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I don’t like my girlfriend in a relationship way. I can’t say I’m in love with her at all. Like I get sad thinking about being stuck with her forever. I do love her and she’s amazing. But physically I’m just not attracted. I just know how sad she’d be if I ended things. When she cry’s it hurts me. And the thought of her with other guys is tough as well. Sexually I’m very attracted to her. But aside from that idk. I just wish I could take it all back and never started doing stuff with her.
in my previous confession # 1954 I talked about my ugly, very used girl and her super-loose asshole, and canyon wide cunt. She's super ugly but has a super great body, just very used up holes. I hadn't had a lot of sex and when her BF left me fucking her and told her to get out after I had finished, I took her home with me. I use her all the time now, and still make her do freaky sex acts when I want. She's had over 100 cocks in her pussy, more than that in her mouth. It took me a few weeks but I took her virginity in her piss hole. A friend suggested I sell her for pee-hole sex to get enough to get her some dental work, plastic surgery, and get her to a doc that can tighter up her pussy and ass.
She has now agreed, and has just had her cunt made tighter (can't explore how tight yet, but I guess no fisting) and will next get her asshole done. She has also been to the dentist to get her teeth redone with veneers. I made all this money by selling her for piss-hole sex and fisting sex (in her vagina and asshole) and some lesbian sex with some old women who are very butch. Guys were willing to pay well for fucking a pee-hole it seems. So after a few more weeks her face will be done. One guy she used to fuck when she was with her ex, paid to watch and video her getting fucked by 3 dogs, they all took turns fucking her, 2 of them twice, the other three times. She hated that, but she'd done it before so I told her to do it.
With her permission I am going to book her as a prostitute/escort through an upscale agency. I've been in talks with them, they will give her a good amount of work since she'll do men/women/couples, and now has 4 holes to offer for sex. They have a lot of people who are very interested in fucking a pee-hole (both men and women) and have several butch women who want to fuck her.
My GF has agreed to all of this, and is a really good girlfriend, soon to be a really hot looking girl with a great body, who sells it for us.
My exams are going on now and Im really stressed.
I don't even know how to start. I'm scared. I have to study all night. Also I Have depression and anxiety and also get panic attacks. My parents doesn't care about anything else except grades and shit. My parents got in a big fight 2 weeks ago and my dad went to Singapore for business but he still hasn't called once. My mom says that i never know what's going on in the family and stuff and yells at me and hits me. She doesn't know how stressed I am and I worry about stuff so much.
I have no one to talk to. I see my friends at school and we can't really talk much because of exams. There's a lot more stuff and things are much more complicated than this but I really wanted to let out these stuff. I'm even thinking of taking drugs.
#exams #depression #anxiety #stress
I like women but I'm curious about having my asshole fucked. So I'm thinking of hiring a transsexual prostitute and having a good old moan while a stranger uses my anus to ejaculate into.
I am a 46 year old CD. I am Bi and my girlfriend knows im a Bi crossdresser. She has in fact pushed my head down to suck a cock she had just fucked. She ends up getting knocked up by her lover and looses her sex drive. I get dressed 3-4 times a week and go to the adult theaters or CL to hook up with men. A few weeks ago I had been completely sissified by a bbc. When he left I still needed more cock. I went and walked the street as a hooker. I turned 6 tricks in 10 blocks and made a few hundred bucks. Now I want to do it all the time
Even my own family is torn. When the pandemic started i started too. My IQ is higher than most. I'm also neutral on many things.
So i contacted politicians; news; etc. on many levels. I tried to offer thanks; encouragement; & advice. I tried to get them to all work together for our common good. I think a few listened. I also ticked off at least one reporter.
Theres a democrat who is running. I want him to win. So i tried to play mind games. Tried to get him to see why a majority will probably vote against him. He's the best choice. So if he had listened; compromised; spoke a lot on key issues to the majority & showed his support; while not talking much about where they disagree; i think he could have won. But he didnt listen to me. Probably thinks I'm a typical goof. So he will probably lose.
