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Well I don't have the right category I wanted but just wanna share this.
I am a Filipino girl at around 14 years old. I just confessed my feelings to my friend a few hours ago.
I will hide my name as "Anon" and her name as "Asuna"
I met her last November. Me and my best friend always go home from school together with her squad. And because we always do that after school, I met Princess. That time I had no feelings for her. But she was always so kind to me, and I don't put any meaning to it, until this year, February 22, she hugged me for around 15 minutes, maybe a friendly hug but it was so tight and after that, she acted strangely, she has a marker stain in her face and she asked me to remove it, because her friend volunteered to remove it, but she refused so and chose me to remove it instead. After that, I knew my feelings toward her was real, so, I suddenly had a crush on her, at first. At this month april 15, we went to my best friend's older sister's party and she was invited. We were only few that time. When we are walking on our way home, it was only Asuna and me. We walked together but kept quiet. It was kinda awkward until she said that she will miss me, but yeah, I just said its ok bc I COULD NOT SAY THAT I WILL ALSO MISS HER. When she was at her destination I said goodbye and turned my back on her. Until she called my name, grabbed my arm and suddenly gave me a goodbye hug, like the ones in movies, even though we were in public, I just took the moment she hugged me for like 10 seconds and didn't mind the people looking at us, and she left me, confused on what she just did, and she ran to cross the road.
This day, we were on our way home, from our family trip. While we were on the car, I opened my messenger and I suddenly confessed my feelings to her. I said that she must not reply me, saying sorry bc she cant bring back my love for her or something like, so thanks to the feature in messenger, I just blocked her, because I had no choice, I know she's not a bisexual like me, well kinda. And here I am, writing this. I just, love her. I wanted her to feel the same way as much as I feel for her. But I will never know unless I unblock her, but I've already made some possible outcomes that she will just leave me in the "friend" zone. Help me :(((
#shy #love #bisexual #romance #confessions
I'm not female, but I am clearly far too Feminine to be a man! I actively reject sexual contact with women, altogether, because I hate being like a man in any way at all! Absolutely every stitch of my clothing is for women! I prefer to be a cocksucker, as a woman! I'll always be a cocksucker; I'd rather eat sperm from a man's dick - instead of fucking pussy! I've actually perverted what was sexual desire for women into seeing them only as role-models. I actually have NO sexual attraction for women; I'm Queer! I want to be so enslaved to cock, I'll have no idea how anyone would want anything else! I often find myself repeating important mantras, like: "I always wear only women's clothes!", "I'm too Feminine to be a man!", and "I'm a cocksucking Pussy!", which makes me proud I've given myself to Goddess Femininity as Her willing slave! I'm absolutely sure I've made the best, and wisest possible choice for my lifestyle! I have actually begged men to give me permission to suck their dicks! By degrading myself, I demonstrate that I am Submissive by nature. Men should always treat me as an inferior, because I AM. I love being overpowered by my own Weakness; I'm unable to resist becoming ever more Feminine, because I love the deliciousness of being a Pussy for men! I love being told what to do. I'd rather have Alpha-males rule over me; I'm too Soft and Weak to have any hope of resisting them. It's much better to surrender completely to men, hoping they won't beat me up for being such an obviously Effeminate, cocksucking, faggot (in their eyes). I love being viewed as inferior to men and women - even children! The lack of respect for my intelligence, my talents, and my human dignity is degradingly, and deliciously obvious! I'm so Feminine, Weak, and helpless, I need a man to protect me. The only way to have that, is to give myself to men as their slave. Dependency on Master for everything will give him absolute power over me; power that makes me helpless to prevent any punishment he decides I deserve. Naturally, I'll do everything in my very limited power to please Master... I really am afraid of pain! I'm a coward (more reason I need a real man to protect me), and I don't want Master to punish me. I need to be as Feminine as possible! If Master expects me to sit at his feet - anywhere and everywhere - I will Obey him as hard as I can. If Master takes pleasure humiliating me in public, I'll try to be worthy of it. It gives me pleasure to give others pleasure, and I need to be Master's slave every second of every day, permanently! I'll enjoy the greatest freedom I could ever hope for - open Femininity, only Femininity, permanent Femininity! The more deeply enslaved to Master's cock I am, the more freedom I have to be the Pussy I long to be! I must be incapable of being a man. I hope Master castrates me, and takes the scrotum, too! Impotence makes me worthy of public humiliation; being 'just a Pussy'...
