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I am a woman in my late 20's recently divorced, no kids. I keep in really good shape and have more than a few guys that I sleep with. I'm not a slut or anything, not sewing wild oats, well I don't think I'm a slut but . . . my mom and sisters would think so I guess.
My ex got me into spanking. He would spank my butt beet red before we had sex, any kind of sex, I'm a three hole girl as they say. I got to where I couldn't get off, no orgasm if I wasn't spanked and very soundly first. He has spoiled me, I love getting my butt beat red, then having a man take me.
I just can't bring myself to ask men I'm just starting to date or have sex with to spank me, I'm trying but I can't have an orgasm.
I even asked my ex to do it to me again, and he came over had sex and wouldn't spank me, he got off knowing I couldn't. Then he came back about an hour later pushed his way into the door, called me a slut and made me get on my knees and beg him to spank me. I actually came from the spanking, and three times from the sex after. Then he left. I don't want to ask him over again. But I need to have good sex.
At the supermarket today: I was waiting in line to pay for my goods when I noticed this really smelly dude behind me. He reeked of urine and sweat you cannot imagine how disgusting!!
Anyway, I took the shower gel from my basket and put it between his own groceries. He noticed it, but he only shook his head, actually bought it and took it back home (I assume). Even the cashier looked glad that he bought it!!
I would like to confess that I am disgusted by those kind of people. Why do those people not show consideration for others around them?? It really puzzles me. Why do they not buy themselves sanitary products? He could afford dog food and beer for christ sake's!
#angry #disgusted #smelly #stink #reeking #dude #supermarket #hate
I hate it when my coworkers and managers talk to me. I don't know why but, for the past few weeks I have found myself beginning to hate it when the people I work for talk to me and I wish that they would not speak to me at all. Every time I'm at work and they speak to me, I feel myself getting angry and want to tell them to shut up. I have no problem talking to other people. Customers, employees from other business, my own family. But, when a manager or coworker talks to me, I get angry and fight back the urge to either tell them to not talk to me or outright tell them to shut up. The worst part is, I fear that one day I might suddenly snap and scream at them, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
So this confession isn't exactly a confession. But I want to write anonymously about how I've been hurt and how I've had nightmares over this for almost 7 years. And the minor PTSD I have learned to live with. Some may relate or you might think this isn't so bad and some have had it worst. But here it goes. I was 15 years old. I was still just a girl and at JHS where there was this boy who had just become a man. Someone who had changed my entire aspect of life and I wouldn't even realize it yet. This guy, we will call him Mason, was the first guy I tried to be serious with. Now at 15, and as a girl, you think that relationships are supposed to be like fairy tales and rainbows, but this was far from it. The beginning was magical. I was only allowed to go outside my house once a month, because my parents said that is only how many times girls should be allowed out. With Mason, I decided to sneak out and go out more than once a month. I sneaked out quite often at the time, actually. When I thought everything was going great, Mason gave me a cool looking ring. This Gothic-rustic looking ring that he told me his great-great grandmother once worn and it was sweet. And I wore it, of course. It wasn't till a month after sweet-nothings, late road trips around the town, and holding hand-in-hand together that something was the worst thing. He cheated on me with my best friend.
Now I say this was the worst thing, but being 15 and having nothing harm you or hurt you, being completely over protected from the world, this did seem like the worst thing. But what you are about to read isn't something I recommend for you to read. If you want to stay cheery and read all of the funny confessions, then just scroll on. Just don't read the rest. It's okay to not read on. After all, no one cared to hear me out for 7 years.
I screamed at him. I was furious. I had never felt such a feeling before. I was angry, I wanted to strangle him, I wanted to cry, and I wanted to run. I even yelled at her, my own friend. How could someone betray someone so terribly? But later on I found out that this had been going on for a few weeks and it wasn't just her; there were 4 other girls at this high school he had been cheating on and I wasn't even the original girlfriend.
He said that if I had sex with him, he would break it off with her and all of his other girlfriends. I was a virgin, I was emotional, I thought "If this will make the pain away, then sure." And so I agreed. In the backyard of my parent's house while my family was gone. It was painful and raw. It burned from the friction and there was no enjoyment out of it. I hated myself in the middle of this and I hated myself for too long after this.
Out of no where, I heard my mom's car pull into the drive way. I freaked out and told Mason that he has to leave. But with the garage right next to the exit of the back yard, there was no way to make a quiet escape. So we tried to stay quiet and hide against the wall, but then my mother caught us red handed. She wasn't yelling, though, she was surprisingly calm about it and seemed to not really care. But she said she was going to call my father, and that was probably why. She told Mason to get out asap and so he did.
It wasn't till I saw my father that I knew what true fear could be.
Let me stop for a second. This might have seem like a story where the boyfriend cheating on me would have also been the guy who physically or mentally abused me. But Mason looks like a super hero for what happened later was much more terrifying.