Now for my family. The riots. Did you watch the man choked to death? Hear him begging? Sure; he resisted some. They may have suspected drugs. Its a dangerous job. But they got him down & arrested. They had multi cops present. They could have easily helped him up; put him in the cop car. Sure; maybe they were waiting for an ambulance. But you can't keep a knee on a kneck that long. Sure: the crowd may have annoyed & distracted the cop. I don't know everything yet. But i know enough that i want that cop charged & convicted of something. I feel we must change our laws. Force the other cops to interfere if one cop gets out of line like that & enough are present to alter things. We can't have a human choked to death for spending a fake $20.
Well; my family is very diverse. My step dad is ex-special forces. Volunteer everything. Fire/EMT/cop; so he sides with cops. A niece dates only blacks & has sweet black son. They are not agreeing on things.
I tried to play peace maker. I pointed out that we need the peaceful protests to bring awareness & change laws. This made him mad. Should only have protests in that city. I said no; need it in more to force change.
But; i said must enforce they quit early & go home; so you can then concentrate on the nasty types that show up to rob; hurt; & kill. For those types we need a heavy hand. If local politicians & cops can't contain it; then roll in the Guard. We can't have shop owners beaten; security guards killed; & small business people wiped out. We must seek change; but in a civil manner. Otherwise; we become divided.
I pointed out to my step-dad that a black security guard killed a nude unarmed white 130 lb teen on a college campus in a southern state (South Alabama). It was also caught on video; yet the guard was not found guilty of anything.
Well. He defended the security guard without even knowing the case. Said i don't know all the facts. I said i studied the case. The guard should have been found guilty of something. Maybe a small charge. But something. How can we trust people with guns when a tiny person in the nude unarmed is shot dead for being high & acting nuts? If he were armed or had tried to kill someone, or grabbed the guards gun, then I'd change my mind. But he didnt.
But neither person list
ened. Step dad just defended the guard; assuming he's innocent. My step dad is a good man. But he assumes all cops are good because he is.
Meanwhile; my niece thinks all white men are racists. All cops are racists. She complains she had problems with cops when alone. She looks white. How is that racism? She thinks my step-dad is racist. He let's them live in his house for free. I know for a fact he risked his life to save a black woman. He's been shot for this country. Ive seen him speak out against racism. He just loves his fellow emergency responders. But she still sees him as racist.
Funny thing; during Rodney King riots we lived in gang part of big inner city. While getting groceries a group of black males approached us. They apparently were too young to remember. I held her in my arm & her sisters hand as the males surrounded us. One had a gun in waistband. Theg called us racist names & threatened to kill us in broad daylight. Got intense. Yet here she is defending the rioters; saying it takes the riots to change things. Now she's peaceful; & would never do that; but she defends any black misbehavior if its against whites; & calls my step dad racist; even tnough he houses them.
So i tried to be peace maker; but that didnt work.
Then there's the monuments. I'm Christian. Statues mean nothing to me; they are idols. Well; she wants all the Confederate ones removed; they are racist. Ha ha. I ask her why. She sayes they were slave owners. I point out that most CSA soldiers never owned a slave. That the Constitution allowed the south to legally succeed. That the north invaded. That Union troops raped & killed innocent women & children in one branch of our family. Of course most men down here fought. I said ending slavery was the only good outcome. I said you complain how the south is more poor than the north east; well thats because of northern laws that kept the south poor for many yrs. We are just now overcoming it.
So we got in a weird argument. He & I agree; either leave all the statues; or take them all down; including the Union ones. She wants the Union ones left up. I pointed out that Grant still owned slaves at the end of the war; but Lee freed his before the war started. I pointed out Washington owned slaves. Now she wants Grants & Washingtons statues removed; but Lees can be left.
He got mad because he feels no statue should be removed dedicated to soldiers. He also feels the north was justified in invading the south; because America is stronger because we stayed united. I said no doubt. So is Great Britain. But I'm sure the Scots; Welsh; & Irish saw it different when they were being invaded; raped; & killed in ths past. Just like southerers did. But it was way in the past; so who cares now.
I said remove all Union & CSA statues. Put them on battlefields; in museums; or cemetaries. Take them off other places. Then no one from north or south is offended. Nope: he wants them all left where they are; but believes the north was 100% correct. She wants Lees left up; but all slave owners including Grant; George Washington; & Jefferson destroyed (not moved). Both got mad at me.
