No subscription or hidden extras
Read the best #eating confession stories
I'm so lonely, I really want someone to play with my hair. I'm so thirsty, I want to go down on a cute girl or femboy or trans. Aslong as while I'm going down my hair is played with.
Im currently in an 2 year relationship and im 20 years old. but I always had a crush on my best friends sister. but now im studying in the same town as the sister and my girlfriend is far away. I am constantly thinking of cheating. but also that makes me feel so bad. because I really enjoy being with both of them. Ive known my gf for almost 5 years now and im still in love with her. but im feeling a bit left out i wanted her te be more dependent on me. but i can still be myself and feel really good when im wih her. But when i went to party with the sister she is so nice and funny. I actually did all the things i wanted to with my gf to her. i gave her my coat, i carried her to our bikes, i drove her to her home, made sure she was in bed ok. but i feel really guilty of having these thoughts of cheating. what should i do?
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.
When I was 15 I was diagnosed with Anorexia after taking a really bad mental fall. It's been many years later and I never fully recovered, but I find myself constantly restricting and vomiting, and always feeling disgusted with myself. I have a 19.7 BMI, but it's not good enough. I really want to get underweight to prove to others that I am skinny, I am in control, I want to scare people, I find a numbing feeling that comes with this, and I love it.
Of course, the side effects of the disease is wretched and I think of how lovely recovery would be. I'm not here to get hate, Im just here to confess. I already seek therapy.
A few years ago, when I was 15, there was a very nice but very big girl working at the same store. She and I always had a good rapport but she was about 5ft. 5in and weight about 260lbs. She had huge breasts, but the big size never did anything for me. She was 19 and had a 4 year old son by her 21 year old husband. He knocked her up at 14, married her and at 15 she had the baby. He beat her when he would drink which was several times a week. We worked several evening shifts together and many times were the only ones in the store. She knew I was a virgin, and would make sure every now and then that I could see her tits or even her hairy pussy. Then one time when we had the store locked and were cleaning up, she came into the storeroom and kissed me full on the lips. Not just a peck but a heated, passionate kiss. She said she'd wanted to do that for a long time, and I thanked her and returned her kiss with another. She backed off, and started taking off her dress, then her slip, bra and huge granny panties. She stood before me totally naked, huge tits with pink aureola and thick nipples that stood out about 1/2 inch. Her meaty pussy lips were half hidden under her belly but she lifted her belly for me to enjoy the full view of her black pussy hair, and there was plenty of that hair.
"I won't fuck you, I won't do that to my husband, but I want you to be the only other person who's seen me naked like this" she said
I moved over to her and kissing her again, placed my hand on her pussy, took my mouth to her left nipple, and whispered, then just let me feel what it's like. She let me finger her, and told me to put three fingers into her pussy while I sucked her massive tits, my teeth rolling around those big, rubbery nipples. She moaned and pulled my pants down, I took off my shirt and I knew I was getting my first piece of pussy. I didn't care that it was a fat married girl my cock was hard and wanted pussy.
"I won't let you fuck me" she said again
"Then what are we doing?" I asked
She said she'd suck me and started. I then laid her on the carpeted floor and lain next to her. She was grabbing at my cock and I at her tits and pussy.
"Let me just put it in to feel what one feels like, and to feel what your husband feels. I won't fuck you, only push in and just hold it" I asked
She said that was OK and laid back and spread her legs and closed her eyes. I got on top of her and pushed my 7 inches into her married, fat cunt. "Just hold it there, don't move it around" she told me.
I did just hold it there, telling her how wonderful she felt and that I was glad that she let me have my first feel of a pussy on my cock. She wanted to fuck but held back and made me pull out. As she was rolling over I saw that pink rosebud of her asshole.
"What about back her" I asked as I touched her asshole. "Does he do it to you back here"
"No, no one has ever done that to me" she commented
"What if we do it then? If he doesn't fuck you there, then it's not like you're taking something away from him, and it'll be a sort of mutual thing, two virgins fucking"
"No it will hurt" she said
Having had a cock up my ass once when very young and very unprepared, I vowed to never hurt anyone like that, and I told her I'd be gentle. She stood up and walked to the office totally naked, and got out a jar of Vaseline and rubbed some up into her asshole, and put some all over my cock. She then rolled over on her stomach and reached back and spread her butt cheeks exposing my target. I told her to roll on her back and she did pulling her legs up to give me a full view of her big tits, luscious mouth, hairy pussy, and that tight looking sphincter.
