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I had sex with my friend's girlfriend. My friend and her once had sex in my room, so she knew where I stayed. I invited her over on Valentine's day after school, my friend was out of the country at that time, and we just went for it. Great sex, she is very gorgeous and we have kept this secret for a long time now. After some months, my friend got another girl and I also had sex with her also after they had dated for 2 weeks. He knows about this one though, and he has been chasing my girlfriend and exes but failing. I feel bad.
I am a home wrecker.
There is so much more to this story, but here’s a summary.
I dated a guy awhile ago for 5 years and he ended up continually screwing me over. Infidelity, physical abuse and mental abuse for years. When i finally got the courage to leave i just ghosted him. He’s now married, has a home, a kid. Recently we just so happened to meet up at a mutual work retreat. We reconnected and started hooking up throughout the week trip. I knew how to play him. I knew how he was wired. I knew he was married. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me. His wife was made aware of her husbands week fling and ways for her to get proof of this were provided of course. I hate cheaters. Am i a hypocrite? Yes. Do i feel guilty? No. Revenge is bittersweet.
My name is Shamus.
And I confess that I love big cock. I love to suck them. I love to get fucked by them and I love to swallow the big thick loads that come out of them!
#sex #gay #faggot #cocksucker
I put this under waste because I've wasted my life. Here it goes.
I'm bad like really bad. But looking at me you would never know. People are catching on as my life falls apart. I've been living like a quadruple life I guess. I don't even know who I am anymore. I can't think of anything I like. I hate everything and everyone. I have no friends left, the women of my life cheated lied and stole the entire time I've known them. Most of my buddies too. Just users you know. I always offer too much and people gladly accept my generosity. I always try and help but it eventually becomes them being entirely dependent on me. Then they go and I've lost so much in them. I never see the fruits of my labours.
Now I'm totally alone. And financially ruined. Relying on booze and drugs to feel better about the shitty person I am. I pray to god thanking him only, not asking for more. He still rewards me a lot. Gives me great opportunity and strength to conquer challenges. But I can't conquer myself. I want to end my life. Nobody would notice except the few leeches who still cling to my generosity. Everybody I've helped is doing great. I never took time to take care of myself, or set myself up better. My friends, wife, in laws, girlfriends, and associates have all benefitted greatly from my efforts but I'm fucked mentally physically and financially. I even still protect people after they betray me. Keep their secrets, bend to their requests.
I'm going to blow my brains out.
I hate this world, it's ruined anyway. Goodby you fucked up people. There's a good chance that there is someone in your life going through this who helped you a lot. I bet you won't even reach out to repay what's owed. Sick fucking society world wide.
I had sex with my boyfriend's younger brother because he had a much bigger penis. My boyfriend doesn't know but now when we have sex I can't help noticing how small he is and it makes me think that he's kinda pathetic
#cheating #unfaithful #sex #cuck
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.
I made experiences with a lesbian, I mistreated my mother, I am Catholic but love a Muslim.
I am in love with Justin Bieber, Lol. I stole something, I lied, I smoke like a chimney.
That's everything for today.
I am in a relationship with an amazing man. I love him more than anything.
We live thousands of miles apart and parting with him was one of the toughest things ever.
I have a friend who lives in the same dorm as me.
He's shown lots of interest but I've always turned him away. He's not attractive whatsoever, but he's a good friend of mine.
On the weekends, we like to get drunk and play board games in my room.
One particular night, we were playing jenga and trying to put the game away, but I was too drunk to stand. So we both just sat on the floor, his arm draped around me while I continued to sip a drink. He looked at me and asked me, "Are you tired?"
I shook my head and finished my drink. I was extremely intoxicated at this point, but I was still aware of what was happening. He finished his last drink too and I knew he was drunk.
He helped me to my feet and lifted me in his arms (this was normal, he always did this and put me to bed before he left).
He laid me down and looked at me. In that moment I wanted him to leave like usual because I was afraid if he attempted to kiss me, I wasn't going to fight back.
