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Basically when I was five I had this friend named Brenda. Brenda and I where curious little girls and loved being silly and crazy. One night my parents and I went to Brenda's house for dinner. After dinner Brenda and my parents stayed downstairs to chat and have coffee and do what ever parents do. Brenda and u went to her room. Even though we were both only 5 we were very curious about sex. We played this game where u was a doctor and she was a patient and I don't quite remember what happens or how it happens, but somehow the game ended up where she was straddling me. She told me she had heard her parents having sex and she wanted to try. She rubbed her little pissy on mine and moaned and moaned. At one point she took both of our panties off and we were full on scissoring. Life of an adventurous five year old
#sex #scissoring #young #underage #dirty
I hate people who always say "don't compare yourself to others" or "don't feel that way" "you should consider her feelings" does she consider my feelings or stresses? no! so why should I care that she is a mother, that doesn't make her stresses more important then my stresses. its natural to compare. I will type back to them what they said to me and see how they like it.
My gf is a squirter, and she loves to cum all over me when I eat her out. That's the way she likes me, soaked in her sweet pussy juices.
After we're done she won't let me take a shower or brush my teeth so that she can smell her all over me when we're out, and she loves to taste herself on my lips when we kiss. It gets her so horny that she can't wait to get home and squirt for me all over again.
One time we were out with her best friend. Her friend complimented me on how I smelled. That instantly turned on my gf, she squeezed my arm so hard I couldn't feel my hand. Next thing I know we're in the bathroom with my fingers deep inside her, and her squirting all over the floor.
She's a dirty little minx and I love it.
When I was still with my ex, we never had time alone because everyone seems to always be home. So every little chance we get, we would be all up on each other.
One night, my sister and her boyfriend was taking him home (at the time, both of us doesn't drive yet). My sister has these big fluffy pillows that she keeps in the backseat of her car for decorations. I would put the pillow of my lap so that he could sneak his hand under and fingered me. I always made sure to wear shorts so that he would have easy access to my pussy. it really turned me on that we were doing this right behind their backs! And the pillow was big enough that I could spread my legs and they wouldn't even know.
So as they are arguing about something, he is fingering me under the pillow and it felt so good!! I remember trying not to moan. Sometimes, if I was brave enough, I would pretend to hug the other pillow so that he could touch my breast without them seeing. So one hand would be fingering me and the other would be squeezing my tits.
Although we are not together anymore, I still get horny whenever I think back about all the crazy things we did together.
I had a sexual relationship with my team leader at office. he said he likes to finger woman. I let him do that. Most of the time we have sex, he fingers me and the actual penetration would be only for five minutes after which he cums. I was okay with his way of sex. I never complained. But, one weekend when we met, he said he was going to finger me more that day. I wondered what he wants to do with me. That day he freaked me out. He kept fingering me for an half an hour. I went crazy. I had multiple orgasms. Collapsed in the bed, but he kept doing that. I begged him to stop that, but in vain. He looked like he was not getting enough. I had no idea how many times I have had orgasms that day. Finally he enters me after what felt like an eternity and cums in five minutes.
I was afraid at his extremity of desire to finger women. I broke up with him for that reason after that day.
How do I fix myself? I don’t want to break another heart. I can’t fix the hearts I’ve broken. I can’t fix my heart. Life would be easier if I was like most men & just didn’t care. But it deeply hurts me to know I hurt others. To see someone hurting & know I did that. All my muscles & good looks won’t fix this.
Lately whenever I watch ameteur videos about cuckolding, or MFM wife sharing, it really turns me on thinking about another man having his way with my wife. All sorts of scenarios run through my head and it makes me hard. Him fucking her while she sucks me, or vice versa. He and I swapping our dicks in her pussy every 30 seconds or so. Her sucking us both at the same time until we both cum in her mouth. Don't get me wrong, using her is not my motivation. She enjoys everything I've mentioned very much, just only with me. So I think if she could get past the "social factor" of accepting it, she would really enjoy herself. She cums easily and in multiples, so it would double her pleasure, at least. The other option would be FMF because she's expressed to me over the years her curiousity about licking a pussy, because she knows how good it feels and she would like to give that to another woman. Her reference was "I wish I could do that to myself, or another woman". But I think the jealousy factor would get in her way, unless my position was, I wouldn't touch the other woman. Which I could do, just sit back and stroke, enjoying the show. Now my only obsticle is how do get the idea in her head so she will come around to it.
