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Do you know who wants to be a millionaire?
A friend of mine was a candidate in this show and I was one of his telephone joker. And yes, I was called.
I knew the answer but I told him the wrong answer on purpose because I didn't want him to be richer than me.
While we were at a conference for my husbands company I found myself alone with his boss, a handsome black man, and he started flirting with me. I played along and he kissed me and started feeling my butt. I guess I was in a trance and showed no resistance. We didn't have long, so he pushed me down to my knees, unzipped, and pulled out a huge black dick and directed it towards my mouth. I immediately opened to accept its large head, and he started fucking my mouth like I was his personal slut or something. Truth be told, I not only showed no resistance. I would have probably done what ever he wanted. He started talking to me, encouraging me to suck him, and made the statement that he bet I had never had a dick like that before. Boy was he right. He held on to my head and I could feel him tensing up, so I knew what was coming; he unloaded a huge load of cum right down my throat. I swallowed every drop, then he helped me to my feet, zipped up and we made our way back to the gathering. On the way back I asked him to look at me and make sure I didn't have any cum on my face or blouse. I didn't , so we made our way back. When I saw my husband I walked over and gave him a kiss and a smile. I then looked over, and his boss was watching me from across the room. He smiled, and held up his glass as to toast me from across the room. I returned the smile, and toasted him as well.
I go out playing Pokémon GO with my dad and his friends. Hoping, one of his friends will notice me. He’s married with two children. I feel so bad, but I just want him. I’m disgusting, I know. I won’t do anything, but deep down I want something to happen.
i used to like acting slutty for one of my ex bf, he used to tell me to dress slutty or sometimes at night when everyone was sleeping at my place we would have phone on the sex and would order me to go to the lounge room naked and masturbated. i would be doggy style rubbing and fingering myself, my ass facing the door. he loved it when i orgasm and moaned loud, which i did cause it excited me because of the thrill of getting caught or watched without knowing from my parents or brothers. i was so bad and slutty but i loved it. i missed these times.
#phonesex #ex #thrill #masturbation
I used to have anger problems. I had gotten a horrible therapy for it so it never had gone away. My anger comes from my father who has outbursts a lot. Most of my anger is inside of my head. I’m scared to ever let it out because I might snap. I have horrible thoughts of anger. Like killing someone or torturing them. My father and brother have said on multiple occasions that I’m going to become a Murder with it. All because I had anger problems in the past. I’m to scared to hit. I can make my brother cry and bleed in one hit. I’m too scared that I’m going to snap one day like my dad.
I used to be the typical campus drug dealer for 8 years straight , the guy at university everybody knows to find to score weed and other things. I did it to pay for my studies and to save up a little and after I graduated, I rented an apartment and kept on dealing. Man.... I still miss that life.... I was hugely popular and everyday was like a party. I began at 19 years old and stopped at 27 because I got tired of "that world" and I also made two female friends a sub-dealer. They were 13 and 14 with a lot of other female friends who liked to smoke weed so it was a lucrative business. I called them Renato's angels. I learned them the tricks of the trade and they had respect everywhere and nobody messed with them as they could always rely on some friends who were my henchmen. My flat was always filled with girls who were insanely pretty and always high and yes I had sex with them too which was extremely illegal. Crazy drug fueled orgies with themes: a Roman theme night, a vampire theme night. I was the Hugh Hefner on dope. We never got busted and I even made them earn a lot of money which they saved up to go to dancing school. I'm still friends with them and now I'm 38, a successful financial trader, still smoking weed, from time to time coke to stay sharp when trading is hard, growing weed but quit the molly, speed and LSD. They still have their nicknames to the horror of their boyfriends and when they are single, we are still friends with benefits as my job doesn't allow for a real relationship which sometimes sucks.
Damn, I simply cannot get over my ex... and we were only together for like 6 months and that was 2 years ago...
He just got into my head and I cannot forget about him... He is an arrogant bastard with a small dick but a big inflated ego but despite that... I compare every man I have been with since with him... I still love him.
K., you are a pitiful human being, but I am still in love with you.
When I was a young girl I used to love to sit on my dads and uncles laps and feel their hard-ons with my little butt. I would wiggle around and could feel them getting harder and harder. They would sometimes brush their hands across my tiny titties and I remember getting wet between my legs. This eventually led to me learning to give blowjobs and getting fingered by both of them, but to this day no one knows what a little slut I was way back then. They had no idea I was doing it for the other, they thought it was just between me and them.
I shot my neighbour's cat by accident the other day. Because I didn't want to destroy our friendship (we get on really well together), I took the cat and placed it in the middle of the road. Then I waited until someone drove over it and told my neighbour that someone drove over her cat.
She now wants to sue the driver. I am feeling guilty but I guess you have to be an ass to get around in this world.