He was in the dark. Just standing there silent with his chest puffed like he was ready to strangle someone. He asked what had happened in such a dark voice that the hairs on the back of my neck immediately stood. I explained that I had sex with Mason. And I don't remember much what happened after that night. It's still very blurry. I remember screaming and running from my dad. I remember him pushing me and grabbing his belt to be used more than for spankings. I remember my mom..
My mom. I remember that she saved me from that one incident. She said "It's just sex, what's the big deal? You lost your virginity at 12." And I hadn't even realized that it was over my losing my virginity.
Somehow she managed to calm him down, but they took my phone away and said I was grounded for 3 months or until further notice (meaning it could last longer).
The groundings I had were awful. They weren't little kid groundings or spoiled kid groundings where they kept their games and computers. Nah, I wasn't allowed to talk to friends, my computer was taken, my television was taken, my books were taken. I was just given a bed and if my parents were in a good mood, I would be allowed to join them for food. Otherwise, I would eat alone. I was allowed to only read the Bible, (and let's be honest, that's not the most entertaining book to read) and I did my homework. Most of the time I just read math books or science books just to switch it up. My brother got amazing groundings.. He kept his TV, his phone, his XBox... His groundings were just him in his room...
I digress.. Anyways. So I stopped talking to Mason since he didn't keep his promise (go figure) and tried to move on. I showed up to school without my school ID, and at JHS, that's immediate detention. So I had to have detention right after school ended. I didn't want my parents to worry about picking me up since my mom was out of state for work and my father was at work, so I asked some friends for a ride (I also had no way of contacting my parents since I didn't have a phone still). Everyone I knew said that their parent's weren't picking them up until 6 pm and it was 3:30 pm, so it looked like I was walking home. I didn't live too far. Just a couple of miles, it would take me like an hour or two worth of walking, so it would have been fine. I start heading out and out of no where, my father pulled up to me and screaming at me. He said that I was trying to catch a ride with Mason to take me home. I was sort of stunned, because I hadn't even talked to Mason in about a week, and I was trying to figure out how this assumption was just made.
He whipped out my phone and showed me a text directly from Mason saying "Hey, I heard you needed a ride home. If you want, I can give you a ride."
I didn't have my phone on me so it wasn't as if I could have known about this text and Mason wasn't anywhere near me where my father found me, so there was no need to freak out. But he screamed at me to get in the car, and as a good little daughter, I did.
And I sure wish I didn't... Maybe I wouldn't have so many nightmares and paranoid thoughts...
He was driving so fast. It was only 65 MPH on the highways but it felt much faster. Maybe it was all the screaming and questions he was asking me.
Father said, "Why did you ask Mason for a ride?!"
"I didn't! I asked some other friends, I didn't even see Mason there!" I exclaimed.
"LIAR!" He yelled. Slamming his fist on the steering wheel, "Why lie?! I already caught you! Just admit it! JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH!"
But I had. I didn't know how else to get him to believe me. I just kept telling him the truth over and over and over again but it wasn't the right answer.
We got home. I was even more scared now the car ride ended. He got out of the car, ran over to my door before I could even get out, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car.
This wasn't my father. This wasn't the same guy that helped me scratch off "owies" or the same guy that taught me to ride a bike. I had no idea who this guy was. His eyes.. They were so cold and dead. They were so evil.
My arm. It hurt so bad. I got a bruise from how hard he grabbed me. He shoved me into the house and started yelling "TELL ME THE TRUTH! TELL ME THE TRUTH!" over and over again. I told him the full story and it wasn't enough. He somehow couldn't believe it. I was somehow lying and that my honesty was not real.
He got quiet. He looked over and saw a full load of laundry in the laundry basket all neatly folded and slightly over-spilling. And I was so curious as of why he was eyeballing it so often.. He grabbed the full loaded basket and threw it at me like pitching a baseball.
Now you may think "oh, just a laundry basket?" But this laundry basket weighed a good 10 pounds (easily more). And if something being thrown at you going at such a speed, it can feel harder than what it actually is.
For example, a baseball on average weighs about 5.25 oz, and the average potato weighs 5.3 oz and a large potato can weigh 8 oz. My father took a large potato and threw it at my mother's shoulder like a baseball... It dislocated her shoulder from how close he was to her and how fast he threw it.. She was left with a huge bruise for so weeks.
With someone that can throw that hard, I don't feel too embarrassed by saying that I got a big bruise from a full loaded laundry basket.
I fell. I tried to gather myself up, but he knocked me back on the ground anyways. He stood over my legs so I knew not to try to get back up and I watched him take his belt off. He doesn't just use his belt for spankings...
He started yelling at me again to tell him the truth, and I gave him the same answer, 'cause I couldn't think of a lie on the spot, and it wasn't the right answer.
Why could it not be the right answer? It was the truth! He wanted the truth! I gave it to him! I told him! I yelled it to him! I screamed and yelled the truth! And it was NEVER the right answer!
It gave me a flashback from when I was a little girl, only 4 years old, and my parents said that "as long as you tell us the truth, you will never be in trouble." And it was that exact flash back that made me feel.. It made me give up.
