No subscription or hidden extras
Read the best #old confession stories
For the past 6 months I have been having sex with my 75 year-old widowed neighbor. I can't begin to tell you all the countless loads I've emptied inside this poor old, woman over the last 6 months day after day.
Her son came by a few weeks ago, and he thanked me for looking after his mom since both him and his sister live out of state and don't get to see their mom often. If he only knew for the last 6 months I have been using his mother as my personal sperm sepository, he would have probably killed me on the spot.
As we talked, I couldn't help but think how less than an hour ago, I was balls deep in his mother while she moaned like a whore as I flooded her dormant womb for the 3rd time that day. How she walks around her house all half naked so I can fuck her like some sex slave to be used and discarded, until her services were needed again. Oh, if only her knew.
I am a 13 year old girl who plays video games. Obviously, in the video games I play, there is nothing but older guys. Typically 16-30. I never give out my age, due to creepy old people, or because nobody wants to talk to a 13 year old "little girl". Since I don't tell anyone my age, the guys start to like me and I have about 10 guys I talk to on a daily basis but it's mainly just talking and occasional flirting. I am mentally, physically, and especially sexually attracted to older men. so I have had feelings for every one of them at one time. I've sent nudes to one of them, the other says he loves me and he wants to meet me and he would kiss me. (Keep in mind that I met every single one of these guys online) I told another guy that I liked him and he didn't say it back but he acts like it so I think he's leading me on and I want to stop contacting him but I just can't. I have almost every one of these guys chasing after me. I know it's wrong and I could get them thrown in jail for it but it's my addiction and I can't help it.
I really want an older woman like 20-35 to have sex with me because I think that having an older woman command me around and tease me is sexy. I want her to get a strap on and talk about how big her dick is and how I'm too young for her. I'm a 16 year old male and I just would love this experience please
I’m 17yo but into older guys (20yo -50yo) but I like to keep it a secret. I always wanted a secret relationship. I’d love to sneak around on cute dates and smoke a blunt.
I fell for a guy that is totally wrong for me. I have kids, he does not. I am 14 years older than him. He's moving about 2 hours away from my home to help build his business. Despite all those reasons, I am head over heels for him and can't stop thinking about him. Writing this today because I am going to his house tonight for dinner after I drop my kids off at my ex's house and I'm going to ask him to delay his move to see if our relationship really is real. I'm so nervous about what his answer is going to be.
#relationship #younger #older #lust
I'm in love with someone 17 years older than me. I'm 15 and he's 32. He has confessed to having some sort of feelings for me. I can't stop thinking about him, and i know I shouldn't have these feelings, but I do.
My family moved to the country. MY Dad was opening up a new territory. I was bored to death. It was summer and I didn't know anyone with no chance of meeting anyone before school started.
I was walking on the road when this guy about 40 came by on a horse. He stopped to chat. He offered to let me ride behind him. I went for it.
He rode me straight to his house which was next to ours but with about five acres in between.
I knew what he thought he was going to accomplish. I was determined to play him along as long as I could just to have something to do!
I wan't a virgin so I knew what the boys had on their minds constantly. This guy was old enough to almost be my Dad but I didn't care. I was just curious as hell and very sure of myself.
He got me to help him brush the horse down and do some other stuff in the barn. By then I was hot and sweaty. he suggested that I could take a shower and wear some of his clothes till he could get mine washed and dry. I went for it It was really exciting. I was playing way over my head.
I stripped, got in the shower and was loving it when he came into the bathroom. I knew he could see my outline thru the milk glass of the shower..I found that exciting.
He announced that he left me something to cover up with and he would see me in the den.
I turned the shower off and found a giant towel waiting. Nothing more! I went out to complain. He laughed it off. Asked me if I wanted a beer. I went for the beer and several more. Somehow we ended up on the sofa with me on bottom and him on top. I let him feel me up and kiss me till I was really on a roll. I was feeling a bit dizzy from the beer but I knew the moment he put his hand on my pussy He slide his hand up the towel and started massaging me. It felt to good. His hands were big. Not like the boys at school.
I found him working his way between my legs and I knew what was coming and didn't care. I'm not virgin for sure but he started pushing into me and i could feel him like never before. Long story short. he fucked me good. I think I climaxed about four times before he did. He rested, had another beer and did me again.
I finally got dressed. Didn't know for sure what to say to him. I started telling him that I was not that kind of a girl and didn't know what happened. He just laughed. he kissed me out the door and told me any time I wanted to ride his horse to come over.