I stayed with my BFF and her family in a lake cabin one summer when I was 14. Most days we would go fishing with her dad. My friend and I were competeing for best tan so we probably lied on the bow more than fish. She would move her suit inward, so I'd follow. We didn't want any tan lines. Bolder with time we went topless. Her dad fished and acted as though everything was normal. So we ended up taking it further by sunbathing completely nude. I still recall the thrill of being naked and observed. That was the start to being an exhibitionist. I returned to school braless until my parents realized. I fought with my mom for months until she gave in. Dad stayed out of it and enjoyed my new look. So ten years later I have rarely worn a bra or panties and flash a victim of choice at every opportunity. The more excited they act, the more I get turned on. I love to get nasty too.
I work in a filling station at the drive-through checkout. Some days ago an older guy around 60 or something drove by and wanted to pay with his credit card. He talked to himself all the time, he was really a creepy hell of a guy and really really unfriendly. When I told him to wait a moment he insulted me and said that I was an incompetent loser.
He then gave me his credit card, I put it in the card reader and told him to enter his PIN. He started talking while typing as accidentally told me his code. I gave him the receipt and he drove off showing his middle finger.
But he forgot his credit card.
I drove to the mall the same day and went shopping like I had never shopped in my like.
Thank you Mr. **** for your kind gift!
#filling #station #drive #checkout #credit #card #shopping #money #unfriendly #confession
She was barely 16,
I was 20.
She took my virginity,
and became my first girlfriend.
We met on a common known classifieds website and to be honest, I don't want to be forgiven I just want to relive the magic that was fucking a teen..
I was lonely one night and decided to look for love cheaply and without much effort, little did I know that i would strike a goldmine that would yield me years of underage sex for basically free. I found a post looking for a guy to be friends with since she was new in town. I saw her picture and almost immediately I pictured my cock inside her somehow. She was this cute white girl with really nice lips, great breasts and my favorite, a beautiful face. I honestly thought I had no chance.. i literally didn't expect her to reply but she did. She was nice and pretty much wanted someone to come hang out with her and her friend at the movies. I told her that I would but chickened out at the last minute because i was too nervous. I should point out that her original post listed that she was 19...
After a few email exchanges she stopped replying and pretty much told me to stop bugging her and that it was starting to creep her out. I initially felt bad and told her goodbye. A month or two went by and she wouldn't leave my mind, probably because she was the only girl who had really given me any attention. I had masterbated to her pictures so many times. I had some sort of lust for her that drove me stalk her on the internet. I found her social media page and I decided to talk to her again hoping she was willing to talk. To my surprise she had completely forgotten about our first encounter but seemed to like my pictures and decided to keep talking to me for a couple of weeks. We exchanged numbers and texted a lot. Again up to this point I thought she was still 19. I don't know how I came to know her real age, maybe it was after I decided to ask her out and she wanted to be upfront with me. I should have backed off but I was so smitten by her and she seemed to like me. I decided that I wanted to go through with the date despite the huge age difference. I remember picking her up and being so nervous, she smelled really nice and looked incredibly cute, she had on bright red lipstick.. which only made me fantasize about sticking my cock in her mouth. We went to the movies and we hung out a bit afterwards but I was a total nervous wreck throughout it. I thought for sure she would get over me but I think it had the opposite effect.. she was charmed by me and seemed to seek me out more and more to the point of inviting me over to her home with her parents...
Apparently her parents knew about the age difference and were shockingly okay with me seeing their underage child. I really liked her parents and they were genuinely nice, which would make me feel slightly bad when their daughter would stuff her face with my cock in the next room while they watched TV... but thats forshadowing a bit. Her and I grew closer and closer to the point that she would invite me over almost every night and I would more than happily go since I really liked her. We would start out by hanging out watching movies and talking. I'll never forget my first kiss... I brought over a movie I really wanted her to watch and she agreed but I think it was just to get me to come over because when I arrived she couldn't care less about the film. Half way through the film she asks if I have ever been kissed before.. I embarrassingly admitted that I hadn't, I must have gotten really flustered. I could feel my cock get hard just thinking I would kiss her that night. She continued to ask how i would react if she came close and kissed me. I couldn't give her a straight answer I was too nervous and she could see that. She had a power over me, yes dumb to say that a 16 year old teen could control a 20 year old but I was totally under her trance. She kept teasing me about kissing and eventually reached over and gave me the sweetest kiss. I could feel my cock throb I was so turned on and really loved her lips. I asked if she could do it again and she did it over and over again. We ended up making out and I was in heaven. I literally went home that night and masterbated to the thought of possibly having sex with her.