I'm too Feminine to be a man, already! While I look more Feminine than ever (something I'm proud of), I am a Feminine person, through and through. I've been inherently Feminine from my earliest recollections. My mother noticed my natural Weakness, and treated me as an inferior from the very beginning, so that I could never overcome the programming as long as I lived. I'll always be my mother's greatest victim, even though she died in 2000. I'm grateful that I can't run my own life; Mom made sure I'd never be a boy, and forced me to be as dependent on her as possible - to maintain maximum control over me. My mom knew I'd have to become a homosexual if I wanted to live as an adult when she inflicted her cruelty upon me, and taught me to love being humiliated for my Femininity! I love knowing I'm inferior; Mom taught me my life's purpose by humiliating me openly, publicly, and at every opportunity she could find. She took great pleasure in my suffering. She knew how deeply it would harm me, and increased her cruelty - so I'd be permanently damaged as a male-person. I know she loved me; she did what she had to do to make me happy! I'm so thankful, and grateful to my mother! She knew I was a woman before I did, and I knew I was a girl when I was five years old! I'm proud I'm too Weak to prevent people from forcing their will on me; I'm too Feminine to be a man! I need to get very skinny, so I'll become very, very, Weak! The weaker I become, the easier it is for people to intimidate me; dominating me because I'm obviously too Weak to defend myself. It's the perfect motivator for me to be as Submissive and Obedient as I can be! I love the idea of having no other choice except to surrender to other people! I want to be so Weak, I'm completely dependent on a man to control my whole life - for me! I want to call Master, "Master" in front of everyone! I love referring to Master as "Master"! I love to Obey Master! I need to Obey Master! I need to be so skinny and Weak, Master knows I'm totally helpless and harmless! I'm too Feminine to be a man!
It was 1978, and I was ten years old. I was what used to be known as a 'poindexter'...a small, bookish boy who knew more about the inside of a public library than I did a public park. This fact was not pleasing to my father who wanted a strong, manly man to carry on the family name.
So it was that summer that my dad tried to 'man me up'. He enrolled me in every junior sports league available in our small town... and I failed miserably at all of them. Finally, in desperation, he signed me up for swimming lessons at the YMCA. He told me stories of his days swimming at the'Y', naked men and boys cavorting together in the pool. I think he hoped that my seeing other males with masculine physiques would inspire me to utilize the gym facilities there and 'bulk up' before I hit puberty.
I think it actually disappointed him that they no longer allowed nude swimming, but he still had hopes that I'd somehow blossom into the manly child he longed for.
That first session was truly an eye opener for me. It was the first time I'd ever been naked in any way that might have been considered public and it was the first time I'd ever seen anyone else naked... EVER! I was actually startled with how quickly and easily my burly father stripped down in front of total strangers when he'd never even gone around in his boxers at home. And I was equally shocked at the wide range of males casually strolling through the locker room naked... even some of the younger kids engaged in horseplay in the nude inside the shower room.
I slowly undressed, hiding as best I could behind my now totally naked father and quickly pulled my thin swimming trunks up while drinking in this smorgasbord of naked man-flesh. I felt something stirring in me alright, but it was not a passion for working out or sports of any kind!
I followed my father out to the pool and he arranged for a lifeguard to help teach me to swim. Is actually surprised that the teacher who came to me was none other than Mr. Anderson, my quiet, still single piano teacher.
The first thing I noticed about Mr. Anderson was how much younger he looked out of his usual frumpy white shirt and bow tie. Also, he was thin, but muscular. The last thing I noticed was that unlike everyone else's swim trunks... he wore bright red underwear-style swim briefs. I'd never seen anything like it before! And since he'd already been in the pool, he was soaking wet which made those small briefs cling to the gentle curve of his crotch, which in my newly discovered sexual awakening, seemed to bulge out to enormous proportions!
"Hi, Greg!" Mr. Anderson smiled and waved at me, noticing how I shyly ducked behind my father like a shield.
My father pushed me out front like an eagle forcing it's young from the nest, "He's never been swimming before. I think he's just scared." The adults shared a good natured chuckle at my expense while I struggled to breathe passed the lump that had formed in my throat.
Mr. Anderson bent over and patted my shoulder, "Nothing to be scared of, Greg. You conquered Chopin, you'll conquer this!"
Evidently, I had little choice. But under Mr. Anderson's tutaledge I soon mastered my fear of swimming and even learned to dog paddle...in the shallow end. That first hour seemed to fly by, and I found myself loving the intimate touches of Mr. Anderson's hands on my stomach, thighs, and buttocks. I was actually sorry that our session ended and we headed back to the locker room together.