I (m/19) broke into the apartment of my neighbour. I live in a big complex with a lot of apartments and this particular neighbour lives right next to me. He's always listening to his fucking death metal the whole night and that so loud that you can't understand your own word. He's so fucking annoying. When he's not listening to music, he's talking louding to himself or his pet snakes or something. He can't keep quiet and that's just fucking annoying. So, I broke into his apartment and destroyed his stereo system and all his electronic devices he can use to play music on. He already called the police but he's got nothing on me. I think as soon as he renews his stuff I am going to break in again and destroy everything once more.
#destroying #neighbour #apartment #loud #annoying #confession #breakingandentering #police
I am a straight female 17 with a boyfriend. And I love sex. I just came as I imagined licking my girlfriend. A read confession drove me to the quiver. Now I confess to doing the unthinkable.
#quiver #masturbation #straight #curious #exploring #unthinkable
When I was younger I was a regular at the county fair. I hung out with a group of friends that got a little wild. There was a camping tent set up in the back of the fair. My friends and I would pick up random guys and make out with them in the tent. I am embarrassed about it even today as I am a very conservative wife. It was a competition to see who could get further. Lots of kissing, fingers, dry humping, not sure if anyone made it all the way ...
Was at work at Giant Eagle tonight, Saturday. Worked from 5-9 p.m. At Giant Eagle customers are still required to wear face masks even though the CDC has stated that anyone who is fully vaccinated doesn't need to wear one. An hour or so into my shift, I was asked to go into the lobby and take over for William which was to make sure that customers come in with masks on. I actually hate doing that because I know that customers will complain about wearing a mask. It turns out, I was right. At about eight o'clock, a customer comes in without a mask on. I asked him about his mask and he asked if he really needs one. I said yes and he said that he was fully vaccinated and I told him that he still needed a mask. He asked if it was Giant Eagle policy or CDC policy. I said it was Giant Eagle. He then asked another question about the CDC policy. I couldn't exactly make out most of what he said but my response was, "I don't know." His response? "That's right. You don't know." He also says that he works at a hospital and that he knows the CDC policy. He then says to go ask the manager and I do. I knock on the office door and speak to Andy. When I tell him what happened, I also stated that the guy was giving me attitude and right behind me I hear, "I was not giving you attitude." The customer had followed me into the store which he can't do and decided to talk to the manager. I wanted to explain the conversation that I had but Andy waved his hand as a way of saying to let the customer speak. The customer said his piece and Andy said his, I couldn't really make out what was said as I was standing outside the office and they were practically lowering their voices but what I did get was that the customer still had to put a mask on. This of course got the customer mad and he left the office. I then got a chance to say my piece and said that the guy was definitely giving me attitude. I was only out there for about a few more minutes when I began to feel the rage boiling up inside me. I knew at that moment that if another customer came in without a mask on and that customer made a complaint about it, I would definitely flip out and have a few choice words for the next customer. I immediately went inside and told Sam, the front end coordinator that I can't be out there anymore and she showed me where Andy was. I told him the same thing. At about 8:30, Andy asked me how I was. I responded that I was still pissed so he took me in the backroom and we put some plastic bags in a baler. I then told Andy again how I'm never going out into the lobby ever again because if I do I know and a customer complains about wearing a mask, I'm going to do something I won't regret and I don't care about the consequences. I even suggested a sign that says, "Wear a mask or get the fuck out!"
Because it's spring break and therefore I don't have to go to school, I made plans to stay at home the whole time and be as lazy as possible. Next to my bed I positioned my laptop, my remote control, 20 gallons of Seven Up, my game boy and my play station 3 controller. I told my parents I am on vacation.
The only time I stand up is to go to the toilet, maybe to take a shower and to open the door for the delivery guy.
It's the best time of my life but I am a bit ashamed that I lied to everyone to be alone.
