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I am a sissy male and enjoy it immensely. I dream of finding a tall dark and handsome Man and he loves me for the sissy I am. He asks me to marry him and I say YES. I am his wife and lay curled up next to my Man every night playing with his Big Man Cock.. I m his wife and take care of him doing what I wife needs to do for her man. He treats me like the sissy cock slut I am and keeps me dressed like a whore. This is the life I want to live.
Sissy Boy C.
Never marry. They make it look good in movies. It’s almost guaranteed to end in divorce and make you extremely depressed if you actually loved. If you have children; you’ll watch them suffer because of the divorce.
You’ll say what about love. I’m still madly in love. Still got divorced. My kids were doing well. We both love them. But now they are not doing great. It really hurt one of them.
I’m trying to help fix my children emotionally, but one gave up on themself. I’m staying positive and supportive. But when I’m alone, it tears me apart. My failures caused this.
Really, a disease that’s been trying to kill me for years caused all of this.
I look for successful marriages. I knew two old people once. But their children were spoiled , & one a terrible parent. So even though the marriage worked for them; one child still ended up a mess.
I think the people who are happy and context as a single person have it figured out.
Happy being key. Many loners aren’t happy. I was. But I certainly am not now.
Maybe it’s just me. A disease broke me. That caused the divorce and that’s when my kids started having problems in their lives. One survived it because of what I taught them. One is recovering with my help. But one just gave up. I spent all I can seeking help, but they can’t.
Divorce is terrible. I cry when I’m alone. I pray and pray, but God doesn’t help. I’m so sad. I even try to get help for that. It doesn’t help. I cry for them, not me.
I don't wanna me with my boyfriend anymore, he drives me crazy. Like he drinks his coffee, it's disgusting and annoying, I could go nuts! I don't think he is attractive anymore. Now he wants to marry me and I am not able to break up with him. Our parents are now starting to plan our wedding and I am freaking out. Actually, I'm in love in another man and I rejected him for my present boyfriend. I am such an idiot. This was the biggest mistake in my life and I don't know how I can end this. I'll have to leave my boyfriend at the altar, whether I like it or not.
#marriage #wedding #boyfriend #frustrating #love #altar #confession
When my first dominatrix wife divorced me, I was devastated, and tried very hard to find a replacement.
I dated dozens of women, and discovered that my only hope lay in a much older woman, probably not great-looking.but hopefully VERY determined to take control of a younger male who would do almost anything for her. I found what I needed in the form of a prematurely retired psych nurse from the state asylum for the criminally insane, who finally admitted to me that she had resigned to avoid being fired, for vanishing a younger inmate deep into the bowels of the old, unused section of the asylum, where she could keep him strait-jacketed in a padded isolation cell, for what turned out to be years! She milked him twice a day, lengthily and mercilessly, concentrating on orgasm delay and denial, his screams unheard in the bowels of the old part of the building. I found this so exciting, I asked her to marry me on our first meeting, and told her she could indulge HER addiction freely, while enabling mine!
I have a trust fund, which she now controls, and she keeps me comfortably but inescapably in an ex-army bodybag, of olive-drab rubberized canvas, with two small zippered openings, at crotch and mouth, so she can have access to whatever end of me she wants. She is deliriously happy, and spends hours convincing me that I will never see the light of day again, but will spend the rest of my life pleasuring her, as she tortures me, even to the extent of cruelly rationing my air to mere survival level. I have learned exactly how she needs to be pleasured, and strive always to improve.
I have been having a hard time in my marriage for a few months; husband's an alcoholic and our relationship as well as "sex life" is very one sided. I finally snapped when I worked up the nerve to ask him for oral and he said no. So the next morning when I saw a hot young construction worker lost in the stock room at my work, I asked him if he had a minute to help me with a hard to reach spot. He was eager to help sounding respectful but also flirtatious. I directed him to a storage room and asked again if he didnt mind helping me. He looked at me in an unsure way and said "Sure what do you need?" I told him to come here and started undoing his belt and pants. His face was in disbelief as I dropped to my knees; he asked "Are you sure we won't get in trouble?" though he was already pulling out his dick, he got hard as soon as I jerked him into my mouth! I love recalling the sighs and gasps he made; then I stood up lifting my dress, pulled off my lace panties and leaned back on a table of dusty boxes. He pounded into my pussy sliding in and out; threw my legs together and squeezed my ass. I was so turned on and almost close to coming. I sighed "Oh shit" and then he pulled out and came on my stomach and dress. He pulled up his pants with a huge smile then ran out of the room. Even though I didn't come it was exhilarating, and is good for the spank bank. Although Im still waiting for someone to eat my pussy.
I am the second daughter of a Hindi family born in the USA. I went to college near my home and when I graduated I got a job in Florida. My parents were totally against me leaving my hometown. I was working for three months, living for the first time in my own apartment, when my mother and grandmother showed up without warning. They told me that they had been working hard to find me a husband and they had been rewarded in their search and I was promised to a man from Bangalore. He was in need of a wife with the ability to bring him to the USA. I listened and didn't offer any resistance. It's useless. He came to the USA and we were married two months later with all the Hindi traditions. He took the marriage seriously and consumated me on my wedding night getting me pregnant. I gave birth to a son nine months later. I have two more sons and I am a full time Hindi wife. He doesn't hit me and his punishments are easy.
I am stuck in a sexless marriage and hate myself for it. I have had opportunity to cheat and offers from other women but turned them down because I'm in love with my wife. I contemplate divorce everyday but I stay for my kids. I hate myself for not having the strength to walk away.