So i just went back to watching my comedy. Let them fuss about it. But i do comment to people. Try to get each side to compromise. If that seems hopeless; i sometimes just try to annoy them. If your being hateful & help cause division; then i feel you should be mocked & messed with a little. Nothing major; just give you a tiny dose of the crap you shovel out.
I am married male, 31 yrs old, my very attractive wife is 26 yrs old, with an incredible body, both clothed and naked. My wife worked as a stripper and now works as a prostitute. I'm a professional for a large multi-national and she makes twice what I make and only has to work about 10 calls per week. It doesn't disrupt our sex life, in fact I rather like knowing what she is going out to do, and then she tells me about it after. She only does protected sex with her clients.
I'm married to a very hot prostitute
While working, I fell asleep on my laptop. It wouldn't have been much of a problem but I am drooler, I start drooling as soon as I am asleep.
The whole laptop got wet and after a while (I slept very deep), the screen shut off and now my laptop is broken.
I then went to my boss and explained to him that I "accidentally" dropped a glass of water over my computer. He then said, he caught me sleeping several times over the last few months and that he saw me sleeping that day.
He fired me and I had to replace him this laptop.
I am in my mid 20's and male and when I was in college I would fuck married fat ugly women for money and would let them do whatever they wanted with me. It was good money and some of the ladies we're a good fuck but they had me do so many degrading things while I was with them. There was this one time I was with 4 of them at a hotel and they got super drunk and tied me over a couch and fucked my ass with anything they could find. From a vibrator to the remote to a wine bottle. They grabbed my balls so hard as they fucked my ass too I thought they popped one. Then they finally untied me and each wanted alone time with me. So three left and one stayed and we fucked viciously. Then the last one was a black bbw who I found super attractive she came in the room with a bag in her hand. I asked her what was in it and she told me that I would find out soon enough. The other ladies had left by this point so I was thinking it was more toys. She opened it up and took out condoms. I was confused why she had condoms so I asked and she said that I would soon find out. Then there was a knock on the door and a young woman was standing there. She walked in and undid her robe and a big cock fell out. She then said that is what the condoms are for. I was in shock and said I dont think I can do this and she said I didn't have a choice and pushed me to the bed and told me to bend over and spread my ass. I hesitantly did and then she put a spreader bar in-between my legs and filled my ass with lube. Then I felt this massive amount of pressure in my ass and a jolt of pain went through my body. I screamed in pain and she told me to beg for her cock to fuck me harder. I begged and begged for her to pull out of my ass. When I did that she just shoved my face down into the bed and fucked me even harder saying she owned my asshole and I'm going to let her fuck it as much and as hard as she wanted. I begged for her to stop then she slapped me and told me to stop being a bitch and beg for the tranny cock to fuck me. As she fucked me longer it started feeling better and better till it was actually enjoyable and I started moaning. She said yes thats right you anal whore you like getting a cock deep in you asshole dont you? I told her while moaning I really do I fucking love her cock in my asshole. She turned me around and put my legs over her shoulders and took the condom off. I said that I wanted to feel every inch of her cock in my ass and she fucked me violently until she exploded deep into my asshole. It felt amazing and she sucked it out of my asshole and swallowing it all. I still let her watch a tranny fuck my ass as she watches for money.
One time in class the professor was super upset. A boy had just yelled at her in class, and she was clearly on edge. I muttered something under my breath and she yelled at another girl and kicked her out. The girl tried to deny it, but the professor threatened to have the police escort her out if she didn't leave immediately. This girl got thrown out of class because of me. Horrible right?! I thought of confessing that I was the culprit, but I really needed to be in class.
My 19 yr old cousin is a prostitute and she has all kinds of nice things including the new Samsung Galaxy that just came out not to long ago but she has no remorse for being a prostitude. I'm envyous Bec I'm busting my ass working 10 or 11 hrs a day at 11.00 an hour a week to try and make what she does every three days. It makes me jealous just because of her cash flow. She has sex with guys who are rich and they spend 400-500 a visit and take her places. It's crazy... I just wish I guess that I was wanted like that. Idk.. It's pathetic I feel like this...
