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Back in the 5th grade, us guys goofed around and cut off the long hair of the girls. At that time, we really thought this would be funny. Now when I think about it ( I am 16 now ) it's not fun at all. Sorry girls, I didn't mean to!
I have a crush at you but you didn't ever know that i exist how long should i wait for you hm? hope u can see me KTH.
I'm a guy with a kinky fingernail fetish. I have 3 inch long bright red fingernails put on me and then I love to drive around and flaunt them to women mostly. The kinky part is when I get seen by usually 2 or 3 women together..they look and I can hear them say "Look,look,look...oh my God look at the fingernails on that guy...look.. at.. ..those...nails ...oh my God!! Then, every time .without touching myself....I have the most uncontrollable orgasms...usually 2... that there are.
I went to a nail salon and had them put 4 inch long nails on me and polished them bright red. I have this wild fetish for long fingernails. I came home and was so turned on. I know it's weird but it was so kinky for me - I am a men.
I wasn't exactly sure what category to put this under.
I have sort of a rape fantasy about some tall, powerful Chechen militant with long hair (one in particular I saw on google images) and I am ashamed of it but every time I think about it I get super hot and bothered.
I just want him to dominate me, whisper dirty things in my ear in Russian, claim me as his property, abuse me, love on me etc.
God, I need to get laid lol
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
Like Confession #1445, i, too, have a fetish for long, straight, hair. Our confessions aren't just similar-they are copies.
When I was a young teen, my older sister (8 yrs older) briefly moved back home. When no one was home, I used to crossdress in my Mom's clothes. With my sister home, I started sneaking into her room and started wearing her more modern, stylish clothes. Think late 1960's-mini-skirts, tube tops, hoop earrings, etc.. She was a brunette and had two hairpieces. One was a beautiful, full, chocolate brown, shoulder length, page-boy wig with full bangs. The other was a nice fall, about 18", curled upward ala MTM. During the summer, when school was out, I was allowed to be home alone, sorta like latch key. Sometimes I would take a day home alone and dress up in make up, padded bras, panties, nylons, get into my my sister's clothes and her wig and then masturbate. My favorite was to dress up with the full wig and then jack off with the fall. The feel of the hair on my dick was/is just indescribable both physically and sexually. Intoxicating. And so it is to this day. I.m in my early sixties and still have a long, straight hair fetish. By happy (or perhaps, unhappy) coincidence to my hair fetish, during my life I was married to a certain woman for 25 years. It was dysfunctional the whole time in one way or another and we ultimately had no intercourse during the last ten years until divorce. That was 8 years ago. BUT... in that last 10 year time period, my sexual needs were meet EXCLUSIVELY with hairjobs. Ok, maybe a blow job or two. Anything but intercourse. She was glad to be let off the hook and I was now able to tune into a fetish I'd only dreamed about and so the bargain was struck. It was a match made in heaven (sort of). and lasted for about 8 or 9 years. I could and did get them whenever I wanted. And Sunday mornings were set in stone. Otherwise, I could either jack myself off with my wife accommodating me in various positions to put her hair on me or she would jack me off with her hair while I kicked back. .I am single now and retired and have a few "girls" who service me regularly. I have a small walk-closet with some wig heads positioned. I like to get stoned (I live in a cannabis legal state) and do some dressing up and retire to my fun room. I put on my favorite wig for the day and then jack off with my next favorite hairpiece.
I don't know why but I hate all people who don't like long hair or who don't want to have long hair or who cut their hair short.
Even men. I hate them!
I am 55 years old and I have been a masturbation fanatic since I was 13. I got ahold of some porn magazines and the first chance I got to be alone, I spread them out in front of me and figured out what to do next. A few hours later, I did it again. The next day, I masturbated 4 more times. I jerked off heavily all through high school and beyond and rarely had girlfriends. I accumulated a large stash of porn magazines. In my 20s, I started going to adult bookstores and masturbated in those private video booths. Nowadays, of course, I have access to unlimited porn on the internet. I have masturbated less when I was in a relationship, but I always looked at porn and masturbated. Since I had a string of unsuccessful relationships, I decided to go it alone and now I masturbate just as much as I did when I was young, usually 4 or 5 times a day. I watch a lot of porn because the porn makes the orgasms more intense. I have often wondered if this is a strong sex drive or an addiction. Recently, I was on a camping trip and I did not have enough privacy to masturbate for several days. Yes I survived but by the end of the trip, I was thinking about what I was going to do when I could get myself some alone time and sure enough after I got home, I masturbated like crazy for a couple days, actually losing count of how many times.
I confess that I tinker with the idea of getting my over a meter long hair cut. Everyone loves me because of my hair and everyone tells me how good I look and how amazing my hair is. I guess when I cut them short I won't get the same attention as now and I don't like that.
