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I am a 19 year old female, who is currently stuck in the closet. I am ready to come out. but I am scared what people will think, especially my parents considering I live with them and I won't be moving out for at least another 3 years. I am also a virgin. Which scares me because I am only attracted to older women (30+ feminine). I would love to be in a relationship with an older woman, but firstly I am not pretty nor thin and secondly I don't want them to see me as just a little girl. I am super shy so I could never chat up a woman. None of my friends are gay, or know I am gay, I don't know what to do. I just want to have someone next to me.
#lesbian #young #older #women #love #lust #attraction #closet #help #virgin #relationsip
I was playing tennis when I was in my twenties. I made a bet that if I didn't win the match I would play the next match in the nude, well I got beat pretty bad and there was only two of us there so I stripped down. Even to my bare feet. Not gonna lie it felt pretty good but I was sweaty and a little embarrassed, so my manhood wasn't very manly. Well nude and tiny what could happen? So I run back to serve and no sooner I run from my clothes and 3 cars come by. Each one slowed down took a peek and laughed one let me know how tiny I was. I swear it shrunk more. Needless to say I lost the next match too.
I’m a closet smoker. I keep it from my wife and family. I can only smoke at certain times to make sure I’m not caught. I have always enjoyed smoking, it makes me feel good and it just feels natural to me.
I'll admit it: I'm human and I get so envious of others and how much is going on in their lives and I hate myself for it. I hate that I even have these feelings in the first place because my life is my own and I have made the choices I have made that have led me to today. No one else made them for me and for the most part, my life really isn't that bad. I don't need to have the biggest and the best house, job, car, etc... I've got somewhere to live, a nice enough car, a cat, plenty of wine and a decent job. What more should I want for besides someone to share my life with and maybe some actual friends? I'm working on it!
In the end it just feels like it's not enough when my sister comes over and I get so angry at myself because normally I like my life and who I am and it's not her fault that she makes me feel jealous and stupid. I should be the bigger person and just let this go but she seems to be a like a storm: something that just comes along with all it's thunder and lightning and their's nothing you can do to halt it's approach. It's a cycle and by the time she leaves or I leave every time we get together, I almost feel like I'm in physical pain from the press of holding my emotions in check. I always end up balling like a pathetic idiot just to release some of the tension. Often I have trouble breathing. It's almost like a panic attack is induced or something and I just don't get it.
To give you some background, my sister is two years younger than me and 20 kilos lighter. I'd probably say I am the prettier of the two of us even if I am overweight although she has a nicer smile and definitely knows how to dress. We grew up in a small town and I was the only farm girl in my year group with the other 9 girls being town girls. It was just two different worlds. I grew up liking the outdoors and using my imagination but the townies liked sitting around and gossiping about boys and clothes, etc. My sister on the other hand, had four other girls her age who grew up on farms and they all became fast friends. I went through school going from friend to friend and as a result, my social skills are somewhat lacking. Don't worry, that's not the case so much these days but I just don't get people like she does and despite trying to be a laid back person, I just seem to be so sensitive. I can't handle it when people let me down or don't live up to my expectations. It also doesn't help that we have so many of the same interests. We worked for similar companies, we both like reading, writing, art, cooking and sewing. I feel like I can never be an individual and I am too embarrassed to show any of my artwork to my family who scorned the fact that I like(d) manga & anime when I was younger and still do. I am the black sheep of the family and if my own parents and siblings judge me for my tastes so much then other people outside the family certainly will. However she likes country music which is still in the 'safe' category. She gets teased for being into it but she doesn't get scorned whereas a lot of people in Western society see an anime episode and just see it as a cartoon when many animes can be very violent and for adults only. I don't like them for being cartoons alright. I like then because I like entertainment. I'll watch/read almost anything but I particularly like anime because it is not as constrained as Western stories/cartoons. It mixes my two favourite mediums together after all: stories and art. But no, apparently I am childish and immature when I'd probably say I am MORE mature simply because I have broadened my horizons and I am interested in all sorts of areas.