My father was already in the shower room... naked... and was rinsing out his trunks when we walked in. Mr. Anderson paused under one of the open shower heads and peeled out of his tight, wet suit. "Hey, champ. You need to rinse the chlorine out of your hair and suit!" He turned around and grabbed my arm before I could duck out into the main changing area.
I stopped, frozen in my tracks! There in front of me was my piano teacher and swim instructor in all his glory!! The sight of his shaved body, heavy balls and long cock tucked under a thick bush of curly black hair seared itself into my prepubescent mind! I couldn't move! I felt sure I stood there gawking at his naked tool for what seemed an eternity, but when he turned back and started the shower head next to his, I realized it had only been a few seconds.
"Here, use the shower next to mine. I'll show you how to rinse your suit real good." I gulped... probably too loudly, and timidly untied the drawstrings of my nylon swim trunks. It must have been the slowest disrobing in the history of man. It felt like forever as I pulled this clinging shorts down and stepped out them. I felt mesmerized by the slow swinging of Mr. Anderson's crotch as he finished rinsing his briefs and began to lather up with soap from the wall dispenser.
I stood like a naked statue under the water spray holding my trunks in front of me like a shield. I'd never had an erection before. It sort of hurt, but it felt good at the same time. But whatever it was, it wasn't normal, and I was very embarrassed about it.
When Mr. Anderson reached fit my trunks, I know he saw my very stiff pecker, but he never said a word. Instead, he launched patiently into instructing me on how to rinse my shorts and wring them out before hanging them on the washcloth hook. Then he helped me wash my hair, making sure I scrubbed that chlorine out so my hair didn't turn green.
After that we washed our bodies while we talked about swimming, the fall piano recital, and the new school year. I guess sometimes during that casual conversation, my reading erecting subsided and I relaxed considerably around Mr. Anderson.
My father has already finished showering and was half dressed as he talked with some older men about business... or golf... or whatever older men talked about. I noticed many men not seeming to be in any hurry to dress and leave. In fact some served to be lounging on the benches in the nude charging with whomever came by.
I left Mr. Anderson at his locker, nearer the showers and headed back to my father's locker and my clothes. Dad asked me how the lesson went, but I was only half listening. I was watching Mr. Anderson as he dried himself, especially his crotch, and talked with some of the men who were hanging out nude at the shower end of the locker room. With all the bodies milling around, I couldn't be sure, but it looked like one of the men near Mr. Anderson actually touched his cock and fondled his balls. Could I be jealous about that? I'd never been jealous like this before.
I sulked about it all the way home in the back jump seat of the family station wagon. I fumed and seethed internally through supper, and while I brushed my teeth. After watching the Rockford Files, I headed to bed and felt very rebellious. I decided I wouldn't wear my pyjamas and would sleep in my white y front briefs instead.
But I couldn't sleep. The more I tried to be angry at Mr. Anderson for something I didn't even know had happened, the more I thought about his naked body, and his long cock and heavy balls. And soon, that strange feeling can't over me again, and I felt another erection coming on.
Gingerly, I reached under the chenille covers and inside my underwear. I touched my small, aching cock for the first time and felt the electric shock as it twitched wildly with a mind of its own! I was so scared! I knew nothing of masturbating, but I felt like I had done something so bad, I immediately pulled my hand clear and turned over to cry in my pillow. I swore as I drifted asleep that I'd never touch my penis again. But sleepy promises are soon broken. But that may be a take for another confession.
So I’m bi but I have never been with guys or girls, do I have a right to say that I’m bi and I really want to get with a girl before I get with a guy. I know that won’t happen but I want to eventually have experience with both but I don’t know on which one I want right now. What do I do?
I have a crush on my friend who is a girl (I'm a girl as well.) She has came out to me and said that she is bisexual and I said I am too. I've always liked guys and I think I like girls but I don't know? It's very complicated. We've playfully kissed each other on the cheeks and I don't know what to do. I want to tell her I like her but I think it'll ruin our friendship...