I have a long straight hair fetish. Whenever I encounter a younger woman (the younger the better with long straight hair, I get aroused sexually. This usually ends in my going home and masturbating while thinking of the girl.
Over the years of having this fetish, I have attempted to satisfy it by buying several wigs of various styles. At first, I only played with them but this resulted in me trying them on and masturbating in front of a mirror. Eventually it led to cross dressing but only as a younger woman. I would purchase younger clothes and mimic the young girls I often saw in public places.
Now, I am taking this CD thing to the next level and going out to CD friendly public bars. I dress as a young woman in very conservative clothes and try to fit in. But in the end, it is all about the hair. Long straight hair falling around my face and down my back. Bangs are a plus with me and if I can style them with a deep sidepart, all the better. I cant get enough of this fetish and often wonder what will become of it. The only positive thing is that I am not hurting anyone and am keeping it totally to myself. My biggest worry is getting caught.
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.
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.
I started cutting hair when I was 18yrs old. My boss' client at the time had a one year old and he was my first client. I have cut his hair for 32 years now. I've watched him grow up and his family has given me a lot of business and even helped me buy the salon from my boss when she was ready to retire. He could call me the day of and get an appointment. I just care for him that much. Yesterday he did just that. I didn't have any openings but told him he could come in at 7pm and I'd stay late for him. I stayed until 11. I cut his hair for 30 minutes and he used me like a sex doll for the rest of the time. He confessed that he and his wife were breaking up while I was cutting his hair. She had already moved some things back to her parents' house. I don't know what came over me but when I finished his cut, I just kissed him. We had the best sex I've had in 20 years. I'm so hopeful he texts or calls today to thank me because I'm off today and ready to repeat it.
I wear a mask inside. I rent a little corner of a house. All my roommates laugh at me. But I stay in my room & wear a mask when I leave it. My roommates went to beaches & bars before mandates closed them. They brought back covid to all their families. After they got covid a second time & spread it to their families they finally got a vax. But when the beaches & bars re-opened they went again. I got my booster. They got omni & spread it to their families.
I’m so tired of being alone, but I haven’t had covid. They used to have fun & talk to each other. They were conservative & mocked my liberal views. But now they are always mad at each other. They can’t stand the right now. They blame the right for their getting covid 3-4 times. Now they are wearing masks again & getting boosters.
They all seem to have long covid. Their voices are deep & shallow. They walk slow & stay tired. They don’t go do any activities now. They can’t taste food. They don’t seem to notice they stink now. They seem to have allergies now. They sneeze around their pets.
They have stomach issues. Forget things. Are overweight & out of shape. Talk out loud. Get mad over minor things. One not only talks out loud angrily, but seems to answer themself. And starts crying. None of them care about each other now. Long covid?
I’m very sick & old, but they are catching up fast. Sadly, a lot of the family & friends are doing worse than me now. Or passed. I don’t get it. Had everyone worn a homemade mask & social distanced, most would be better. Many still alive.
Well at least I don’t have to hear far right pols now. They finally realize that group doesn’t care about anyone. It was sad to see some who mocked social health care, and now they need it. They’d say people struggling to buy meds needed to get a job. Now they complain about one med costing them hundreds a month. When you suddenly need a bunch of meds; struggle to breath; & stay worn out, it stops being funny.
Their bosses won’t ease up. The costs of meds don’t go down. Now they get it. Its sad to hear those who used to mock mask wearers come home angry that no one will wear a mask. Yet when one seems to have covid, they lie & say its allergies. Then the rest get it. I warned them. They also all want pain meds now. I hate to say it, but they need mental help now. But the far right mocks that, & they used to lean that way. I wish they’d go get help & take some happy meds.
I wonder how much longer I can dodge getting it. Well so far I have. I tell myself I wear my masks so I’ll live longer for my kids. But I stay sad. I try to hold on. But covid has made life so lonely.
I am in love with a girl. Absolutely head over heels. She's kind, makes time for me, funny, sweet, smart, caring, pretty... She's everything I love.
We spend so much time talking. Often, we video call for hours on end, overnight, we sit on video call whilst going about day to day activities.
It's like I'm actually there.
But she lives in another country.
I know many people make long distance work, we don't even have a language barrier as my German is very good and her English is amazing.
It's just after the last long distance I did, I'm afraid of losing her. I love her. It's not a silly passing infatuation. I can see myself marrying her.
Although our time was brief, I know that I really liked you and I still wish that it could have worked out between us.
What hurts the most is not anything that you did but all that didn't happen.
I believed I would never find love in this life and that this was enough.
Meeting you has taught me that I want to love.
It was so easy to like you and easy to imagine and desire more.
However, in our time together it was inescapably evident to me that I am not the person you would love. Not now, not as I am now.
Would there have been a chance for us if this was another time in our lives?
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