Moving along: she met her future husband when she was 19 and that was it. She's married a lovely man in a beautiful ceremony and now she's six weeks out from having her first child. Her life isn't perfect by any means but she couldn't have asked for a more wonderful start. She lives in a brand new, enormous house on a massive farm. She's rich and she has horses, dogs, a cat, a big garden and an amazing car and she's only 25. There's no doubt about it: she knows what she wants in life and she gets it. Not only that, she's really pretty and can flirt like there's no tomorrow. She is a great conversationalist and always the centre of attention. She's confident and self assured. Guys are always hitting on her. She even told me that a workman from a neighbouring farm hit on her last week and she's married and 7 1/2 months pregnant!!! What the heck?!
It's no wonder I feel fat, frumpy and tongue tied when she's around. Our conversation largely consists of her and her life and her calling me a dag because apparently I have an odd sense of humour. So what if I'm quirky? So what if I haven't had a boyfriend (and god knows if I ever will since my flirting skills suck so much - I'm shy alright! That doesn't mean I won't say yes if you ask me! Why should I have to ask? Not all girls have to be confident because surely not all guys find that sexy?) We talk about her all the time and how great her sex life is and how much of a pain it is to be pregnant. You know some of us are terrified that we're going to end up alone and never have any children of our own! And if I dare complain about it's the same old, "well you just need to be more confident and flirt. Nothing will come to you if you don't put yourself out there." Yeah well I don't want to simper and fawn! I want to meet someone who will talk with me and make me feel comfortable. I am shy and I don't want to be rushed into something and expected to have sex on the first date. I don't like touching someone as a form of flirting because frankly I'd be a little alarmed if some guy did that to me the first time we met and started talking. She never asks me what's going on in my life and she's constantly making me feel like an idiot because she always has such a tremendously strong opinion that you doubt yourself and start believing that maybe she is right.
I don't like her freakin friend okay! (Something we argue about more than anything else) And I am effin' entitled to my opinion! She's a horrible person who has upset all the other friends in their social circle and my sister still can't see it. This person didn't come to the hen's night and on the wedding night, after I had given my speech, she decided to upstage me by doing her own speech. She tried to make it look like she wasn't getting up on her soap box by making the other two bridemaids get up there with her - one of which was quite drunk and going through some horrible family issues and all three of them made terrible speeches. And then, my sister blames the drunk one and says how dare she do that on my sister's wedding night instead of caring about how much her friend is hurting. I mean, who does that? Yes, your wedding is a very special day and your friends should leave their problems at home but life happens and I can't believe she can be so on the side of one friend (who everyone else hates) and so mad at another who has been a far longer friend and had a lot of things going on in her life and was dragged into making a speech that she never should have had to make.
In the end it is so humiliating to be jealous of her and I am trying so hard to be me and improve in my own way and I should be grateful to have advice from her (or so everyone and my conscious keeps telling me) but you know what? I don't freakin' want any of it!!! I don't want these feelings and I just want to be me. I want to be able to see her and not have a complete meltdown. Is that too much to ask for? I want to have a few of my own wins in life and I want to freakin do it myself! I don't need advice from someone who's basically got lucky. Yeah I admit I thought and probably still think I am smarter and more widely read than her. I admit that I did better in school than her and thought that I was always better than her and I freakin hate that I even thought that in the first place because I never thought I was that type of person. I hate myself and I hate that I do that as well and that I am so freakin hard on myself. I just wish my chaotic thoughts would take a backseat for a change and leave me the alone because you know what? Life is meant to be enjoyed and not endured and right now I just can't figure out how to enjoy it at all. I don't want to feel like I am struggling because I want to feel like I am being challenged and I want to enjoy the journey instead of constantly feeling exhausted by my feelings.
#jealous #sister #friends #sad #upset #panic #attack #meltdown #envious #envy #my #life #hate #myself
I am a closetted bisexual at the moment. When I was a kid everybody knew I'm somehow different from any other female kids. All them kids liked the color pink while I was the only one who liked blue. They were into barbie movies A LOT yet, I was so into Mr. Bean and I hated barbie.Their toys were like barbie dolls or just dolls, I loved remote control cars. (I broke their barbie dolls by tearing them arms and legs apart from the body.) I was so innocent then. I was never attracted to girls back when I was a kid but I also was never attracted to any girls stuff. I am not out yet but I am currently building up a lot of courage to tell my family. I have not tell any of my friends too. I am afraid to come out as bi because of the society. I am living in the Philippines at the moment and the people here are like homophobic. They make fun of girls liking girls. They make fun of bisexual. They said "Girls are just acting bisexual just to be cool." and that's what made me scared of comming out. I am afraid no one will believe me that I am bi because they will only think that I'm just tryna be cool. Some even thinks it's disgusting to like the same gender.
