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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!
I haven't been working for 2 weeks now because I am on sick leave.
Actually I just want to watch the world cup, I haven't missed a game since it started. My boss thinks I am seriously ill. That was worth it!
#lie #sick #leave #ill #world #cup #game #soccer #confession
I'm a young and pretty girl but I bet that no one would have thought that I would have such a fetish. I'm attracted to the complete opposite of myself, old and ugly men. I also like the thought of being molested or gang raped by a group of old, disgusting and fat men while being called degrading things like slut and cum dump.
I edged up to a married woman and seduced her. Now she wants to get a divorce to be with me. But I just played with her, shit...
I feel ashamed.
#married #sex #divorce #ashamed #confession
It's me again, The guy who works at Giant Eagle. I might as well confess that this very selfish but, when you hardly make any money working at Giant Eagle, all you want is more money. Usually whenever a customer has too many groceries, I will get another cart and then put their groceries in both carts. After that, I will help the customer out to their vehicle. This is where the selfishness comes in. After I help a customer to their vehicle and, depending on the customer, put their items in the vehicle or the customer will do it themself. Either way, every time I help a customer out to their vehicle, I'm always hoping they will give me a big tip of $50 or more. If a customer doesn't give me a tip, I walk away feeling cheated. If a customer does give me a tip but it's only a few dollars, again I feel cheated and wish that they would give me more money.
Im a 13 year old girl and im slightly overweight ive got a belly.. But im always horny i just want to get fucked.. Especially by an older man. Ive had lesbian sex before but i really just want a cock. I think about getting fucked by an older man all the time.. Someone who will eat me out, suck my tits, and fuck my pussy!! But i know it will never happen, my mither is incredibly religious and i could never sneak out to have sex
#sex
I’m very angry at myself. As a human I always felt I should Side with liberals in most cases. As a Christian I felt obligated to side with conservatives because my Church told me too.
I refused to watch the news. I voted right most times in hopes of stopping abortion.
But the virus had me watching the news. I haven’t done that since childhood. Too depressing.
I saw a jogger chased & killed for trespassing. It took protests to get those nuts arrested.
I saw a man slowly choked to death as he begged. Made me cry.
One died for tress passing. One died over $20.
Then the insanity in Utah. I saw cops learn a disabled child is afraid of them because they killed his grandpa. I heard an evil cop state they were going to shoot him plain as day; before engaging. I saw cowards chase & corner that little boy & shine a light on him.
I saw the brave little boy refuse to lay down to be killed. I saw an evil POS shoot that unarmed child.
I’m now watching a corrupt system protect the evil POS who shot that baby.
I rarely even get mad. When it does I quickly get over it. But I’m angry. My votes help create such a system. Well I’m changing my votes. All liberal from now on. I can’t trust our system any more. The protestors are right.
I still disagree with the crimes. But the peaceful protestors are correct. Most cops are good. But bad cops are covered up for. This case removes all doubt of that. It’s scary to think a killer hiding behind a badge could just walk up & kill a random toddler & get away with it. This case proves that.
I hope they make a cop show episode about this. Let’s see the reality. Cops can try to kill anyone they want. They are above the law.
We who vote allow this.
I have a bad tendency to get violent when I'm angry and I'm scared of my self I forget who I am and what I'm doing and I blank out and don't remember anything unless I'm told what I have done and tbh it scares me not knowing what I do when I lose it I feel like I should be in a mental asylum I hate myself for getting violent
A few months ago I got my first vibrator and with it I have learned to make my clit swell and throb. I try to keep it going longer and longer before loosing it. I recommend everybody try it. Shaking and needing to scream when you must remain silent is a challange. When I'm the only one at home, I let it all out.
#recommend #vibrator #masturbate #s
I'm a guy who admits to be turned on by being submissive to girls. I recently can't seem to get over the thought of being completely dominated by a girl by being told to have sex with her, without a condom while knowing in advance that she has an std. Or by being told to have sex with a girl and it's guaranteed to trick her into getting pregnant. Not sure why but I think of it all the time.
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?