I love both men and woman, since me and my gf broke up i've been having some fun with this one guy. When i'm with men i'm very submissive so i usually suck his cock and leave but sometimes he bends me over and bangs my brains out. However i can't get enough of it, i love the smoothness, taste, feel in my mouth or right on my tongue, the taste and feel of his cum. At this point in time i can truly say that i am addicted to sucking cock
I am an asexual and I crave to be in a loving relationship minus the sex. But things will be difficult, and I'm a coward.
i've been in love with my best friend for 3 1/2 years.
i'm female. shes female.
met her 5 years ago in college. apartently we went to the same school, same class. she transfered shortly after i went into homeschooling; we didn't get on for the first year.
second year, we became friends. it was 6 months in i think, i'd developed a crush. shortly after i realised it was love.
when college finished that year, i made sure to stay in contact. i'm terrible at holding realtionships, but for her i'd do my best. luckily she is simular in the way she doesn't need constant contact.
we meet up once a month. some skyping inbetween, since we live far apart.
reason i haven't told her? well apart from the fact i don't want to damage our friendship and make it awkward. she's a devote christian. she's very much straight and won't have sex until marriage. i'm also a virgin, not as self concious about it thanks to her.
so basicaly, i have no chance.
she doesn't even know i'm bisexual.
i wish i could get rid of this love i feel. i think about her some nights when masterbating. another thing she doesn't do. i want to get close to her and show her how nice it feels. give her her first orgasm. fondle and lick her breasts.
i want to hug and kiss her as a couple as we play video games and watch tv.
i want to marry her. i want to have kids with her. either inseminated or adopted.
*sigh* maybe i'll tell her one day, when we are in our 30's and married to different people .
I confess my sinful nature and my sexual sin of adultery and viewing pornography and pray God's forgiveness and protection. I pray he wash over my sin and bring me closer to Him. I repent of these sins and pray God permanently turn my heart from them.
I've always strongly considered myself a straight male, I've never been into men, and I don't find the appearance of men attractive. But in the last few months I find myself watching "shemale" or "ladyboy" porn videos. Essentially transexual porn videos.
As I said, I'm not into men at all, I love women. For some reason though, I love looking at women with cocks. It's very strange, I know. I basically only get off to videos of "women" jerking off now. I guess all those years of watching porn with real women wasn't satisfying enough any more.
In the past, me and a friend swore that if we took a trip to Thailand and ended up bringing a girl back to the hotel only to find out she had a cock, that we'd outright refuse to have sex with them. But to tell you the truth, I'd just as much have sex with her as I would a real woman. Perhaps more so, even.
#strange #ladyboy #transexual #sex #masturbation #cock #shemale #porn
A few years ago I was living in a trailer park. Straight out of high school and desperate to be on my own. There was an older man a couple of trailers down. Seemed to be a cheerful, friendly guy. He offered me a beer a couple of times when I was still underage.
One night he asked me over to help him with a small do it yourself project in his trailer. We finished that up in a few minutes and he gave me a beer. We sat on his couch and talked. Soon he had his hands on me and kept asking if he was being too forward.
As I was still a virgin, I figured a gay cherry popping was better than none at all. He gave me my best (and first) blowjob followed almost immediately by a second blowjob. I figured it was my turn so I gave him my best amateur blowjob which he seemed to enjoy despite my fumbling.
We kept getting it on a couple times a month. He had a girlfriend as well and explained sex with men didn't exclude girls. Later that year I got a girlfriend and my gay adventures tapered off. But I was always thankful he gave me a push into sex.
One of my friends has a cousin who is super lesbian. She always hits on me and my friends even though she is in her 20s and we are all 16/17. I’ve never been into girls but last week me and his girl kissed. Like really kissed. It was the best makeout session I’ve ever had. She lips and tongue were so soft and how she grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall and would bite my lip and tell me I’m hers. It really did turn me on. I only starting kissing her because she kept calling me scared and that I’m afraid of turning gay for her. I said bet and it started as a beck and ended with her hand trying to unbotton my pants and sucking on my tongue. I stopped at the kissing but ever since I’ve been really turned on. I’ve been watching a lot of lesbian porn lately as well. This girl isn’t ugly but she isn’t considered georgious. She’s a little heavier and Goliath like. But wow can she kiss.
My son is 15 and almost at the end of puberty. It's not an easy time, but my wife and I have a good relationship to him. At first I refused to believe it, but my wife drew attention to some of his mannerism and stuff. She said she believed him to be gay. I really couldn't and still can't believe it. I always thought he would bring home a cute young girl some day. I think I wanted to relive my youth through him.My wife doesn't think much about it, she's happy as long as he's happy. But I just can't take it. I can't tell my friends and colleagues that my boy likes boys. I always thought I am very liberal towards such stuff; I know many lesbians and gay men, but my own child?!I wish I could handle this situation better, but I can't.
