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I’ve resulted to the internet to help financially and at a complete loss. And I afraid to tell my husband.
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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
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.
I married a much younger woman, and she knew about my sexual submission and addiction to total enclosure bondage, at the time, but said she didn't care. Well, after about a year, she put me into my leather strait-jacket, pulled up the attached hood, and hauled it viciously tight to my head and face, leaving me only two tiny nostril holes, and a small zipper across my mouth, sealed tight shut at the time, which reduced me to silence, with insufficient air for speaking. After checking the tightness of the buckles, she teased me into massive erection, and then calmly told me she was having an affair with Herb, next door. He was a younger, new divorcee, and not someone I liked a lot. Pushy, loud, aggressive, bit of a drinker, he just rubbed me the wrong way. In silent distress, I heard her say that Herb knew all about me, and while he "didn't like perverts" he was curious, and wanted to see "it" for himself. Just then the doorbell rang and Gretchen said "that'll be him! Don't go anywhere!" and went to the front door. A minute later Herb's unpleasant tones said "Fuckin' A!" with a hint of glee. He went on "Wow Greta, you weren't fucking kidding were you! And LOOK at the size of that thing! Man, he's really havin' fun isn't he!" She sniffed, and said icily "Him yes, me not so much!" Herb came close, and then his fat fingers seized my swollen balls and squeezed hard! "MMMMMMMMMFFFFFF!" was all I could manage. They both laughed. Then Gretchen said thoughtfully "you guys have never liked each other, have you? I know he thought you were loud and ignorant!" She sniggered evilly, and said "I gotta meet the girls - can you look after him while I'm gone?" He said coldly "Oh you better believe it, hon! I'll take REAL good care of him! He'll be really glad to see you, I guaran-damn-tee!" Soon as she was gone, he said menacingly Oh you in trouble now, asshole!" He twisted my balls painfully, yanking on them, as I writhed in agony. "Thing is, doofus - greta and me we're sort of close, and we think you should just become our slave, from now on! Do exactly what you're told, no exceptions, or punishment! Real punishment! Gonna be fun, shit-for-brains! At least for me! I'm gonna fuck you up so bad!"
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.
I'm gay, I'm 14 and gay, I live in Missouri and I just want to get fucked, and fuck guys, I want to give bj's and I want guys to give bj's to me, and I just want to find true love and have a husband with me by my side.
The cheating on my wife isn't really the worst of it. Last night I made out and then had my best friends fiancé (I am their best man) suck my dick. I think I'm a pretty bad person right now....
I was 25. It was my birthday. I'd been seeing my boyfriend for about a year. I didn't start out intending to have sex, but I must admit that I had thought about it. I had wanted him for a while, but I was raised to wait for marriage. Still, on this particular day my desire for him was especially strong.
My boyfriend said he had a very special birthday present for me, so we went to his house. There he carried out a well executed seduction. I was more than a bit reluctant, but I was in love with him, so eventually his gentle persistence won me over. He was kind, sweet, romantic, gentle, and persistent and respectful of my feelings and eventually my resistance fell away. I couldn't resist anymore.
He had mentioned to me a few times that he had an urge to make love to me, but that he respected my feelings enough not to pursue it. I had felt the urge too, but I had always managed not to succumb to it. Somehow, this day felt different, though I didn't realize why.
He started to make small, subtle advances and I barely noticed. Or maybe I didn't want to notice. The wet kisses passed unnoticed. He mentioned again that he had been thinking a lot about making love to me lately. Gradually, the advances got more direct and forward.
Somewhere along the line, I started to say no and it came out OK. That's when I knew it was time. I was surprised, but I knew I was ready, due to his persistence. So I gave in. I was scared, nervous, uncomfortable, but exhilarated, happy, excited, and curious. I actually found myself looking forward to it. I was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure and the romantic moment.
I sent him out of the room, then I stripped my way up the stairs, leaving a boot at the foot of the stairs, another boot a couple of steps up, my dress a couple of steps after that, my pantyhose a step up from there, my bra at the top of the stairs, and my panties hanging on the doorknob of the bedroom.
I waited completely naked on the bed, wrapped in a sheet. He quickly stripped down to his undies and climbed on the bed next to me. I was tingling. After a little foreplay, I took his underpants off. Then we curled up and gave each other oral simultaneously. We did that for about half an hour.
Then I rolled over on my back and he went inside. We had intercourse for quite a long time. He was very good, and he told me he enjoyed it too. I had two or three orgasms and he came too. It was excellent! He was very good! It was passionate and romantic, about as good as a girl's first time can be.
Afterwards, I felt a mix of emotions: sadness, exhilaration, excitement, disappointment, deep romance, nervousness, peace, a bit of regret, but also happiness, satisfaction, and a myriad of other feelings. It was all something of a jumble.