As much as this sounds like it's fake, I assure you it DID happen and I don't regret it one bit.
So,
I had this professor who I got wet just thinking about. He wasn't like, an Adonis or anything. I have a thing for old guys and he was just my type. He wasn't married, fortunately.
So yeah just thinking about him made me horny and sometimes when it was his class im attending, i had to excuse myself to go to the toilet to masturbate bc i just keep thinking of him bending me over the desk and fucking me in front of the other students while i squirt all over the floor.
Anyway, long story short, I went to his faculty to ask him about a specific part in a paper he assigned to us and since he was fortunately alone, he got to eat me out.
WHEN I TELL YOU HIS TONGUE IS SO GOOD!!!! holy fuck the way he sucked my clit and made me moan so hard???? When i tell you i get wet just remembering it-
Atp i cant remember the specific detail how it started but i noticed his eyes straying to my skirt bc we were sitting and it kinda rode up and i just bit my lip and put his hand on my thigh and that's where it all went down. God he was a great pussy eater. If only i could make you guys listen to the squelch lol.
He also got to fuck me open in the faculty couch so 😋😋 the huge possiblity that we could get caught; with him pumping his dick in my pussy and me moaning like a slut, god it made me more excited.
Anyway, TLDR; I got to fuck my GILF professor and he was good at eating pussy. Made me moan loudly 10/10
(Also been thinking of asking him to fuck again but in a motel so i could scream as loud as i want)
I have a fake ID that says I'm 19. I have been getting fucked since I was 12 and that was not with my consent. I go through the motions really don't like having sex. I don't see what all the talk with the girls at school is about, it's really nothing for me but lying there and letting a boy cum inside me and risk getting pregnant. I've let 5 others guys, other than the first do it to me and I still feel nothing. I mean, it feels good, but so does my rubbing myself.
I quit school, hired out through an upscale escort agency and sell myself and my body for sex. I make a lot of money, I don't enjoy sex but I pretend I do and the men, especially older men love me for it. I recently added anal to my sex acts, and started doing sex with older women as well. I had my first orgasm with anyone, but more especially with a customer when I was with an older woman on a long weekend trip to San Francisco. We had a suite with a balcony and she took me out there. It was great with the fog coming in late a night and rushing over my naked body. I want to have a girlfriend in real life to have orgasms with too.
This is a confession from my youth. I lived in Puerto Rico, my father was a police officer and my mother a seamstress. We were three sisters. Money was always a problem, my father was an alcoholic and he stopped at the bars and drank until he passed out. Down the street from us was a bar with girls, Sometimes some of the girls talked to us. I complained about money and this girl invited me to talk to the manager and maybe she could help me get some money. That's how I started in prostitution. Because I was young I was available to rich men who paid for young girls. I got some of the money, but the manager and the bar kept most of it. I know it's an old story.
After my parents got divorced we moved to Miami with my mother's sister and all three of us finished high school. My money I kept until I was away from home and could spend it without having to answer questions. It really wasn't all that much, but to a young girl it felt like a lot. I work for an import/export business. My past is my secret. One day, maybe, I'm going to ask my mother why she never asked where I was after school.
I've told all of my friends and my family that I have a girlfriend. But I have not.
I told them because they are always nagging and asking me how I feel about being single. It was annoying and it also hurt my feelings because I guess I don't have a lot of self-esteem.
Now, to my problem: I told them I have a girlfriend and now they wanna meet her. I keep telling lies and making excuses but I guess I can't do that for much longer....
#lie #girlfriend #problem #feeling #family
I need to confess.
I've never asked for much in my life. Just to be happy. I can't seem to ever find it though. Every time I do it always ends up being fake. I hate that so much. But a while back I found happiness in a girl. She was everything I've ever wanted and more. I devoted my life to keeping her happy and I did everything to do so. We were inseparable, or so I thought. One day, not too long ago in fact, she decided to just throw away all we worked so hard to achieve.