I screamed. I cried. He hit my leg! MY LEG! My left leg was more blue than my actual skin color. I hadn't seen such a big bruise in my life.
"WHY? WHY ARE YOU HITTING MY LEG?" I screamed. He just kept hitting me.
I screamed more and more and he said "Because you lied!"
"But I didn't!" I started sobbing and screaming "I didn't!" and he was about to hit me again and I yelled "I WANT MOM!"
And he stopped. For just a second I could breathe. I was allowed to breathe for just.. a second... I was thinking 'maybe I can call mom! She'll save me! She won't let him kill me!'
It was quiet for too long. One second too long.
And he finally spoke "Oh, Sara.. Your mother isn't here to save you this time! I am so tired of you getting away with so much bull sh** and when I try to punish you it's always your mom that saves you! Oh but not this time, Sara dear! You're finally getting what you deserve!"
My hope was shattered..
And he went at it again.. It continued for way too long.. I still have nightmares about this night. I remember exactly what he was wearing... How his hair looked. Which direction I was thrown. I can point out the exact location from the high school where he picked me up.
He was wearing dark brown shoes. The same ones he wore to work everyday cause they look nice with every outfit he wore. His shirt was a polo striped shirt. Brown and tan stripes.. And Khakis... And that belt.
I worked at night shifts Wal-Mart one summer to stalk the shelves and I couldn't stalk the men's department. Specifically the belts. When I touched one, I cried. I didn't even realize I was crying. It was just the touch of it..
The dark brown belt. It was so smooth. It had a nice brass buckle on it that looked nice but didn't feel nice when it hit you, too.
My brother arrived from school.. I screamed to him "CALL THE POLICE! CALL THE POLICE! DAD IS TRYING TO KILL ME!"
But my brother was just as scared of him as I was. My brother just went into his room and hid. He was only 12, but I hated him for it for a long time..
My father had convinced him to stay out of it and when my father decided to catch his breath, I decided to try to make my escape. I wasn't sure where yet, but I had to at least get out of his reach. The door to the outside was too close, that he would easily stop me. I ran to the bathroom, to try to lock the door. It was far enough that maybe he wouldn't reach me in time for me to lock the door.
He turned his back. That was my chance! I got up and ran right into the bathroom before he did!
My hands were so shaky and my legs were so beaten on that I could hardly run as fast as I normally could.
I didn't close the door fast enough. I tried to just use my body as a weight to keeping the door closed but he was three times my size and weight. It didn't matter. He got inside the bathroom and told me to go to my room.
I ran inside my room and tried to close the door but he came in anyways.. And it happened again. He took his belt and hit my arms, my legs, my side. He hit my face. He was physically on top of me so I couldn't run away this time.
When fight or flight comes to play, and you aren't allowed to flight, you have no other option but to instinctively fight back. I never wanted to hurt my father. I used to cry when a cute butterfly died or if I accidentally hurt a frog. I never wanted to hurt anyone. But I didn't have control of myself at this point. I was just screaming and crying and I used what I had - my nails.
I clawed at my dad so often that I drew blood on him. I scratched his face, his arms, anywhere I could in hopes that it would get him off me so I could run away.
And after so many hours of being hit.. It finally happened. He got off of me and stopped hitting me. I waited to hear a sink running and I ran out the front door. I still had my shoes on and I didn't have a phone but I ran anyways.
The neighborhood was pretty open, there weren't many places to hide, but as long as I was in a public place, he wouldn't touch me. He would put on his "I am the fun sporty coach of a dad!" act. He found me not so long of me running. I was so exhausted from being hit in the legs, my legs were already throbbing without me needing to try to run on them. He asked me where I was going and I told him my friend's house.
Instead, I went to the closest restaurant and asked for their phone. I called Mason (I know, it wasn't a good idea, but he was the only one with a car that I knew) and asked him to take me to the police station, cause my father had seriously bruised me everywhere.
When I got there, I filed a report. I called my mom and told her everything and my first thought was "Finally! My mom! She can save me! She'll listen to me and we can make dad go away forever!"
She called my aunt and uncle to have them pick me up and then my father showed up at the police station to write out his side of the story.
He had quite the advantage. The odds that adults are going to listen to a 15 year old *girl*. I didn't realize it then, but the odds were stacked quite against me.
He lied to police. He told them that I was just a delusional 15 year old girl with teenage girl hormones that made me over exaggerate what was happening. The police and every adult ever bought his story. I showed the police my bruises and they asked him to explain it.. He said that "Well she was just disobeying and I had to discipline her, but she wouldn't stay still." And all my chances of being free from this wicked man were gone... He was a snake.. He had everyone around his finger. He called my mom and told her the same lie, so my mom stopped believing anything I said. He even added "Since she is so delusional, maybe we should take her to Laureate." Laureate is the psych ward in town. He had managed to take everything I said that was true about him and twist it into what made him look like the good guy and made me sound like an over dramatic teenager.
For years my mother looked at me like I was "not all there" and my brother decided to add onto my father's lie, because he was so scared of him, himself.