#young #old #aggressive
I get horny when men check out my wifes ass, she loves to wear tights showing off her ass and panty lines.
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
My best friend and I got wild with my boyfriend's dad and experienced the best sex ever. It is for us and fot the boyfriend to never know. WOW. Go for it girlfriends. (:
#older #olderisbetter #bfdad #ggb #sex #wild #hot #fuck #suck #lick #3some
Photographer can not resist directing is own cuckolding
I am a photographer and had an assignment for a modern relationship magazine involving couples in real live life style situations.
I asked my wife and best friend to model and they would get paid. Both had been models for me previously but in separate situations. I took them on a couples walk in the park; cooking together for a breakfast; a night on the town; cuddling together on the couch in the evening and even asked them to pose in a very innocent looking bedroom scene.
In each setting they were to truly act close and in love. The images were looking great and I was really pleased so were my editors who decided to expand the coverage to a keeping love and intimacy alive in a relationship.
They were perfect for the images, my wife is great looking and a very sexually aware person and kind of a flirt and my friend is tall, classically handsome and well I'll just say he knows his way around women.
The first photos were of them getting ready to go out. Her doing her makeup in a mirror with the back off her evening dress slightly unzipped and he putting on a dress shirt and tie. I was thrilled the perfect amount of closeness without being too much for my editors. I even asked them for a pose with a simple loving looking kiss. It was perfect.
We went to a nice hotel lounge with perfect backgrounds. First they sat at the bar for a few shots and had a drink while I shot from across the room with a telephoto lens, too far away to direct them so I asked them to just act natural in the part of a loving couple. The dress she had chosen was amazing and showed her perfect figure and cut low enough that her cleavage was somewhat on display. He was in a dress suit with a somewhat tight jacket that showed off his muscular chest.
They were perfect together and even held hands and got close whispering in each others ear, even a light but intimate date night kiss. Then I asked them to move to a darker part of the lounge with a stream of light pouring in gently from the side. The light silhouetted him and illuminated my wife including her breasts.
At this point I was again across the room with a telephoto lens. They again played their parts perfectly. A waiter came by asking if they wanted anything. My wife leaned forward and I could see more of her breasts, and no dought the waiter was given an opportunity as well as he stayed by their table talking and paying attention to her every word and movement.
Suddenly I realized I was getting aroused watching the scene play out.
Nothing really happened at the bar and the photos continued to get better and better. In this spot they even touched and kissed more and more. I let them finish what was now their second glass of wine.
Finally, I had rented a room at this hotel, which was a luxury hotel in Des Moines. The room looked out over a beautiful part of the city with glowing night sky and street lamps. I had arranged for flowers and a bottle of champaign.
They were thrilled with that and continued to play their parts while I made more images. He opened the bottle and poured the glasses to just the right fill level. They toasted each other with their arms intwined like lovers would. Then he escorted my wife to the balcony. The lighting was amazing and he even put his arm around her waist very low and then moved his hand up close enough that he had to have been able to feel the side swells of her breast.
I kept making photos but I had begun to feel really excited. I worked quickly. Still playing the part they kissed a couple of times. I praised them for the images and asked for two more shots.
One, I needed a discrete shot that looked like he was unzipping my wife's dress. So I prepared the shot lighting so that all the lights were off but a candle and the city lights streaming in on them with a mirror in front of them. I said ok go ahead. My wife had her back to my best friend and she kind of giggled and smiled at me as he started to unzip her dress. I had them repeat the shot several times to get it just right and give my editors plenty to work with.
The second shot was more intimate. They needed to be in bed looking like they were finishing the night in a loving affectionate embrace. They were kind of surprized but agreed. So my wife told him to finish what he started with her dress offering him her back. I shot more of this as the zipper went down and suddenly realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. He pushed the straps off her shoulders and I could see her in the mirrow and so could he. My best friend was left standing there as she walked to the bed. He hurried to remove his clothing and was now down to his boxers. I could tell my wife was feeling fine from two glasses of wine and the campaign. They were both laughing - me too. The laughter reduced the embarrassment and tension of the moment.
So I went right to work giving them instructions, which really felt weird tellling my best friend how to embrace my wife and make it look real. I mean seriously they, at this point, needed little direction. They were almost on auto pilot. My wife’s breast kept poping free from the sheets and she kept covering them as they made different positions for me. I know my best friend had to have an erection, you could see it bulge up in the sheets and my wife I think felt it as they hugged and kissed.