I leaned in kissing her and pushed my cock into her and inch at a time. Once it I gave her time to get used to it and she was through squeezing her ass muscles (which almost made me cum), I began slowly and gently pumping my cock into her ass.
"Is it like you thought? Do you like it this way?" she asked
"yeah, it's great. I liked your pussy too" I whispered back
"That's for my husband but my mouth is for both of you, and this. . . my ass, is only for you"
I kissed her and tweaked both her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and she started bucking and heaving, breathing heavily, and was actually cumming. That made me shoot off and I couldn't help it I found I was ramming my cock in and out of her to the hilt everytime, and going very fast but she was cumming. I shot rope after rope up into her. As I was doing that and kissing her with our tongues going crazy, I kept remember the man who fucked me, this was the way he was acting, this was what he was feeling, only I had a woman with a pussy behind me.
After that we had oral sex (she taught me how to eat pussy well) and anal sex. Every once in a while she'd let me stick my cock inside her pussy. She got to where she would sometimes get a bit demanding and would make me eat her pussy after her husband had fucked her. She liked getting rid of his sperm and liked making me eat it I think. Then I could always fuck her ass, hard and fast. Finally one of the times I was inside her pussy, I started pumping and she tried to make me stop. I held her arms down and fucked that fat cunt and came buckets into her. It was my first piece of pussy. Unfortunately I guess I raped her to get it. She stopped letting me fuck her for about a month, then we started in again, right as I was about to slip my cock into her asshole she reached down and put it in her pussy.
"Fuck me baby, fuck me like I'm your woman"
I did and after I shot another big load up her cunt, she told me she was pregnant and that he husband had been out of town during the time she could have been fertile, which means the baby was mine. I had gotten her pregnant while I was raping her pussy.
She stayed with her husband, which was good as I had lots of college plans, moving plans, and had plans of laying girls who weren't so damn fat in my future. During her pregnancy I got to nurse on her (and after as well) fuck her in the pussy or ass or mouth as my choosing, then about 3 months after the baby she quit. I went on to a great job, traveling internationally, have several svelte girlfriends, and never looked back. Though I can say that any woman who has not been a one night stand, has had to take it up the ass as well as the other two holes. I guess I'm an anal addict now, after all that was my first way of getting laid.
I'm leaving my wife today. She doesn't know it yet. I said I forgave her the first time she cheated. I tried to and I wanted to. She did it again. Im done.
I said yes to another girl's proposal even though I was in a relationship. I couldn't stop myself as the girl that proposed me was my crush back in school and I find her really attractive. She had no idea I was in a relationship. I guess I had to let her know myself when we became friends.
I have to begin with a bit of a backstory. I met my (now ex) girlfriend 3 years ago at a party of a mutual friend. We hit it off rather quickly and I fell in love with her that same night. Because of me still going to university, we could only see each other at the weekend, as I am lived 3 hours away from home. Around 4 months into our relationship she confessed to me that she had slept with another man, because she felt lonely and desperate. She apologized profusely and I believed her - mistake no 1. I had one more year of university left and as I was told afterwards, she cheated on me several times with several different men during that period.After I got my degree, we both moved to another city. At first everything was great, living together seemed and felt like the right thing. I loved her so much. But it didn't take long until she became quite hostile and reserved towards me. She would try to start a fight every chance she got and made mountains out of molehills (if you know what I mean)We stopped having sex long ago, affection was long gone and this went one for a couple of months. And that's when she confessed that she's been seeing someone else for quite a while now. She said she wanted to break up with me and move in with the other man.She moved out immediately after this talk. I was so heartbroken. I broke off every kind of contact to her, even when she offered to stay friends. I just couldn't take it.Now to my confession: I am still living in the same apartment I used to live in with her. Two weeks ago, a letter was sent to my apartment addressed to her. At first I thought I would just throw it away, as I did with every other letter I got with her name on it. But I was just too curious. It was a letter from her credit card institute. It was the third reminder sent to pay for some long overdue debts she had and if she would not pay within 10 days they would take legal measures.I really considered telling her about that letter but that's when she sent me a really ugly message on Facebook. She insulted me and named me quite a few things, as she "found out" that I told my friends about why we broke up (b/c she cheated on me). She said I had ruined her reputation and that she would "sue more for all I have" and "cut my dick off"... stuff like that. It was really bad...So, I decided to not tell her about that letter.Please forgive me, but I really hope she gets some hell for what she did to me.