Two years after the incident, my parents got a divorce. My mom caught my father cheating on her.
My whole family still looking at me funny and still not talking to me.
For 4 years my mother didn't believe a single small thing I would even say, even after the divorce and her catching all of his lies. No one believed my warnings for four years.
Until it happened again.
My brother... I would never wish that kind of abuse on anyone.
After four long years of being silenced, of being treated like I was insane, of being treated like I was less than a person. For FOUR YEARS of not talking to anyone because my father told my friends at school and the school principle and anyone I ever knew.
For four years.. I can't even count how many times I got close to suicide over this. But I was too scared to actually do it myself. I tried to put myself in dangerous situations so maybe someone else would have done it for me. Maybe someone would be drunk and drive into me. Maybe I would fall asleep at the wheel. Nothing worked though. I stopped trying when I got to college.. I was safe there.. I think that's all I wanted..
For four years... My brother still was too scared to tell anyone what happened to me...
Four years after the incident, it happened again.. Almost the same exact word-for-word story I told my mom...
I got a phone call while I was in my dorm watching some tv and my mom told me the most great and horrendous news. "Sara, I.. I am so sorry. I should have listened to you all those years ago." I immediately sat up, wondering if she meant... "You were right. What happened to you, I should have listened. I am so sorry. I had no idea that your father actually did that to you, and I am so sorry that I didn't listen to you."
I immediately cried. I couldn't help it. Having your own mother think you are insane or like there is something wrong with you hurts so much... And it was like a weight was lifted off that I started sobbing. My next thought was, 'wait... why is she believing me now out of all these years?' so I asked "Wait, what happened? Why do you believe me now?"
I was hoping for more of a "Your father confessed" kind of thing, but I suppose that was hopeful.
"Sara.. I am so sorry. But your brother.. he was just beaten by your father and what he told me is almost exactly what had happened to you..."
I sank. I cried even more. My brother?! I had refused to see my father after the divorce, and still refuse, but maybe if I had gone to see him. Maybe if I kept him in my life it wouldn't have been my brother. I would much rather it be me.
My father stalked me, tested me, hit me, and did everything to keep me always on my toes.. I still get nightmares till this day and when I am having a normal day, I swear I can see him watching me. It's like I see his actual physical self right there, but when I look again he isn't there. I hate that my brother had those nightmares to share and he feels paranoid still that father is around somewhere..
I feel like I see him so often. On a bus.. In the car in front of me, in the truck behind me.
When I see his name, I immediately think back to the incident..
I can hardly live like this... I am about to graduate from college with a BSCS and I am still scared.. He facebook messaged me asking to go to my graduation, but I can't. I can't do it. People think I am being some selfish child that won't see her father, but I can't. I can't do it, and for my own mental health, I refuse..
#physical #mental #abuse #stalk #stalking #scared #ptsd #emotional
I gradually got my fat wife to start letting me spank her. She liked it at first, usually ending up with her having ruby red ass and my cock slamming into her backdoor. She likes butt sex and can even cum from it. Then I got to where I didn't want to stop. I usually spank her with a paddle now, or sometimes my belt, leaving welts on her back, her big fat tits, her back, her thighs and even across her lower belly and pussy. She cries and I fuck her anyway I want.
I can't help it now, I really like hurting her. She was always proud that she was the only married woman we know that can say her husband is the only cock she's ever had. I'm arranging a gangbang and don't care if she agrees or not, she's going to get 15 cocks besides mine in her cunt and mouth. Then I'm going to whip and spank her for being a slut. That is happening tomorrow night and she knows it, and there is nothing she can do about. She's about to go from nicey little wifey, to gangbanged slut. Just like the girls in high school she used to look down on.
I have to confess that I'm a very arrogant person and that I love to make fun of others.
It gets me going to make fun of the weak, I feel strong and confident when I do it. I think I'm better than 90 % of my fellow men, I even say that to some of them. I guess it's not that bad because I am able to be the way I am. I am good-looking, handsome and just amazing!
My friends and I love to crash house parties and there are A LOT where we live. We usually get quite hammered and dick around - it is always great fun. I also usually ends with one of most of us puking and throwing up. When I do, I like to do it on the carpet(s). When I am done, I turn them around, so it will not be noticed at first.
It is hilarious to watch when the host(s) notices and I when they have to clean it up afterwards.
#party #puking #alcohol #wasted #carpet #host #confession #funny
My boyfriend and I quite both smoking one year ago. We wanted to life a healthier life.
What he doesn't know is that I started smoking again about 2 months later, I even thought about starting to smoke pot again because it's just so relaxing and nice.
I confess that I have some kind of weird OCD.
I can't walk an even number of steps. I always counting how many steps I take and I can't stop if it's an even number. It always has to be an uneven one.
It drives me crazy but when I don't go one step more, I get anxious, very nervous, I begin sweating very bad and it's terrible.