A few weeks would pass and we had gotten into the habit of drinking alcohol and hanging out in her room, her parents being totally cool with it. i'm still shocked to this day but i honestly can't complain. The night she would take my virginity would be a weird one. You would think I would immediately cum but nope. We were coming back from a night out, I think I was teaching her how to drive i can't remember, we flirted a lot and on the ride back to her place she asked me "would you have sex with me?" i was shocked, I was not expecting this and she probably knew I couldn't answer and all i could say was well uhhhh I maybe i mean if you wanted to. She would say yeah but do you want to? She finally got me to say, Yes I want to fuck you. That night we loaded up on alcohol and proceeded to her room. She was very gentle with me and let me do anything. She started to unbuckle my belt and I knew that this was going to start. She opened my pants and revealed my throbbing hard cock and she grabbed it with her hand and gently stroked it, she then told me she was going to stick it in her mouth and i almost lost it. It was amazing and I was in heaven. She proceeded to lay me down and applied a condom on me. I was still in shock over a lot of it and then she mounted my cock and rode me. her warmth, the look of her on top of me, seeing her breasts sway and bounce and her beautiful face. It was a little too much for me to bare and I couldn't cum. She tried to suck it again and ride me again but nope. i felt bad because I didn't want her to think I wasn't attracted to her. But she told me to come back tomorrow and we would try again until I came. So I returned the next day, and without wasting time unbuckled my pants and went straight for my cock. I could imagine her waiting for me to arrive thinking about my cock. She got on her knees and started to go to work. I was facing the same problems as before but as soon as I put my hands on her head and started moving her the way I wanted I realized that I was in a room with a gorgeous teen girl, on her knees letting me stuff her face with my cock and letting me have total control of her at the time, that was enough to drive me over the edge and i started to feel cum rushing out of my penis and i naturally shoved her whole face into my crotch, it was the most amazing feeling. after it was done I was in shock of how good it felt and I expected her to go spit it out but she looked right at me, opened her mouth and proudly showed me the pool of cum in her mouth with a big smile on her face. she would then wink, and swallow it all almost as if she couldn't wait, and Ill end this with what she told me next
"Thank you so much daddy, Can you please give me more? I'll do anything you want daddy, I want to be your little cum swallowing whorish princess!"
I admit that I might actually be addicted to my grandmothers pain pills. I’ve never stolen them. And I would never steal them. But I crave them constantly. It started when I had gotten COVID. I was in so much pain and I couldn’t sleep because of it. She gave me one and I was almost instantly feeling better. I was calm, it made me really happy and tired. It boosted my mood and I was able to also sleep. Once they wore off and the pain returned I had to take more or I’d be unable to sleep. Once I got better I missed that feeling of relief from the pill. I then got kidney stones. Once again she gave me a pill. It took the pain away, made me feel genuinely happy about life, then I had the best night of sleep ever. Time passed and I never felt that comfort like I did with the pill. A couple nights ago my back was in some pretty bad pain from work. She gave me half a pain pill. It put me in a happy mood and I was able to sleep like a baby. Now it isn’t bad to where I’m wanting to steal the pills, I just want to be sick or in pain so I have a reason to take them. I just like how they make me feel happy and they help me sleep. I have awful sleep ever night but with the pill I sleep like a baby. I miss the feeling. But I know I shouldn’t take them if they make me feel like that.
Every time my sister is bitchy or annoying, I spit on her pillow.
It satisfies me to know that she sleeps on that pillow without knowing anything.
My husband and I were in bed talking about our pasts. He told me all his girl friends and his first wife had cheated on him. He told me everything, I listened, asked about what they did and how he felt. I noticed how his breathing increased. I hugged him to feel better. I noticed he was hard, like really hard. I touched him, wrapping my fingers around him. I looked deep into his eyes and suddenly I realized something important and asked, “Do you want me to be like them and cheat too?” -FHwife
#cuckold #cheating #willing #confession #lust #temptation #discovery #hotpast #girlfriends
I have a co-worker I would love to beat to death, He interjects in everyone's conversations and is a total know-it-all. He's fucking ugly and gross and makes me sick. He always makes stupid facial expressions when you make eye-contact with him. He's a Star Wars fan and on May 4th he walked around the office saying "May the Fourth be with you. UGH! I just want beat him to a bloody pulp with a baseball bat and dance around in his brains.
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.
I've always been depressed. For as long as I can remember the past 7 years have been hell in my life. There were some really good times when the flame gets too hot you enjoy it, like spending time with your family or staying up with your one friend but every single night, for the past 7 years, not once did I feel I was good with life. I'm not suicidal anymore, I think it's ridiculous. I don't self harm, or do anything I don't want to to my body. I'm so tired of life, but I don't want to die either. I want to pause, sit still, be quite and freeze everything around me. I want to be completely alone, surrounded by no one and nothing. No light, no color, no voice, sounds, or noise. I want the whole world to stop.
#depression #time #quite
my ex wife cheated, I confronted her and kicked her out of the house. I set up my rifle and watched this guy eat lunch. I had the rifle on his head and safety off, my finger on the trigger and pressing. I came very close to shooting him but knew I would be found.
I planned a set up where I would tie her in a chair and make her watch as I executed her family one by one. The only thing that saved them was my love for her little sister. She thought of me as a father figure and did not deserve to die.
I thought of suicide myself and just ending it all.
I did not kill anyone and just found someone new. I have a great wife I can trust and children I am very proud of.
I have been letting a couple of my bosses at work use me whenever they want. They just start playing with my ass, then if they want they lower my panties, bend me over a chair or the desk and fuck me from behind. At first it made me feel dirty, but now it turns me on knowing that even in my 50's I can still turn men on.
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