I was so devastated I tried to kill myself numerous times. When my knives were finally taken away I looked up key points on my veins and took thumbtacks to each point. Several at a time too. The pain was unbearable and I thought it would work. It didn't obviously. People saw the scars and finally I got help. I was gone for a few days but it felt like a lifetime. When I finally got out of where I was I felt better but not helped. I still have thoughts of death and suicide and am having them now as I type these words. The scars serve as my own permanent reminder of what I went through. Everyone wants me to promise never to do it again...but these promises have been made in vain....
My wife and I used to play a prostitute game that we found very erotic. She would dress in very skimpy, sexy low cut outfits that showed off her breasts and just carrry gun, condoms and cash in a little purse. She would go to a hotel bar and sit at the bar, I would come in, and negotiate with her where the bartender could hear and other customers could hear. Then we would go up to a room, have sex and come back and she would sit at the bar and I would get a table and other guys, knowing she was a prostitute would try to pick her up. One day it back fired when the bartender told her he had a john for her. She tried to brush it off, but he told her if she didn't take the customer he would call the vice cops. I saw him give her money and take her arm and go upstairs. An hour later she came back and told me the story in the car. The bartender had told the "john" that for an extra $50 she would ride him bareback. My wife sucked and fucked him for cash as a real prostitute. I made Sheree give me the money since I figured I wad her pimp
I cheated on my boyfriend once. We have been together for seven years. It hurts me to think about it, but one more time, I ask for forgiveness and to forget it from my mind forever.
I barely knew the guy. I was 18 and I had only ever had sex with my boyfriend. I began feeling like I was missing out, that maybe I wanted to try with someone else once. I regret it. I pretend it never happened. My boyfriend started to make me dinner. I told him I was going out for a little while to get away and think. I met the guy. I didn't actually plan on going home with him, but when he showed up, he was really nice and we got along well. My boyfriend texted me a picture of the dinner he made and told me it was ready and asked if I was coming home.
I curse at myself for not going straight home. If I could rewind, I would have never left that day, I would have never contacted that guy, and I would have stayed home with my boyfriend and ate the dinner he made me.
The guy told me he would never make me do anything I didn't want to do. But I went with him anyway. I told myself I would just hang out for a little while. It had been three hours and I was debating in my head if I would do it or not. I told myself that I was already there and that I should just get it over with so I could have that experience and so I could find out if I really wanted to be with my boyfriend. I ended up having sex with the guy and by the time it was over it was past midnight. I did not even really enjoy it. The guy asked if I wanted to stay over, but he said that the only thing was that he would have to wake up early the next morning for something he had to do. I said no and he drove me home, and thank god he did!
When he was driving me home we passed by my house and I saw my boyfriend waiting outside, staring at his phone. I looked at my phone and realized that he had sent me a whole bunch of messages and calls, my mom, brother, and dad had called. I told the guy to drop me off a block away from my house and I went home.
When my boyfriend saw me walking around the corner, I could tell he had been crying. He started crying again. It broke me into a million pieces to see him that way. He was shaken and he was worried. He was so happy to see me home. He told me that he had called my mom and dad and everyone we knew, he had even called the cops. I noticed that he had not even touched the dinner that he made me, it sat cold on the stove. It hurt even more. The cops came by to ask if everything was okay and i was forced to call my mom and dad who were states away and tell them everything was okay. They had been ready to come pick me up.
At first I told my boyfriend that I had met some friends in town and that they had wanted to hang out and my phone was on silent. (that story is mainly for my family) but I ended up telling him about the guy because he had gone through my messages and saw pictures of him. I told him it was just a friend I had met and that he was gay, because he really did seem to be gay. He had been a male model but he wasn't gay. He just looked like it.
Unfortunately it didn't stop there, it happened once more when my boyfriend had gotten mad because I didn't want him to meet the guy. It lasted maybe three to five minutes so I regretted that even more. We ended up moving back to my home state of New Jersey because our jobs had failed. Once back in our home state, things got better. We should have never left. It was almost as if it never happened. But I started thinking about it again and I was sad. My boyfriend would comfort me without knowing what was really wrong.
I thought maybe he didn't know. So tonight, I told him I don't like to think about that time. And he kind of understood. It was like an unspoken agreement. I told him I loved him so much and I would never ever hurt him like that. He trusts me a lot. And I brought up that incident and I couldn't believe my ears at what he said.