When I was done I decided I wanted a couple more shots. I couldn’t help it. In my mind I wanted more and though maybe I would even join them. I told my best friend to lay on top of my wife and hold her breast so the camera couldn’t see more of their bodies to just about thier waists. It didn’t really take much convincing. My wife giggled again and ask me if that was really what I wanted. I nervously nodded yes. So she boldly exposed herself and held the sheets up for my friend. At this point I saw that they had both removed her panties and his boxers. They were skin to skin and I saw that my friend had a huge erection.
I was shocked but said nothing trying to act professional. I arranged the shot with the sheets just discretly showing a little skin and I even moved his hand to exactly the right spot to cup my wife’s breasts perfectly so her nipple would not show. Which as I arranged it, left his fingers covering right on top of her nipples. At this point my wife made eye contact with me as he arranged himself on top of her.
Then suddenly I saw her eyes roll back and her mouth gape open. My mind was racing and I wondered if he had penetrated her. I quickly began shooting images again. I made several photos then told my best friend to slide down three of four inches. I made more images then told him to move up five or six inches. That’s when I became sure he was inside her. She gripped the sheets and and gasped for a breath so deep and held her breath as he moved forward.
In a half a second or so she opened her eyes to look at me and I knew this was her moment, their date, not mine.
So I acted like my battery had died. So lame.
I told them I would be right back. But they knew it would take me at least 12 or so minutes to get to my car in the parking garage and 12 or so to get back. They had at least 20-25 minutes. I mean it was only fair of me to give them an opportunity to finish what I had started. So I left not appearing to hurry.
As I closed the door I heard my wife moan really hard. So instead of going to the parking garaged I stood there outside the door listening to my best friend and my wife have sex. After 10 minutes the elevator down the hall arrived and I started walking away so it didn’t look like I was eavesdropping to the couple from the elevator. As I got to the elevator and they past our room I heard my wife scream as she came. They kind of freaked and hurried to their room. I went to the bar.
I had a shot of whiskey and the bartender asked me where the models were. I said they were busy. He laughed and said he would be busy with her too if he was that guy, as he added how perfect her tits looked. That was intence and he noticed my uneasiness and gave me another pour on the house. When I went back to the room. They were dressed and seemed perfectly alright, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
My best friend left. My wife decided she wanted to go to the bar. On the way down she said she wanted more towels in the room and walked to the front desk to tell them. We then went to the bar to the delight of the bartender. Who poured our drinks on the house. He got an eyefull as my wife’s breasts were showing off wonderfully. She kind of teased both of us right there in public.
After our second round we went back to the room. Where I discovered that the bed had been remade. We made love and nothing was ever said.
But I was hooked and still am. I decided to tell them the editor loves the images and that the editors want to use the same models. What is even more amazing is that the editors have said just that, they loved the images and they would like to do three more shoots. Each one progressively more clear on their personal intimacy. They are also tripling the modeling fees to $1,500 per hour.
So, now I am in a position to have been told by my editors, I will need to use the same models, my best friend and my wife, as models for the next chapters of arranging for my deeper and more complete cuckolding and paying them to do it. -FH
My wife looks at dick pics all the time i know coz she doesnt delete her history. Any suggestions?
I am in love with a 35 year old married man! It was only supposed to be a sneaky link. But I caught feelings and I know he just wants to fuck me but I like him :/. He’s expecting a child soon, so our relationship is only temporary. What should I do. He does turn me on too
I like to send sorry pictures of myself to people for money. Guys. Girls. It doesn't matter. It makes me feel slutty and gets me money. I take requests too and those have been fun and worth the money. No one in my life knows that I do this.