#ex #girlfriend #revenge #cheating #bitch #vengeful #confession
I love my boyfriend... he's very hot and fit with a shit tonne of money from his family. But he's got a tiny pathetic cock and he's so weak! I used to think I could deal with it but I can't... I also have a dirty little secret... I love seeing him humiliated and bullied! He's sooo submissive which makes him very easy to bully to get my way. It turns me into a huge slut! :S
Does anyone want to blackmail him for me on Skype? jack.hope39 is his account. The meaner, the better? You can probably force him to let me fuck you or get a couple of grand off him or just make hi your bitch and force him to do whatever you want... At the very least he's got pictures of all his friends and family because I've seen them which is disgusting!. Remember he's all about appearances.
For the record, I'm 5ft4, blonde, blue eyes, 34DD and cute.
Save your conversations with him so I can read them! email is cookiecrumble at hot mail dot com
Claire
I recently got tricked into going to my cousin’s wedding after party. I’m not into weddings, don’t get all the fuss over it and see it as a waste of money and sanity. Of course, strange things happen at them. Occasionally, something good.
My cousin and I are not close and rarely see each other. We’re polar opposites but have nothing in common. We do now. His new wife. At the reception after party his wife came up to me to introduce herself as I rarely attend family functions. I figured it would be yet another meet and greet then onto the next person. Nope.
We started talking and she actually was interesting. She looked like a naive, young bimbo and I’ll freely admit I didn’t think much of her because she was with my Jughead looking cousin. I had more common interests with her than I ever did him. Or was it just her flirting her butt off?
Regardless, we slipped out back to have a more in depth discussion on a topic I actually take seriously. She starts in with the dirty talk. Woah is this girl drunk already, or does my cousin just suck like I assumed? Who cares. Grabs my crotch and starts nibbling on my ear. For once in my life I amazingly say nothing and just go with it.
She wasn’t drunk but I had feelings she was just curious as I’m often the mystery guy as i do my own thing and try to avoid anything nerve wracking. I seem to attract it, even when minding my own business out back.
She started kissing me and I kissed her strongly right back. Became a full blown make out session. She stops, licks her lips, smiles and says “I had to get that off my chest.” I just stare at her smirking. She says I’ll be back. I roll my eyes and am shaking my head trying not to laugh as she went back to the wedding table with my cousin.
Another cousin of mine I actually like came up and says what was that all about? I acted like I didn’t know what she meant. She said ****’’a new wife was all flirty. “Is she drunk -already?” I guess so. Just met the girl. She’s friendly.
i went back to my table out back and attempted to enjoy all the crappy, cheesy Coldplay and all the lovely CCR and Eminem without wanting to shoot myself, so I went outside to get some quiet. I went further around back as the smokers were dominating the front area.
Around back I saw one of the cute bridesmaids. Brief chitchat. She is definitely drunk and starts relaying how my cousins’ wife is a whore. I smiled. She then asked what made me smile. Oh just a hunch.
She then said she’ll pick one hot guy and screw his brains out. I asked is this is a common occurrence at weddings. She said oh yes and that they all screwed anyone they deemed fascinating or attractive. Seemed like a regular answer knowing how some people can be at weddings.
She then said that she saw her dressing me down at the reception. I rolled my eyes. She said I guarantee you’ll be inside her in some capacity before the night is over. She headed back inside beyond trashed. I just started laughing to myself. Man my cousin can sure pick them. Another cheating hoe supposedly in love with my yucky cus but cheating already.
I went back inside and there she was. Her dress now somehow became a skirt. Great legs, killer a** and a pretty nice rack. Well hello there. I smiled and walked back to my table: She followed. She starts asking a lot of questions. Beyond annoying. I said “do you want to get something more off your chest, or is that just commonplace for you?” She started giggling.