I only went on this app just so I can have an alternative to forgive me from welcome to the game and maybe confess a sin or two, but the main part is I'm really annoyed about all the lust sins on this app from 2 commenters that keep
sending picture links to every comment section to having sex with their partner or new partner to the indecent exposure and
the bondage and the thots, everything else I've been seeing aside from that is drug addicts, people that don't enjoy their living conditions, or had a surprise they weren't hoping for (I'm alright with those and can tolerate some of the lust sins) but then there's what people comment on this app as said with the 2 links but then there's toxic and like 1 or 2 isn't toxic ( an example is there was a confession about someone being someone that would break up with their bf to get more popular and was wondering if they'd get even more popular if they offer there self and one comment said kys lol) only some are saying they relate to a sin or make suggestions on how to get help
Drinking. Two of my roommates went off for a beach party good time when Covid hit. Just a cold.
Came back & it swept thru everyone they knew.
One of them had her family hit hard. She ended up in family. So did some of her relatives.
So after people she loved went on permanent disability & worse. She got cautious. So did her friend.
But now each of their oldest relatives are vaccinated. Nothing to worry about. Party time. They stuck their kid back in school. They are going to bars mask less to pick up men. They are in there hung over. But bragging about all they drank & the good times.
Now that the south has their beaches wide open with the deadlier mutations it’s time to go to the beach for a week again.
You can’t fix stupid. They are confident they will survive the new virus because they did the first. Their elders are vaccinated. So they have nothing to worry about anymore. Time to go live again.
That is why our nation is having so much more death & stuff than most countries. We have spoiled people who only worry about themselves.
This is why our not vaccinating sick young people & parents with young kids once we knew it was safe is wrong.
Oh I get that hospital staff is first. That group home disabled & elders are second. Even prisoners.
But none nursing home old people should be behind the immune suppressed kids. Behind very sick & immune suppressed adults with underage kids. Behind the disabled who can’t follow PPE type rules. Not to be rude, but they are old. Already lived.
Or; put them all in the same group.
Then should come any high risk.
Then anyone else.
It’s obvi with selfish people who do not care about anyone else, that we can’t rely on them to look out for anyone but themselves.
That’s a cost of freedom. We have to let a lot of people die because they want the freedom to go get drunk & spread the new variants of death.
One thing this has taught us is why some past plagues were so deadly. You can’t fix stupid. You can’t fix selfish.
If a really deadly virus hit us it would spread thru America like an inferno, because too many just don’t care.
I do wonder this. One came home stumble drunk. Talked about how the other drunk more than her & kept drinking. Both came back same time. So who drove?
The one is saying the other drunk even more. So did the other set & sober before leave? I didn’t see other come in. I’ve never seen either drive drunk. So I’ll assume the driver sobered.
I have never drank so I don’t even know how it works. I think bartenders check them. Hope so.
I worked with two drunks that got arrested after leaving bars drunk. They were so mad. Said the cops were waiting. I made a lot of people mad. I said good. I’m glad. I pay the cops to set outside the bars. Have a cab take you there. Then one has to take you home.
One guy said well what if I find a woman who only gets loosened up when she’s drunk?
You’d think the world would like me. I’ve never drank; smoked, or done drugs. I worked hard. Charity work. I volunteered to help people in life or death situations.
But you get sick & discover you don’t matter to society at all. You don’t ever want to be homeless.
male, 37 years old.
I just watched "The Lion King" with my 4 year old daughter.
She didn't bat an eye but I had to leave the room as mufasa was killed. I cried like a baby and hid in our bathroom.
#lion #king #daughter #cry #embarrassing #dad #confession
when I was 12 i was staying with my aunt and uncle, my cousin got spanked for some reason, she was 14 and we all saw her getting punished on her bare bottom. my aunt seemed to make sure we all got to see her pussy and anus while she was over her knee.
i was sat next to my uncle on the sofa and he kept looking at my front saying how grown up she was getting, had i seen a girls privates before.
after a lot of slapping all over her bottom and legs my aunt ran her hand over the redness looking at my uncle and telling him that it should be enough. he told her to do 12 more. My cousins position was adjusted and her legs parted more before these were applied with my aunts hand catching those puffy pussy lips. my cousin shrieked and kicked before being let up.
I had an erection and i'm guessing so did he, he told my aunt that it had given me a stiffy and so i should be punished too. my cousin had to stand there pantyless as i was spanked. my erection was exposed, my aunt ran her hand over it telling me i was a dirty boy then squeezed it hard before putting me over her knee and giving me a severe spanking. unfortunately i squirted my spunk on he legs during the beating, my uncle laughed but my aunt was furious. she made me stand up and she got a ruler and spanked my penis.
we were sent to our rooms and i think my aunt and uncle had sex.
the next evening my cousin came in and told me she wanted to see my thingy again, she masturbated me telling me she had seen my aunt do it to my uncle. i came on her hands just as aunty came in the room.
another spanking ensued.
I'm bi, and I have a roommate who says he has experimented with men. Idk if he knows I'm bi. I'm too scared to tell him. But he told me how he has hacked his previous gf computer. So if hes hacked me he probably knows. Tbh if he just ask me I'd be up to hooking up with him. Be I'm too shy to initiate it. I wanna Netflix and chill though.