Unfortunately, he leaned down and kissed me and I grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed.
We made out feverishly.
I knew what was going on and knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop.
He lifted his face from me and asked, "Want me to turn off the lights?"
I said yes, obviously. Like I said, I didn't think he was attractive.
We continued to kiss and the whole time, I imagined it was my boyfriend.
We kissed for about 20 minutes until I called a halt and told him he had to go back to his room.
He didn't argue with me. He said okay and left it at that.
After he left, I felt extremely guilty.
I still do.
#cheating #lie #wrong #relationship
Back when I was younger around 19 I was friends with this couple. They were older than me. Like 6 to 7 years older than me. And I just lived across the way so we were within walking distance of each other's houses. I can't remember how he and I first started fuckin but we fucked Everytime she was at work. Or he would walk down to my house early in the morning. We would fuck then. We would go fuck in my truck. If we said we were running somewhere. Every chance we got we were fuckin. He even picked me up off the counter and carried me into the bedroom n fucked me in their bed. It was so wrong n dirty I know.
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.
#confession #cheating #boyfriend #pregnant #affair #daughter #sin #unfaithful
I kissed my cousin but i have a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend and shes my best friend.
I'm a 13 year old girl and I'm bi. I recently had a sleepover with my step-cousin( who is not related to me in any way) and my sister. I was sharing a room with my sis for the week because there was family in town.I had to sleep on the mattress that was on the floor with my cousin who is also a girl. When it was time for bed and the lights were turned out, I started to masturbate. I liked the idea of her catching me. All I kept thinking about was her being curious and letting me eat her out until she came in my mouth. I still get horny just thinking about it.
I cheated on my wife for several years, often with random people.
She lost all interest in sex, and I had a high sex drive (and I was an excellent lover--her words). The only reason I cheated was for sex; we both still loved each other and I wasn't going to leave her, especially after she got sick. This went on for several years, and then she passed away suddenly. I have been buried in guilt ever since. It's strange because I never felt guilty while she was alive; the guilt became very real once she died and I knew that she instantly knew everything that I had done. I wish I had never cheated; it's something I can never undo now.
I have sex with my other women I meet off of dating apps at my home while my girlfriend is at work.
She comes home and we have sex after my cock has been in another womens pussy and mouth.
One time I fucked a 22 year old female and told her I have to go to work so she would leave in time before my girlfriend came home. She left and my girlfriend came home, she started sucking my fat cock after it was in another womens twat (unprotected sex and I came in her pussy). All I was thinking was that she was sucking off the cum and pussy juice of another women I had just fucked an hour earlier.
It's so hot I know I have to stop but I can't. It turns me on to know that I fuck other women and then my girlfriend right after.
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.
Today, I dressed myself as death, with a scythe and a hood and walked through a nursing home.
I never had so much fun in my life before.
#death #scythe #hood #nursing #home #fun #life #confess #evil
I am a woman in a relationship . I love my boyfriend so much and he does love me as well. He has a good white collar job but I work as an attendant in a cafe. I became friends with this guy who worked at the shop next to mine. He was funny, made me laugh and always joked about me leaving my boyfriend for him. I laught the topic off. Usually when we close the shop it's 12 am and no much people are around. One day things got a bit I tense and we had a quickie sex in my shop behind the counter table. It was awkward that we didn't even talk while leaving the food court. My boyfriend picked me up. He had no idea I just did it with another man. I was guilty . He touches me when we are in the car , but I cudnt let him because I was we down there with this other man's cum dripping out of my vagina. I felt so guilty buy the experience was so exciting. At the food court we still talk, it's awkward and we don't bring the topic and pretend nothing happened. However , I am not sure if I can resist myself doing it again if I get the chance to .
I always feel sympathy for boys and end up being with them because I feel sorry for them. Instead of because I like them. They end up cheating on me and I end up being heartbroken and sad.
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