I smirked as I can’t smile like regular people amazingly can. She told me even though she loves my cousin and they’d known each other for years (she was his deceased wife’s close friend), that she loves meeting new people and she’s never seen me. I started thinking of the drunken bridesmaid’s comments. The load of bull this chick just gave me, but I’ll humor her. Let’s see where this goes.
She told me she wanted to f**k but there was no real way to do it, even though I could tell she was nervous. I said that there must be a basement or back door closet, why the hell not? She starts giggling and licking her lips. “You’re a naughty one, where’s he been keeping you?”
She went back to my cousin who per usual is trashed out of his mind. At least he had an excuse here. One of the few things he does well is get loaded and insult people.I look over in disgust. It wasn’t the slutty wife he just married who was much like his dead wife in that department, only she was actually attractive, but the drunken, skinny bigot she just married. What a joke.
I immediately started laughing and badly I must say. I sounded like the joker. I grabbed a beer and went back outside: I must’ve been out there a solid 20-25 minutes before I realized she was about 5 feet away from me grinning. I know that look. Fine by me I hate my loser cousin anyway and hey she started this, I’ll gladly finish.I did. Twice..
We found an old closet full of chairs and folding tables they used for functions at the hall. She went down on me and me her. We got it on, on an old tent type of surface. After I finished the first time we both started laughing. She got dressed and said “meet me back here in a couple hours, I want some more.”
I highly doubted that would happen again as in a couple hours she’s likely be in a hotel while my cousin slept it off. Wrong again. We met again back at the closet and hour and a half later and redux. Again, once more only this time against a wall.
I never saw her again in that capacity. It was as if she needed one last hurrah before she went off with my cus. Of course they were already married when I met her so perhaps I got a quality…
In 3 years of relationship I cheated on my girlfriend 7 times. She didn't know anything about it but now she left me for another men.
Please God, forgive me and her for our sins.
#sins #god #forgive #relationship #cheating
When I was 15, I got asked to be in my cousin’s wedding—my first time as a bridesmaid. Our tea-length bridesmaid dresses had a low, scoop neckline that wasn’t especially revealing on the three older, smaller-chested bridesmaids who barely had any cleavage but, on me, it bared my rather big and blindingly white boobs to anyone who cared to look—which lots of guys did, and I could do nothing about. (Mom had bought me a pretty lace push-up bra and panty set for the occasion.)
The groomsman I was paired with to escort me down the church aisle was 30, big-muscled and really good looking. My boyfriend (16) and my parents were also at the wedding, but my groomsman kept checking me out anyway, especially my embarrassingly jiggly boobs, and it made me feel both self-conscious and kind of sexy.
After the reception dinner, my boyfriend (who didn't really know anyone) wanted to ditch the wedding stuff and use the hotel pool, but I was obligated to stay, where I danced and flirted with my muscly groomsman, pressing my rather exposed boobs against his chest during the slow dances and feeling his reaction as he got hard down there, grinding me a couple times. I got served champagne by waiters fooled by my boobs and bridesmaid attire into thinking I was 21, and ended up a little tipsy. My new friend amused himself by slipping cold ice cubes from his whiskey down my cleavage when no one was looking, then snuck me up the elevator to his room where we got naked and into his bed, ready to get to know each other better.
I thought we might have a quickie, but he took his sweet time with me. Pinned underneath him and probably half his weight, I wasn’t going anywhere, though I worried my absence at the reception would soon get noticed. He feasted on my boobs like he hadn’t just had dinner, then fucked me for well over an hour without using any protection. I had always made my boyfriend wear a condom, but had to admit it felt damned good and more intimate without that artificial barrier between us. His big-chested, broad-shouldered physique and all those rippling muscles were a refreshing change from my boyfriend’s slim build, and his reproductive equipment was a lot bigger and thicker, too. He went deep into me, filling me up, and I climaxed with him right away.
He kept going, and it was fun and intense and I got a few more orgasms out of the deal, and then he worked up to a strong, sweaty finish and finally came inside me just as I was coming, too. I felt him throbbing, then the weird, wild sensation of him shooting semen into me without a condom—it felt intimate—and I was glad I’d made him come, and that we came together. Sharing an orgasm with him made me feel like we were bonded, and we stayed in bed, kissing and squeezing each other. He got hard and wanted to fuck me again, but I feared I might already be in trouble, so I slipped my sweaty bod out from under him and gathered my dress and underthings and put myself back together, fighting him off all the while as he kept pulling me toward the bed.