I grew up in Near Macon, Georgia and was raised by my oldest sister who is 17 years older than me. The problem was her husband Larry but my sister was also at fault because she allowed it to happen up until I was 15 and moved to my aunt Sharon's house. It wasn't like I was sexually abused because the only time Larry actually touched me was about 10 or 12 times he spanked me over those years always on my bare bottom.. The abuse was mainly he never let me have privacy and purposely disabled locks on the bathroom door and my bedroom door. when I was around 7 to 10 it didn't bother me much but once I started getting older he would always find ways of seeing me naked a few times a week. Another thing I consider as abuse was the fact that he also exposed himself to me and I can't count how many times I saw him naked over those years. That happened even when my sister was home but all the times I saw him with an erection my sister was always out or at work. I hated it when my sister worked the 3 to 11 shift because he would always come in the bathroom while I was in the shower. Finally when I was 15 I told my aunt when she visited one time and although Larry denied it all my aunt believed me and had me move in with her.
As a 15 year old virgin male who'd been masturbating since entering puberty, I was more than a little interested in seeing a naked female or one partially dressed; to be honest any female in her underwear or less. While on holiday at my grandmothers. After spending a few hours in the local cafe, I was walking home (she lived in the country in a small group of houses) on what was a pitch black moonless night and I knew that a 50+ year old lady lived in a house nearby lived on her own and seldom had any visitors. As I walked along the very dark path, I could see the lights of her house and as I could easily hide under the cover of darkness I decided that maybe I could peek at her through her curtains. I slowly made my way into her garden and moved as quietly as I could towards the light shining out through the bottom of the window. To my great surprise and delight, the curtains were short and there was a one inch gap at the bottom where the hem was above the window sill. She was watching TV. After about 20 minutes with nothing happening, she turned off the TV and it seemed that she was going to bed. She turned off the lights in the room and a few seconds later a light came on in what was a nearby room on my right. My heart was racing and I was praying that this was her bedroom and that her curtains would have the same gap, which in fact turned out to be the case. I lowered my eyes to sill level and there she was in front of me, less than ten feet away and totally unaware of my presence. She was wearing a floral dress that unbuttoned down the front. My cock was instantly hard when she started undoing them and stepped out of the dress. She stood before me wearing a white bra, a tan coloured girdle and tan coloured stocking; she wore no panties and her hairy pussy hairs stuck out under the bottom of the girdle. With cock in hand I stroked for all I was worth as the unclipped her bra and dropped it on top of her dress. She rubbed her free tits and I could see her nipples getting hard. Next came her stockings and girdle and as she stood naked before me I came. It was clear she had no idea she was being peeped at and appreciated though once naked she left the room and I guessed that when she left the bedroom she went to the bathroom. That was over forty years ago and I have never forgotten that experience or that night. I had seen my first mature naked female in all her glory and I was horny and excited enough to want to see more.
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I had sex twice with a much younger married man. It violates my very core beliefs. But it gets worse. Not only is he married, he is only 5'3" father of two beautiful little girls AND...he's my next door neighbor! As neighbors, we've just said the usual pleasantries--nothing more. Then came the "perfect storm." I haven't had sex in nearly a decade; I am a recent breast cancer survivor; my car broke months ago and he had been giving me rides to the store, etc.. Then he started coming over more often but I'd always leave the door open so no one would get the wrong idea. One week ago when he came over, we started talking about sex. I found that I was getting turned on. REALLY turned on. Then pulled out his surprisingly large cock and I thought...why not? So performed oral sex on him.. I stopped before he could come and then a little while later, I was riding him in reverse cowgirl position. Two evenings later, he had me bent over a chair and fucked me doggie-style.. Gotta confess I loved it. Hadn't had sex in a very long time and when he enters me, I am so tight...I'm "Like a Virgin." His wife has no clue and today, she wanted me to go to the store with her and I did.. We talked like old friends but in the back of my mind I thought I fucked her husband and she has no idea!. It doesn't really bother my conscious BUT I know I did wrong. I went against my values...twice!
We were in a movie theater my girlfriend and I. We were making out she was stroking my dick and I was touching her nipples. As time passed I asked if I could see them and when I did; I instantly took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it as I heard her moans pleading for more. I am an animal with instinct and now I want more.
I’m a closet smoker. I keep it from my wife and family. I can only smoke at certain times to make sure I’m not caught. I have always enjoyed smoking, it makes me feel good and it just feels natural to me.
It was late 2020, with COVID scares and lockdowns, we were all bored and cooped up in the house, plus the wife and I were in one of our dry-spells. To break the mundaneness of things I started to post things about food. There was one girl who I knew back from high school that would “like” and comment on every post. She then started posting things about food and in return I did the same. After exchanging a few comments, I decided to drop in her DM just to say hi and talk about food and whatever else would come up; come to find out we had plenty in common and that she moved away from our town years ago.