I married a much older woman, very active in crafting, quilting, sewing, and not very affectionate or loving, due to childhood trauma which she never would discuss, except in the vaguest terms. She never was interested in sex, but felt that a certain minimal attention to her "investment" was required. As I gradually revealed the depths of my obsession with total-enclosure confinement, she discovered that this had an addictive pleasure for her damaged psyche, and she participated with staggering cooperation and enthusiasm, exploring the limits of such behavior methodically and mercilessly. We live in an old rambling house, with many alterations over the years, and the den I turned into a sewing room for her, contained an alcove about eight feet by four, with a door-sized opening into it. At her insistence, I turned it into a sound-proof cell, with a wrought-iron 'barred' door, under a heavy sound-proofed outer door, into the sewing room. And there I lived, permanently, with a small mattress, a chair, and a bucket. There were various methods of totally enclosing me, from total sensory deprivation leather helmets, locked in place, to strait-jackets, full-head ex-Russian Army gas-masks, with or without sight, and with brass valves epoxied into the filter receptacle, as a substitute for the rubber hose that had dangled from the 'snout' to loose-fitting latex suits with attached hoods, feet and mittens. Once zipped up the back to the neck, and down the back of the hood so the metal tags met, and could share a brass padlock, they were inescapable. So she sewed and quilted, with her new-age music, as I stood at the barred door, often in forced silence, sometimes tied to it, with my goodies protruding through the bars, waiting for her to take a 'break' and torture me with lengthy orgasm denial, driving me to the point of insanity, with need to come, before going back to her 'work' leaving me in silent, agonizing frustration, until the next 'break'! This was fascinating stuff for a masochistic bondage freak like me, and when I was able to speak, I told her how much I loved and appreciated her, which made her quite girlish! Months went by, in agonies of orgasm delay and denial, and any time I got out, to carry out some chores, or get showered, she threatened me with a stun gun, until I resumed my 'rightful' position. Then one day her mother arrived to visit, at the age of about seventy-five, and I was shut away behind the soundproof door. Until suddenly it opened, and I was introduced to the white-haired harridan, who soon made it plain she thought her daughter was much too easy-going with me, and encouraged her to go off to a quilting festival out of state, leaving me at the tender mercies of this dreadful old woman! She was incredibly horny, still! She took me to her bed, in the guest room, strait-jacketed, and raped me over and over, my mouth filled with her tobacco-tasting tongue, her spry old body moving on top of me in slow intense, endless couplings, which she controlled by threat, into the length of time that satisfied her. To make a long story short, she moved in permanently, and her daughter told her she could do what she wanted with me, as it was all too much trouble for her, anyway! They're reading this over my shoulder, approvingly, and now it's time to return to my cell.
i am (male) a discreet bi. none of my friends or family know. i bottom for older men, i love being used by older men, showing off my bum and body. regularly meet strangers/older men for sex, whether it be at there house, in there car or in public places. find the age gap a huge turn on and constantly crave.
I was my girlfriends first but I always jerk off to the thought of her with other guys. I imagine her tongue kissing them and them feeling her big boobs or her huge ass. I picture her sucking there cocks and riding there dicks till she cums. Idk why but it’s just a turn on. Even when she is giving me head I imagine im some random fuck boy using her to get off. Even when we fuck i think in my head how much a different guy would love to feel her insides like this. Obviously I love her so I don’t really want her to be with anyone else. Im very jealous about it. But at the same time I’d love for her to get completely used and dominated by other guys. Have her feel bigger ducks go deep inside her making her toes curl. I’d love that
I wish my best friend impregnates my wife. I would love to raise the child as my own. I just want my child to have better genes than mine. My friend is triple the size of me, you know i dont deserve to have a child.
I confess I'm sexually aroused by women I find attractive who consent to letting me watch them pee.
I get especially turned on when they pee somewhere other than a toilet, for the sole purpose of letting me watch. The taboo, private nature of the act itself, coupled with the naughtiness of peeing where they're not supposed to and the fact that I am the only person who is allowed to see, is highly erotic to me and something I find super intimate.
I have also had many golden showers, which I enjoy as well, but I draw the line at drinking pee, due to a kidney transplant I recieved back in 2015.
#pee #fetish #piss #peeing #pissing #goldenshower #watersports
I’ve had a tickle fetish for years. I’m straight and not attracted to men at all but I had to reach out to a gay friend of mine from work and ask him if he can help me satisfy my urges. Once a month we get a hotel and do fetish stuff. For a while he would just tie me up and tickle me for hours. I would let him give me handjobs and oral so he could have fun too. But now it’s grown into something bigger. Not only does he tickle my feet like crazy and tickle me everywhere else, but he added other stuff to our regimen. I’m so obsessed and turned on by tickling I had no other choice. Usually I’m tied spread eagle and gagged and blindfolded. He tickles me for a while and now he plays with my asshole and fucks me. And then he’ll jerk me off and give me extreme post orgasm torture. He even busts my balls a lot with some slaps. I’m a slave to my fetish.
Confessions by confessionstories.org