I try to make my boyfriend angry because he said proudly announced once that no one and nothing can make him upset.
It's my new challenge to show him otherwise. :-)
#angry #boyfriend #upset #challenge #proud #funny #confession
i am a closeted faggot and i love looking like a female, with lingerie, skirt, jewelery, makeup, high heels shoes and wig.and i love fat over 50s men to fuck me and take pictures, telling me they will show to my family.
female, 14
when i was six i kissed a girl, but now that i think about it, it was more than just ‘a kiss’. we didn’t understand what we’re doing at the time because we were so young (we were both only six) we thought that it was normal to do that with your bff. and when she came over we would tell each other that we loved each other and we would touch each other while we were naked. our parents never knew about our little “affair”. it wasn’t until i moved away from my home town and started a new school when i was 11 that i realised it wasn’t normal and that i actually liked girls. i haven’t told anybody since. not even my parents. and i don’t regret anything i did with her at all. sad part is, i haven’t talked to the girl in years because she moved away years before i did when we were 8. i wish i still had her in my life:( a kiss would feel great right about now. :(((((. oh and i still haven come out yet because i’m too scared. whoops.
So lately I’ve been not able to breathe properly. Dizzy just like I’m going to faint. Went to a and e. So scared. Turns out panic attacks. 6 hours and its panic attacks!!!
My brothers friend is 9 years younger than me and I always catch him staring at my bulge. One night I was hanging out in my underwear when he came to our house for a sleepover. I knew straight away I should put on pants, but I was kind of turned on by the fact he liked to look at me. Lil later on I pretended to fall asleep bulging right at him and I peeked to see him having a tug in his shorts. I started growing to the point of throbbing when he snuck over to feel my cock. He made me cum in my underwear, rubbing the head. I pretended to stay asleep and he pulled my cock out, and used my cum as lube to shoot his load onto mine. I’ll never forget it.
I live in Fort Walton Beach. I have a tiny penis. I am a sub beta, closet queer.
I've posted here in the past. Love women but other than analingus and sucking their toes it's platonic only. My tiny penis is good for urinating and 2 finger masturbation. Not penetration. I'm fortunate that I can ejaculate with no erection. My real weakness is servicing cocks to a swallowed completion. Prefer straight dominants, fat pigs, or manipulative young males who see my closet status as a vulnerability. So yes, I'm a closet faggot. I do have a fascination about being out to curious women. Knowing a few have my closet door key and I can't retrieve it. My name, state, and compromising photos. Intoxicating and scary. 63 as of this posting. But still very mobile and still very queer. Wish I could out myself to a select few. Risky but a need.
#florida #fort #walton #beach #closet #queer #sub #beta #faggot #tinypenis #key #exposed
I’ve been married for 27 years, love my wife very much but sometimes I like to have sex with other men. My wife knows I would try it, she just doesn’t know I have done it. I really like sucking cock and sometimes I will bottom.
A few weeks ago while undressing to have a shower, I noticed my wife's bra and red panties in the washing basked. It was clear that she'd been sexually aroused during the day as I could clearly see her white vaginal discharge on the crotch gusset of her panties. I was curious to know what it might taste like as she doesn't really like me going down on her and always pulls my head up whenever I try to get my tongue inside her pussy. I lifted the fabric to my mouth but before I could touch my tongue onto the gusset, a wonderful smell filled my senses and my cock began to rise. I held the crotch over my nose as my tongue got the sharp taste of the white discharge. In seconds I began stroking my cock as I flicked my tongue up and down the gusset while inhaling her pussy odor deeply like a drug addict who'd long been denied the pleasures of a drug, only my drug was the taste of my wife's vaginal discharge. Needless to say cumming as I sniffed and licked the gusset had me cumming withing a very short time. I have repeated this four or five times since then and every time I get the same rush as I sniff and lick her panty crotch. I guess I'm a bit addicted, but it's an addiction I will gladly undertake as the cum sensation is just the best sensation I've ever had while masturbating.
I’m tired of hiding that I’m gay. I’m a homosexual and I’d like to admit it finally.
I just developed a crush and I usually cling on to them hard af and that's what happened this week , I ended up founding out that we are actually related
....shes my cousin and honestly I still cant get her out of my head . Idk what to do *signs*
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