She and I had never spoken in high school but knew of each other. The guys certainly were attracted to her, but I was too intimidated to approach her back then [the pretty and popular girl effect]. But now with my years of aging, healthy dieting and being in a different place in life, I’ve built plenty of confidence.
And now here we are. Me and the girl who was popular in high school are now texting for long periods of time. We then started to talk on the phone, especially about our past high school experiences and future plans. The conversations were harmless at first, but I still kept this woman hidden from my wife.
We continued our late night conversations for days and would even have drinks over the phone. She was in a rocky relationship, I was in a dry-spell. So our conversations would edge towards sexual topics but in a light and humorous way.
Then one Friday night, after a few drinks she admitted it; she told me she was attracted to me. Emotionally, mentally and albeit only through pictures - physically. I knew I should have steered the conversation in a different direction and ultimately stop everything out of respect for my marriage.
But I didn’t.
[This is where it gets hot…]
While we were talking on the phone, she sends me a link and tells me to open it. Told me it was her fantasy and her kink. It was a video of a woman being restrained and her male counterpart having his way with her, all consensual. The woman’s legs were held apart with ankle restraints tied to a rod, there were whips and some light choking. Calling it intense would be an understatement. Vulgar sex language, mascara running down her face from being face fucked and this is what my female friend wanted.
We watched her video together, critiquing and analyzing. I then hear her moans escaping over the phone so I asked her, “are you touching yourself?” And in her seductive voice she said “yes” and told me she was really turned on. I admitted to her that I was hard, so she instructed me to take it out and start stroking - so I did. Here we were on the phone playing with ourselves watching her kink. Repeatedly she would ask, “would you do that to me?” And each time I replied, “yes!“ I was in a euphoric state being under the influence of alcohol and this sexy woman wanting me.
We were deep into mentally fucking each other. She then says, “I’m going to FaceTime you.” My heart raced, I knew what was going to happen. I was going to see her play with herself and I’m sure she wanted to watch me stroke. I answered her FaceTime and there she was…in her bed, wearing a tank top with her tits out. She smiled and winked, bit her bottom lip then moved the phone farther out so I could see her play with her tits. It was extremely sexy! She moved the phone down to her lower half, wearing just a pair of purple panties, I watched her pulled them to the side, exposing her pussy. She was shaved, I could see her folds and she starts pleasuring herself.
With our AirPods on, we placed the phone away from our bodies so we could get a good look at each other. She laid in bed playing with her tits and pussy and yelled out my name as she was pleasuring herself; telling me how much she wanted me to fuck her. It was all surreal and I wanted more of it.
She would stare right into the phone watching me stroke up and down my shaft telling me to go faster or slower. We exchanged, I-want-to-fuck-you’s. She wanted to be restrained by me, hair pulled by me, spanked by me, tied up by me and choked by me. I had never been with a woman who wanted to be fucked so aggressively and it made me want her more.
Moments later, she stops and reaches into her nightstand. Out came a suction cup dildo and anal beads. She came closer to the camera and simulated how she would suck me off with her dildo and then retreated back. Her anal beads first went into her mouth for lubrication, it came back out and she started to slide them into her pussy. Once the beads were settled she then proceeded to slowly insert her dildo into the same opening. I watched her fuck herself with both her anal beads and dildo inside her pussy. I wanted it to last and did whatever I could not to explode right then and there.
She claimed she had never done this with anyone but, I doubted it. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing, it felt like I fell into her trap but at that moment I didn’t care. I got the opportunity to mutually masturbate with one of the popular girls. I knew a couple of my friends from back in the days would kill for this opportunity.
We played with ourselves for quite some time. I even got closeups of her pumping her dildo. We both eventually came. She left a puddle on her bedsheets, that was when she told me she squirts, however I had missed seeing that part. My stomach was covered in cum and again she used her dildo to simulate how she would clean me up. Now sexually satisfied we wished each other good night.
Saturday came and went without us communicating. On Sunday I texted her to ask how she was doing. She said she felt some guilt but still really wanted me. During the course of the day we sexted each other, her doing most of the heavy lifting. That night I went into my basement to talk to her and she had already been drinking. I think the alcohol was just an excuse for the promiscuity we were indulging ourselves in.
Almost immediately she wanted to get back on FaceTime and said she had a surprise for me. I answered and there she was in what she said was a new lingerie set she had gotten just for me. It was a see-through material with lace at the edges, there were cutouts for her tits so they were just spilling out. She had on a crotchless thong. My mind was blown, I wanted her bad.
I took out my cock, showed her how hard she had gotten me and started to pump. She had her suction cup dildo out already and sat on a chair with her legs spread pumping it in and out of her. Again our dirty talking consisted of how bad we wanted to fuck each other. She then gets up from her chair, places the suction dildo onto the chair, erect and waiting for her. With her back facing the camera, she lowers herself onto the dildo. I asked her if I could screen record for my own personal spank bank, she agreed.