I knew that he had done something similar in the beginning of our relationship and he was so guilty he cried for hours and he stopped talking to any other girls and wouldn't even go near them. That is how I am now but with all the guys.
He told me that sometimes he thinks about that time away from our home in New Jersey and that he wonders if anything did happen with me and that guy, but he told me that whenever he thinks about that time, he knew that even if anything DID happen between me and that guy, he reminds himself that I had come home to HIM and I have never gone out again. He trusts me even more now that I have gotten it out of my system and I know deep in my heart that I would never do anything like that again. If I ever think about having sex with anyone other than my boyfriend, it disgusts me. I love him so much and we plan on getting married.
I am happy once again. Other girls may be debating on doing this (please don't make this mistake if you truly love the guy you're with, but then again sometimes you have to know for sure. All I ask is that you never cheat on your husband. Because you have already made that permanent commitment.), and other girls may look at this and call me a slut. I don't care, I know who I am and what kind of person I am. I am a good person who truly had a lapse during that time and I truly know that I fucked up. I know that I will never do it again. My boyfriend and I want to get married. Some people may scoff at that, but again, I couldn't care less. Fuck 'em I say. He is happy with me and trusts me completely and I am happy with him and trust him completely. For those people who think I will probably do it again, I will prove you wrong. In fact, you already are wrong.
I had sex with an escort. I can't tell this to anyone in real life. I feel shame but I don't regret it. I think I might do it again soon.
#sex #prostitution #escort #shame
I tried to get my niece & step dad to compromise. He defends the cops. She defends the rioters.
One issue i pointed out to her. I said we do need laws that force cops to stop other cops from using excessive force. But; i also pointed out the media just picked these two cases to focus on in order to help get a politician elected.
I said who were you voting for. She said the annoying one. I said why? She said cause when the one she loved was leader (who she still loves) his VP ran the economy. She complains about all the unemployment & massive inflation; & how she never got a raise for those for yrs. She's upset the pandemic has put so many in our family out of work. So my whole family; whose mostly mixed race, were all voting for the annoying politician because he fixed the economy The VP couldnt. I said who are yall voting for now? She admits most of them are now voting for the other.
I said there you go. This was a calculated strategy by the far left media. They are using minorities like us. I said they mean well. But where is Americas wealth still centered. She said the north east & west coast. Yes. I said where do most blacks live. She said the south & inner cities. I said you qualify for section 8; why would you rater live with your step grand dad you call a racist; than live there? She said the violence.
I said why is it so violent. She said a lot of the moms don't watch their kids & let them run the streets (she used to live there); & theres no dads. I said correct. The libs tell the residents they can't marry; & must keep having kids, to keep the apartment. Why want they let them marry & keep the apartment without having more kids? The politicians create most of the problems in section 8.
I said so isnt it possible politicians in the north east are using poor black voters to keep the wealth where they live? I said too many of us keep listening to them; but the inner cities & south remain poor.
I said the media is manipulating blacks to help One politician. The question is will we ve better off? He can't improve health care in states that just opt out. But he will cause unemployment to drag out. He will cause massive inflation. The other would have helped the economy recover. Yes; he sucks on health care. But neither can change what states do anyways.
Well; its done now. The media chose to burn down American cities; & send people to the morgue in order to influence who wins. We will all suffer economically some extra because of it. So let's hope we at least get laws that force cops to intervene when other cops use excessive force. I'd hate to think I'm fixing to endure 8 yrs of massive inflation; unrmployment; & wage stagnation because the media wants to help one guy win if nothing good comes out of it.
On the plus side ive stopped watching the news for virus updates; back to comedies for me. Lifes too short to let the media chew up my time. Yes; we need to change the laws. But have you noticed the media isnt covering the victims being beaten & killed by rioters? They say we all matter; but they chose which lives matter by which they choose to focus on. I haven't seen much talk about the old lady beaten; security guard killed; cops ran over.
How about before the media caused this. Remember the great grandma killed on the sidewalk? The media doesn't care about her. Don't hate me for telling the truth.
The pandemic brought us closer together. The media has chosen to rip us apart just to favor one politican over another.
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