A year ago in high school i saw this really hot girl with an amazing ass and i could not stop thinking about her. So i started to stalk her on social media and soon i just started to jerk to her everyday. One day i went to a party and i met her there. She was really wild like she was tipsy. So a few minutes into the conversation i felt myself getting hard so i got her to come sit on the couch with me, but she decided to sit on my lap! Her ass felt amazing but i knew she must be able to feel me too then. A minute later she must have figured it out as she said "hey little man, I've got a gift for you". She started to rock her ass back and forth so fast, she must have assumed i never had any action before because of my small size, which was true, i immediately begged her to stop but it was too late. I jizzed in my pants in less than 10 seconds. She asked me what i was doing because she could hear my soft moans, then she felt my cum through my pants and quickly hopped off of me. She must have thought it was really funny because she took her phone out to take a picture. She tried to call some of her girlfriends over but i ran out as fast as possible. She now notices me in the hallways of school and calls me little minuteman along with the rest of the school.
“Gay”, the definition itself means to be happy. I have lately come to love being a gay man. It's just so emotionally and physically pleasing to be able to connect so well with another man, something well beyond just a friendship, its heaven itself.
I think in the beginning it was just a phase, just experimenting. Then I thought about it more often and when I couldn’t get it out of my head, the pleasure, the acceptance, the want, I knew I was gay.
For me, it wasn’t just the sexual joy ride, it was something else, something deep in my soul that I felt, that I couldn’t do with out and that’s what had scared me.
See, I’m not looking for a single LTR., I enjoy multiple partners. I am what other gay men refer to as a bottom, not just a bottom but also a totally submissive bottom. I love men who take control, who know what they want when it comes to homosexual interactions inside and outside the bedroom.
Most people could never tell I was gay, but it seems other gay men, especially my type of gay man know instantly what I am. I guess I should describe the type of man that gets me wet.
He is my age or older (someone born 1962 or earlier), he is Caucasian, he’s Gay or Bi, he is the same height or taller (6’), he’s mature in every way, he’s between 250 to 300 pounds and has at least a 6 inch cock hard. He’s a top or dom looking for a fuck buddy that he likes to share with his gay friends. He’s into photography/videography and will record every encounter. My prefect man would be all these things and will ensure that everyone knows I am gay and that I love pleasing men.
This is who I really am, its not that I just love cock, it’s that I am in love with cock, it has the ability to rule my life and it calls me 24/7, being gay is not a problem for me I like the sound of it. It’s the knowing I am a gay slut and that I want to get ganged daily and that is a hard task to accomplish and stay employed.
I am addicted to dank memes. I must sincerely say I am. I know what it looks/ sounds like. But you can't understand. There's something about the dying need to scroll, farther, find a meme funnier than the last, it just takes over my free will. IM COMPLETELY SERIOUS.
I used to have a dream, I used to know what I wanted from life, it was everything I could ask.
Of course i never could reach it and I know I never will. So here I am, almost six years after realizing that, still weeping about it.
I thought that after fully understanding how impossible it is I would've given up, but I can't. I don't have anything else to strive for, every day is meaningless and I see nothing worth living for in my future.
I hate my job, I can't even run away from suicidal thoughts anymore. I was told I'd stop caring eventually, I'd accept my situation and the pain will be numb.
Why isn't it happening?
I am too weak to face a life where I'm not what I wanted to be, and I know this is just me being childish and unreasonable.
I believed in that dream, I based the whole vision of my life on that, now I'm empty.
I just wished I could simply die from an unavoidable cause, or give up completely on that stupid impossible dream and accept a meaningless life. But I can't.
I don't have the strength to give up or kill myself and I hate my weak self, I hate myself more than anything else in this world. But I can't change, I couldn't in these years and it's already too late to accomplish anything.
Why can't I be normal and be fine with a random job? Why do I have to ask myself the reason I'm living for constantly and never find a convincing answer?
I wished I didn't waste my life following a chimera, now I'm left with nothing to rebuild myself on. No titles, no papers for my studies and I can't do nothing well enough to make a living out of it. I'm not even suited for my current job and I fear I'm gonna lose it soon.
The more i go ahead in life the scarier it gets, I don't want to live another five years like this, let alone sixty or more. Yet there is no other way and I know it, so why is it that I keep suffering like this?
I guess I just had to be born an idiot, I'm not meant to live. I am not strong enough to make it in society and this is the natural selection telling me I'm broken, thus I am to be discarded.
This whole vent never got anywhere, and I guess it might irritate some people, so I'll stop it here. I wonder when was it that I took a stray path, maybe it was when I started to dream in the first place.