She rode that dildo up and down, moaning and yelling out my name. It was all so much that I came fairly quickly. She wanted me to keep watching and to tell her how I would eat her out. She re-positioned herself facing forward spread eagle and began to pump herself with the dildo. I told her I really wanted to see her squirt. Vigorously she pumped faster and harder and right as she cumming, she did this motion that made the dildo pop out of her and squirts of liquid cake out. She pushed the dildo back in and did the same motion a few more times and each time pools of her juices came out. It was amazing.
At the sight of her squirting, I became hard and ready to go again. She was also ready for another round as she climbed into bed. This time taking out her anal beads. With her legs in the air, she told me she’s actually never used anal beads inside her ass before and only liked the feeling of the balls as she pulls it out of her pussy. She then proceeds to push each ball slowly into her asshole, one larger than the previous. Three went in and she gasp in pain almost crying and stopped. She then reached for her dildo while the beads were still in her and pumped her pussy again.
Another night, two rounds this time, and we were both sexually satisfied again. Said our good nights.
The following day working from home, I receive a “Good Morning!” text from her. We spoke casually at first, then she made mention of how unbelievably hard I was last night. Later in the afternoon, she texts me that she was horny and wish she was at home so we could play. I jokingly told her we should get the lush toy where I could control it remotely while she was at work. She was intrigued! We built up scenarios and were both so turned on that I ended up ordering the toy and have it shipped to her place.
While we waited for the toy to arrive we had a couple more nights of playing. I was always in my basement, she switched places in her apartment. I’ve watched her ride her dildo on her bathroom floor. Used another vibrator right on her couch. It was a great time!
About a week or so later on a Saturday, she texts me to let me know the Lush toy had arrived. We were both excited but she had to charge it first. However, she had a party to attend that night and would likely have to wait for another day.
Bummer.
Late that night, while scrolling through my phone I receive her text, “Are you still awake? Can I call you?” Thinking she may be in trouble, I went down to the basement and called. Come to find out she had a couple of glasses of wine and wanted to leave the party early so we could play with the new toy. I stayed on the phone with her as she drove and told me about her night.
We hung up as soon as she got to her apartment so she could settle down. I waited eagerly for her call. Then comes the FaceTime call. I was ready to control this toy while it was inside of this woman. She didn’t dress in any sexy lingerie this time, but she didn’t need to. She was naked from the waist down with just her fleece jacket on while in her living room.
We both looked up instructions on how to set it up. Once we got it connected and I was able to control it remotely, the toy was in her hand as I moved the toggle to vibrate at the highest level. She laughed and excitedly sat on her couch and rubbed herself to get wet. She inserted the lush into her pussy and told me to start slow. I first let her tell me how fast and intense she wanted the toy. I watched her lean her head back taking it all in. Getting wetter and wetter and enjoying herself.
She then laughed and with excitement, gets up and tells me she needs more wine for this. As soon as she got up, the Lush still in her, I crank up the intensity and stopped her in her tracks. She fell to the floor, her knees weak. She hunched over as I moved the toggle up and down to give her different sensations. She “tells me to stop,” but she had every power to pull the toy out of her but didn’t. She wanted it. There she was on all fours, the Lush inside of her moaning. I hadn’t started stroking yet having too much fun controlling her.
Moments later she lets out a long guttural moan followed by a scream as she came yelling, “fuck, fuck, fuck!” She got up and sat on the floor, laughed and moved the phone to show me the puddle that was on her carpet. That was when I pulled my cock out and started stroking.
She got her wine, drinking it fairly fast and recovering from her orgasm. She went back into her room asking me keep the vibrations going but at a low intensity. She reached for her pink vibrator from her nightstand, positions the camera so I could get a good view.
With one of my hands I controlled the Lush toggle as she positioned the tip of her vibrator against her clit. My other hand pumping my cock. We did this until we both orgasmed.
We stayed on the phone for a bit to talk. She built up a new fantasy of going out shopping by herself and then having me control the Lush while she was out in public.
Then it happened…
As the conversation went on, she must’ve been in her feelings. Perhaps it was the wine. What I thought was going to be two friends, mutually masturbating for each other had gone too far. She tells me that she’s really starting to develop feelings for me. Said that the sexual stuff was fun, but the fact that we spent long nights talking about anything and everything really attracted her to me. And to be honest, I was starting to develop feelings for her too. We just vibed really well.
However, reality set in and I panicked. It was every sense of the word “cheating” sans actually physically having sex with each other; I was emotionally cheating on my wife. Someone I do care about, someone that I love and is always there for me.
I knew I had to end it there.
Without getting into much more detail, since this story is already long, I had to let this woman down. It felt almost cold turkey. She needed time to think before we could even just text each other a greeting. We now on occasion text each other to say hi or to wish each other happy holidays, but the conversations are really short. We still comment and like each other’s posts.
I still get excited thinking about the sexual interactions I’ve had with this woman and even on occasion re-watch the screen recordings. I’ll likely be judged for being unfaithful. I tell myself that we fortunately never had physical sex. Although she visits family back in our town and even made plans to get together. But I’m glad it stopped before it got out of hand. Something my wife can’t ever know.
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