She said only “I was already so turned on I was worried it’d be too intense.” I said “really?” completely not believing it, but she only said “yes.” I came almost right away after that.
To this day I have no idea what happened that night. The only hint of anything else weird since then is that from then on she has barely mentioned Will at all, maybe one or twice. She used to talk about him pretty often. I think about that night a lot, wondering. Sometimes I like the idea that she went out and had some fun with someone else. It's not only a turn on to think of her doing someone else, which I imagine would be pretty fun and passionate for her after 20 years with the same person. I also like the idea that she would have this secret, something to look back on a feel horny, proud of herself, or just surprised at herself. Other times, when I think about it, it makes me sad and jealous. Most of the time, though, I have to admit it was probably all in my head. Probably she did just go to the park and smoke a joint, and the reason she didn’t want me to go down on her was that it was a hot, humid day and that she’d been biking all day. I guess I’ll never know, because there's no way I'm going to ask.
#cheating #oral #sex #confession
I'm married, 31 and I have kids. We live across from the local high school. I work from home and my wife works away. I noticed some of the girls walking past daily, and soon started chatting with them. Before long, we got very friendly. Two friends, both in grade 10 knew my son, so we had lots to talk about. With a little effort, one of them came to visit, sexy, big boobs for her age, tall and friendly. I kept flirting, and landed the occasional hand on the shoulder. Told her I'd be back now, and called her after a while. When she walked in, I was stroking my cock. Soon I was ramming her tiny pussy, hard, forcefully. It turned into a 4-times weekly thing. I'd love for her to get pregnant, and love to dominate her, inflicting pain, forcing her, and also getting her tied up. I'm sure I'll get caught eventually, but a young schoolgirl tied, helpless, calling me daddy and begging me hurt her as I please, is worth more than the shit I'd get. I get off on hurting her, especially slapping her and biting her all over. Last week I punched her, hard, in the face and on her tit, and she cried! I fucked her hard and sent her home. Her folks saw the marks and she got big trouble. Love it
#young #cheating #abuse #forced #schoolgirl
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