Or more probably I was wrong from the start. The early adulthood should be the prime of one's life, I've been wanting to die since I was twelve and my prime time is almost over. I guess I was supposed to start enjoying life somewhere along the line but I only did for a bit less than a year. Other that that it was just a free fall into darkness.
I'd like to say I'm at my limit but I know myself better than that. My limit is still far away and so is the ending of my suffering.
I had my first kiss with a girl named Britni. It was amazing. Sadly her mom found out and she isn’t allowed to ever see me again.. she was my everything. I lost a piece of me.
As a kid (okay more a teenager) my friends and I always had stupid ideas how we could spend our time together. One night we had a sleepover at my place, I had the idea to go to the cemetery and have a good old game of DARE. Because we were all boys at the age of 12-15 no one wanted to admit that we were scared. I was scared for sure.
So we went to the cemetera and of course I had to go first because it was my idea. My task was to go to on of the tombstones (the one the farest away from us and the one with a creepy looking angel sitting on top of it) and there I should light the candle at the grave.
As scared as I was I didn't want them to think I'm a coward. I went there and kneeled down to light the candle as someone jumped from behind the tombstone, screaming like hell.
I started screaming as well, kicking and punching. I also pissed in my pants.
My friends thought it was funny to scare me and it worked. But what they didn't think of was my reaction. I kicked and punched and destroyed the whole grave. All flowers were trampled down, the little figures were broken and the photo in the picture frame of the dead guy and his family was also destroyed.
Because we were scared to get caught, we ran away as fast as we could.
The incident also appeared on the local newspapers with a picture of the damage and the headline "WHO DID THIS?"
They never found out it was us but I will definitely regret this for the rest of my life.
#grave #cemetery #boys #dare #tombstone #scared #damage #coward #confess
I love both men and women but sometimes I wish to live in a world of cute, beautiful and sexy women with huge cocks existed and I was the only woman with a pussy. Imagining all those femdoms dominating me and owning me like a slave makes my pussy so wet. Hehe, I'm getting really wet just thinking about it. Only in my dreams I guess, hehe.
#futanari #femdom #slave #fantasy #horny #women #lgbt #lesbian #bisexual
A young man was showing off his new sports car to his girlfriend. She was thrilled at the speed.
"If I do 200mph, will you take off your clothes?" he asked.
"Yes!" said his adventurous girlfriend.
And as he gets up to 200, she peeled off all her clothes.
Unable to keep his eyes on the road, the car skidded onto some gravel and flipped over. The naked girl was thrown clear, but he was jammed beneath the steering wheel.
"Go and get help!" he cried.
"But I can't. I'm naked and my clothes are gone!"
"Take my shoe", he said, "and cover yourself."
Holding the shoe over her pubes, the girl ran down the road and found a service station. Still holding the shoe between her legs, she pleaded to the service station proprietor, "Please help me! My boyfriend's stuck!"
The proprietor looked at the shoe and said, "There's nothing I can do...he's in too far."
#embarrassment #shoe #car #crash #boyfriend
I am a 23 years old bisexual guy it happened when I was, 16 years old my best friends little brother was 14. We used to wrestle a lot and in the midst of it for him to stop I had to squeeze his cock not in a sexual way though. One day while playing he had a spontaneous erection I squeezed his cock, he liked the feeling and I was shocked that it had happen, I went home immediately. I hid from him for about 2 days, after he had began to touch my cock and me his, I was afraid of what was happening to me. Eventually I got over it we would masturbate together every other day for the entire month. He asked me to suck his cock, his cock was as hard as a rock I started to strock it, I was afraid then it entered my mouth and he did the same we tried 69 for a while then we came. A few nights later we were on his roof sitting and he grabbed my cock and started to stroke it we sucked each other in the night and he asked for us to try having sex, I declined after we came and went home.
A few days later we were sitting and talking my best friend/ his brother had went home and I had made the decision to have sex he had entered me it. Had entered me it really hurt, and I entered him as well. We didn't talk for a few days after we had sex.. we would fuck like dogs every Sunday when he is home alone, we did everything crazy and we would bust our load in each other's mouth. A few years have passed and we both have our girlfriends with whom we are happy but for some strange reason I cannot resist having sex with him if he calls me over I cannot resist. Until next time
#bi #experiment #sex
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