It was a wonderful first experience, very romantic and tender. He was patient and he was very good. I felt like part of me had just died, but I also felt like I had staarted an exciting new adventure, one I would enjoy many times afterwards. What a great birthday present!
please find me a cute nice husband or I will kill you all! I am sick of waiting bitch god!
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 some resentment towards my husband for being obsessed with oral sex. I feel like its not god honoring.
Here's the deal. I'm in a loving, commited, fantastic relationship that I know will lead to marriage. We've been best friends for a couple of years and he's seen me through the best and worst times in my life. He also witnessed my emotional rollercoaster with my ex. This ex was a guy I dated on and off for about 3 almost 4 years. We never ended up in a commited relationship. It really only consisted of whenever I was in town, we'd hook up. There was a time I loved him, but knew he was just having his fun with me. He would tell me that after all he finished dating other people and I finished dating other people, that we'd get married. That he wanted me, more than anyone else. After going through this for almost 4 years, living off of the crumbs of attention he'd throw my way, I finally put an end to it and cut off communication. If the man really wanted me, he would have made sure no one else had me.
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 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
Everyone thinks we are ideal gay couple- a model for straight and gay people to follow.
Truth is, I've been cheating on my husband since I started dating him. I lost count of the number of cocks I've sucked or had up my ass- or how many mouths and asses I've fucked.
I've cheated on him at my job, in public bathrooms, at porno theaters, and in our own bed.
I look for sex on the street, at work, online, and even with some of our mutual friends- especially those married to women.
I still love him more than anything and I dread the day that he finds out.
I’m a straight woman who married a lesbian. I love her, she’s a great stepmom to my daughter, and it feels so amazing to be desired again, but I still feel conflicted.
My husband died suddenly several years ago. I was devastated, my daughter cried every day for a month. It took so much work between my and the rest of my family just to keep me stable so I could continue to work to provide for her (and I’m so grateful that I was able to do that). I’ve always been on the heavy side, and I gained even more weight over the next few years. It felt like nobody would or even could want me as a person ever again, and I even came to terms with that after a couple of truly awful dates and short-lived relationships.
Then I met my wife.
She was on an assignment in the same building I work in. Our building has a small lounge where I like to eat lunch every now and then just to get away from my desk; and one day she walked up to my table and asked if she could join me. She’s younger than me—a lot younger, about 13 years younger—but she was very fun to talk to and we had a lot shared interests, so I didn’t mind. We had lunch together again the next day, and the day after that, and then every other day until her assignment in the building was over. I got the sense that she was interested in me, and then on her last day on-site she asked me on a date and my heart just about skipped a beat.
Someone had asked me out. A *lesbian* had asked me out. And I didn’t want to say no.
I said yes and set up a sitter and then I went on my first date in four years and made out with her in my car after.
I know there’s a stereotype about lesbians showing up to their second date with a U-Haul, and we didn’t quite move that fast, but we did move pretty fast. I introduced her to my daughter (as “mommy’s friend from work”) on the second date. We had sex on our third date. She was helping my daughter with her math homework the next morning. She didn’t officially move in until we’d been together for six months, but she spent more weekends at my house than at her apartment. She proposed to me at exactly the one-year mark, but my daughter was already calling her “mom” before then.
Like I said, I love my wife. I love that she loves me, I love that she desires me, I love that she has stepped into the stepmom role without a moment’s hesitation, I love spending time with her and everything we do together, and she is the best and most generous lover I have ever had.
But I still consider myself a straight woman. I still have moments when I look at her and it takes me an embarrassingly long time to remember that I married this woman. When we’re having sex, sometimes I have to close my eyes when I kiss her to get over my initial “but this is a woman” instincts, and going down on her has always been hard (and I don’t think I’ll ever be really good at it). I also still have some shame about my weight, and even though it’s clear my wife views my weight as a PLUS, sometimes I can’t help but feel fetishized, especially when she wants me on top of her and I get worried I’ll crush her.
My parents have never been fully on board with my wife, either. They stopped saying mean things about her, and she stopped griping to me about them, but especially with all of the “groomer” talk going around lately it feels so very tense every time we see them.
Overall, I suppose we’re pretty happy together. Looking at my wedding ring, I guess I can’t say I’m still with her “for the novelty” like I used to. I don’t fully know what to call myself and don’t feel comfortable calling myself “queer” because that was an insult other kids my age called each other growing up, but my wife openly embraces the label and would for-sure say we’re in a “queer marriage.”
So that’s where I’m at, I guess.
#marriage #lesbian #stepmother #straight #bbw
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 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
As I kid I thought you impregnant a woman when you marry her. I was totally afraid of getting married or attending to a wedding party. One time, I was around 11, my aunt married and at her party, she sat on a chair and the people carried her around and I was just so terrified that they would hurt her and her new baby. I ran to the dance floor, screaming and shouting that they should stop because they would kill the baby.
It was so embarrassing. Everyone was laughing at me.
#impregnant #marry #afraid #baby #pregnant #marriage #wedding
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