It's been over a year and three months since the last time we talk, but every day I think of him if he is alive or okay because I know he has been kicked out of house and lives on the streets. Like our story is so complicated and hard but I can't stop thinking about him and I don't know why like every guy I ever talk to my stupid brain and heart keep comparing them to the guy who I love so much and broke my heart. Part of me wants to contact him so badly like I did contact him to have closure but he thought I had closure of him and I thought the same way but I guess now because deep down inside of me my heart wants him. So my question is should I contact him again even though the last time we talk I tried to get closure....
When I was about six my friends would take me out to an old car that they didn’t use and we would go in the boot of the car and we would rub up against each other and would finger and go down go each other I wasn’t sure what was going on at the time but I remember all the things they would do to me and all the bad things we did to each other.
I have no goals in life. I have no ambition. I have nothing to thrive for. I have no compassion.
I do not want to waste my life, but I do not know what do change either.
So, I guess, I am just living this blank, unassuming, boring and plain life. And that sucks big time. Why bother living?
#despair #life #boring #lonely #confession
I'm a boy I love wearing girls panties there so cute and soft to wear I love wearing them
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.
When I, male, was in high school I went to youth group at my church. We had a tight friend group. My friend and his gf broke up and me and her started flirting. We didn't want to date but would fool around together. We were all at one of our friends houses, I think there were about 8 of us. Me and her snuck into his parents room and started making out on their bed. I slid my hand into her jeans and panties and started rubbing her very wet pussy. I started to finger her with 2 fingers. She pushed me onto my back and pulled my pants down and started to suck my throbbing hard cock. A friend walked in and we pulled everything back up and left, a bit red in the faces. Later that year we were both on a mission trip. We were painting houses at a children's home. We kept texting dirty messages and sending pictures. In the middle of the day, everyone at the house we were staying in, including our youth pastor and his wife. She went to the kitchen to get a snack, just through a single doorway, not even a door. I followed her. She was leaned on the counter eating some cheese and crackers. I started making out with her hard and slid my hand up her shorts and started fingering her with 2 fingers. I could feel her pussy soaking my hand. We heard someone walking. I stepped back quickly grabbing a snack, trying to slow my breathing and started eating. Our youth pastor walked in. Didn't get caught and I was careful to keep my hand away from people until I got to the bathroom to wash it so no one would figure it out. She was going to get a shower but forgot her shampoo in the other room, so I offered to grab it. She was still dressed so no one thought anything of it. I handed it to her and made out briefly and left. We never dated but her senior year she invited me to prom. We were all over each other on the dance floor. I was rubbing her pussy through her long dress and she was kissing me like crazy. Her friends were judging us a bit haha. After high school we didn't really keep in touch but a couple of friends and I went out for a drink when I was visiting home. She was there with some friends. We all hung out and played pool. Me and her started making out. We did that throughout the rest of the night. Saying goodbye, we were making out in the parking lot and I put my hands on her pants and was finding her in front of all of our friends. My one friend got mad. It was her ex and they were off and on throughout all of high school. She was a lot of fun. I wish we would've had sex at some point. But life goes on.
I was abused by my cousin at a young age of 6-8 years , he was in high-school . I didn't know it at the time. I thought it was our 'special and secret' game. I used to enjoy him fingering me. I would kiss him with all I had. I'm a pretty great kisser because of that.
I enjoyed coming home from school, dressing up in a short skirt and my green body top, you know, the ones that clip at your crotch, those ones. With nothing underneath. That is how he liked me. I would then trot off to his room, sit on the dresser and he would sit on the dresser chair and start touching me down there. Very slowly, very tenderly, very soft.... then his finger would slide in me and he would start kissing me at the same time. He was a horrible kisser, too much saliva. But it was our special 'game'. and i felt the need to make him happy and proud of me. This went on for two years until he moved out of our house. I never told until I was 19 and I discovered what abuse was..
A direct result of this is that i am a very sexual person. Constantly touching myself.... and until 2 years ago i always felt dirty afterward.. But i have now made peace.. I now masturbate and I feel okay with pleasing myself.
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