#divorce #marriage #self #hate #resentment
My first marriage our sex life was great, the best. We were so compatible on every level, since it was often her that brought up something new to 'spice' up our sex life. We did a lot of role play, anal sex, she loved to be fucked in the ass, and she would use a life-like strap on cock on me. I would often 'encourage' her to go out and have fun with her girlfriends on the weekends. Often she would go out dancing and get back home about 3am. She would only tell me that guys would be coming onto her all night, and her pussy was so wet when she got home, we would usually have sex unless she was too drunk or tired or I was too sleepy. But often we'd have sex within the day after that. She did tell me she did have sex with some other guys while we were married, usually when she went on a 'business trip' or when I was away on my 'business'. But shit happened, and we got a divorce, though remained friends. I wish we would've stayed married and built a solid cuckold-open marriage, which I'm sure that would have been the end result of staying together, which is, what I want. She met this one young guy, she said he had a nine inch cock, and fucked him a few times, though he had a fiance' back home, he was in town on a business trip himself.
My mom and my dad separated some years ago but still stayed married. Mom moved out, found a knew apartment and they both didn't talk to each other.
Some nasty stuff happened, she moved back in, they fought, she moved back out.
That happend quite a few times.
Now, my mom lives about 50 miles away, I don't see her that often. But she and my dad get along really well the last months.
Now she told me that she wanted to move back in.
I don't want her to move back in! It's a disaster! A catastrophy! They will get along for a few weeks or two months, then there'll be screaming, and destroying things, maybe the police has to come. I don't want that!
I have to prevent it! That's not possible.
Now, I am in the first row when the party begins. And I promise you, I'll destroy it, before it even begins!
I’ve resulted to the internet to help financially and at a complete loss. And I afraid to tell my husband.
#marriage #sex #boobs #sugardaddy
I got married too early and I would rather be with her sister or her sister’s roommate. She’s gotten so fat and she just lives her life depressingly. I would love to be single for a week
My wife and me are serving as foster parents for three nephews, these kids are my wife's relativos and thay are horrible. They can't behave at all, they argue all day and fight all the fucking time.
My wife and me are sick to the point that we are not getting along at all and just keep fighting and fighting, and I hate it, because these kids came home just to ruin my marriage just because of my wife's brother who is a lazy scum that doesn't want his spoiled kids.
I've even been contemplating divorce since she is unbereably angry all the time.
I just want these kid to leave, they are horrible, they are extremely spoiled, if you don't give them what they want they scream and shout, they acuse us of beating them to give us problems with the neighbors, one of them tried to break my nintendo switch on purpose because I didn't let him play with it one day.
They scream all the time, they try to not eat anything for days just to make it look like we don't give them food. These fucking brats are ruining our lifes and it was all thanks to my wife who said yes to this, foster shitty project that I just want it to end as soon as posible...
i am from ind mus family recently get married but i felt my wife don't have any fantacy i told and asked so many thing always nagative answer getting from her but i am different guy i can't be be one women in my life i need changes lot of changes i need every week or every month different women lot of affairs i like recently one of the my relatives aunty got with 3 boys . When u see her husband i felt jealous. I want something like that in my life . My wife should enjoy so I also can be enjoy.even if she don't want to do infront of me threesome or something like that i dont have problems she can hide and she has to respect my feeling also. Wo bhi Azad hum bhi Azad . We can show world we are very good couple or good mus. But from inside we can play wat ever wat we want.let me know if Any IND mus lady want to enjoy life like a free bird and same fantasy i have let me know vicky6f6 is my gmil id contact me and mentioned this confession
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I often contemplate divorce, I love my wife but I have not been happy for years and I keep convincing myself things will get better but I'm starting to get the the point where I dont care anymore.
Never marry or have children. Try your best, but others will mess it all up. Just stay single and have a good time.
I have gotten to a point where I just can't stand my husband anymore. Forcing it to work has driven me to act stupidly finding what I need elsewhere but that solves nothing creating more and more issues. Yes I am aware that I a giant piece of shit for this.
We got married at 21 after I got pregnant. I am now almost 31 and idk if i have changed or the circumstances possibly both but fuck we are fighting more that getting along. No matter how each of us tries to communicate, one this the otger is attacking and it becomes one nasty fight or another. Im tired. Tired of all this shit. And no when you a have a kid with autsim in all the correct programs you dont have the option to pick and just leave
At this stage the only way out seems to be death but who can afford to die these days.
Anyways there is my confession.
I became really close friends with my English and math teachers in high school. I even babysat for them. After graduation, they became really close friends of mine. We would drink and tell stories. After about a year of this, I learned that they are in an open marriage. And I also learned that this woman, kinda not pretty and over twice my age, wanted to fuck me. We were already faced and I went for it. Her husband was in the house. And he would occasionally walk through the room. After about an hour of sex he walked in and said break it up or else he would join. I cheated on my girl for some 38 yo cougar. I have dropped them as friends and refuse to talk to them.
Yesterday, someone parked in my driveway. My neighbours celebrated their marriage or something like that.
I was so pissed of that I put bird seed on the car, shortly afterwards, a dozen doves were sitting (and shitting) on the car, picking for the seed, making huge scratches in the car. It was great!
#parking #driveway #neighbours #celebration #marriage #bird #seed #revenge
I sometimes secretly wish my wife would die. I love her and I always will but sometimes I miss the freedom I had when I was single. Divorce is out of the question so the only way our marriage can end is if she dies. If she does die then I already know what my life will be. I can smoke, drink, and eat myself to death and that is how I will be most happy to die.
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