Back in my dress and downstairs at the reception, I rejoined my mom and my aunt who, noticing my damp, messy hair and sweat-soaked boobs, asked if I was having a good time, figuring I must have been doing a lot of dancing. My timing was perfect as my boyfriend had just returned when the pool closed for the night. I felt naughty and kind of sexy knowing I had this guy’s sperm still swimming inside me, some of it leaking out and running down my thigh, though nobody noticed.
I worried a little that my boyfriend would somehow find out, and worried a whole lot more when I missed my next period, got a test and found myself pregnant. But I was a lucky girl and miscarried a few weeks later, and my parents and boyfriend never knew a thing! I never told anyone (until now), and still fondly remember my hookup with the hot groomsman on that wild wedding night seven years ago.
I'm married. Only been for like 7 months. And I want a divorce. My husband doesn't please me and I'm not physically attracted to him in anyway. He tries to control me and treat me like I'm his daughter. Well I'm currently living abroad with him and I met this extremely attractive young man. I've gone to his room a few times and it's starting to turn into a relationship. He fucks me like I've never been fucked before. He just got a new bed today and I got to help him "break it in". We spent almost all of our time off together and I'm starting to have feelings for him. I've wanted a divorce for a while now but I think this is the final straw. I can't wait to be able to get that dick anytime I want 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.
My husbands friend came over to hang out a couple of weeks ago but he wasn’t home from work yet so I offered him a beer. He had a few and asked what time David should be home. We still had about 15 min. He took off my dress and underwear bent me over the kitchen counter and fucked me. I was shocked and didn’t say anything. We are having sex almost every day now.
I learned that my wife had a threesome with her female co-worker and her husband, It happened when I was away on business in Europe
I discovered this when our email accounts merged accidentally when we got new phones,
When I checked a folder that was new to me. I started reading and at first couldn’t believe what I was actually reading and then I couldn’t stop until I got to the end .
The emails started a few months before it happened. The girls planned it with a lot of detail , including renting a beach house for the weekend
It was all there spelled out including conversations after the fact
How they both offered themselves to the husband, how they agreed to be his sex slaves for a weekend
It was like reading a sexy novel except it was my wife who was one of the main characters
I have not yet confronted her about this and the longer I think about it I am not sure I want to I find myself thinking about them all the time,
My wife has still not realized that I can see all her emails, Every now and then her co-worker sends her an email with a picture from that night, most are of both of them on their knees wearing leather collars , others of my wife being spanked or having sex.
In the emails they always ask if or when they can have another fun time.
My confession here is that I get aroused thinking about them and secretly want her to agree to do it again.
Am I crazy
Confused husband
I have been cheating on my husband with my ex since before we were married. Actually it started not long after we started dating.
He came to me and said that he regretted breaking up with me in the first place and that he wanted to get back with me so I told him where to go. My boyfriend was better in bed and more considerate of my needs anyway so I had no reason to go back to him.
Not long after that he got a new girlfriend and so he stopped chasing me and I didn't think anything more of it.
Then about six months later I was talking to some of my girl friends and one of them told me that my ex had been cheating on his current girlfriend with her. The two of them had actually dated years ago and he always pined for her so this wasn't much of a surprise. Especially as I always had a strong feeling they were having sex behind my back when we were dating. Any way she said that he had learned a lot from his new girlfriend who was older and more experienced. She talked for almost an hour about how good he was in bed and how forceful he had become.
This all made me laugh because he was anything but forcful before. He was really clumsy and would apologise every time he thrust a little hard. But the idea that he was now this dominant man in bed did get me a little turned on.
It was only a day later that I went round to my ex's house while my boyfriend was at work. We've been sleeping together ever since.
He still has his girlfriend and as I said I'm now married. If he left his girlfriend I'd go with him in an instant but I've had to settle for second best. I suppose I do still love my husband in a way but not how I did when we got together. The only time we have any fun in the bedroom any more is when we have threesomes or if he lets me use toys.
I hate my ex's girlfriend. She is the only reason I have to live like this.
I’ve convinced my crush to cheat on his girlfriend with me. I played with his emotions until he didn’t know who to choose, now we’re arranging to meet up. I don’t regret it.
Confessions by confessionstories.org