#gay #son #desperate #homosexual #whatdo #confession #child #unhappy #disbelief
Something weird happened to me yesterday and I haven’t told anyone. So I just turned 16 last week, (I’m a girl btw) and me and my cousins went to this little fair type place in my town as a late celebration I guess. Anyways we are in line for this go cart thing. The line wasn’t huge but there was like no room so everyone was kinda crammed together. I was behind my cousins and there was this guy behind me, he was kinda chubby, at least 30 but maybe even older. I remember I would get pushed into him and I would say sorry and he wouldn’t say anything. But then it got crazy and I was packed against him and I felt his hands touch my waste. He was holding me against him and pressing his privates into my butt. I was shocked and couldn’t believe what was happening so I didn’t really react or move. He would touch my butt a little then press hard into me. I even felt his thing through his pants. Worst part is I was wearing tights so I really felt everything. This went on for 8 minutes. Finally the line moved and he let go. I didn’t tell anyone about it. Later I saw him staring at me and he even followed us to the parking lot when we left but only I noticed him.
My wife has had boyfriends off and on during our marriage. Until recently she has dated them on her own and then told me stories about her "adventures." With her current boyfriend she likes him to pick her up at our house. When he rings the doorbell, it is my responsibility to let him inside. If she is not ready my job is to suck his cock until she is ready. If he cums, I am to swallow.
Last night she told me next weekend I will be taking his cock in my ass while she watches.
I'm bisexual female and last year I finished high school. 2 years ago I had a big crush on one guy from school, he wasn't interesed but on last day of school we got drunk and ended up kissing. He is a year older than me and his sister is my generation. I think she was mad at me although we didnt really hang out. The crush ended that summer but few months later my generation went to exscursion... There I started having sexual and romantic feelings for his sister. I started being very attracted to her. I never realised before how beautiful that girl is... Year and a half has passed and I still didn't got over her. We ended up on the same college (we don't see each other often bcs its corona). Sometimes we text about college and I think we are now a bit closer than before, we also have a few mutual friends... Nobody is sure about her sexuality bcs she is uncomfortable when someone talks about boys, girls whatever but we assume she is straight. Our friend knows her since they were 7 and she says she hasn't had a crush in her entire life (we are 19)... I know this situation is wierd bcs of my history with her brother but I really like her and want to be closer to her.... I want to hear your opinons..... Am I sick? What can I do?
31/F/Newly single
This was weird and unexpected but was so, so hot:
Last August I’d developed some ovarian cysts. They did an intravaginal ultrasound/sonogram, and it wasn’t a big deal.
At a recheck in January, another intravaginal ultrasound, again - not a big deal.
I went back in May prior to an IUD placement and it was at their other office building. The ultrasound tech was curvy/overweight, late 20’s with long, curly, brown hair and big full breasts. She had the lights down really low in the exam room, and talked in a low, warm, comforting voice.
She left the room for me to undress and get into the gown, then came back in to do the exam. I was on my back with my knees bent, legs slightly spread, and she sat to my right - facing me/the computer, with her right hand using the ultrasound wand inside me (hard and phallic-shaped). It felt so intimate, her warm breast was pushed into my leg as she reached around it, moving the wand inside me. Several times she asked quietly if I was doing okay - I was more than okay! I was so incredibly turned on, I needed it to end but at the same time didn’t want it to.
The exam took maybe 12-15 minutes, where the other ones had only taken about 5. She kept repositioning the wand to get the pictures she needed, perfectly hitting my g-spot. I had my eyes closed for much of it, as the visual of her boobs pressed into me, with her hand between my legs was just too much. I was truly concerned I might orgasm.
I went home and masturbated, and enjoy thinking back on that exam. If I ever have to go back for rechecks I’m going to request that office location.
#masturbation #sex #doctor #exam #sex #sexual #orgasm #hot #inappropriate #horny #bisexual #females #boobs #vagina #lust
I pretend that I'm asexual because I am in love with my best friend. There problem is, she has a soul mate and its another friend; sometimes I can't help myself and flirt with her but in the end, I'm called a prude because I don't kiss her. So I'm an asexual prude because I refuse to act upon my emotions to save my friendships.
I don’t like preachers. They spread racism; classism, and homophobia. They teach members to push gay children out of families. Yet these fat divorced preachers run around looking at porn and hitting on other people’s wives. I used to work with one. I took great pleasure into proving to people he was misquoting the Bible and a sinner. Oh I know I’m a sinner too.
These slime set back and allow disabled children to be pushed out of their Church “if” the parents aren’t rich. They take nice vacations posed as humanitarian missions. They gave away your money to help. That’s fine. Staying for a fancy weeks vacation is not.
I really love listening to them pressure old people. Give us your stuff. Don’t give it to your children.
Oh I’m sure there are good preachers; but you don’t need a gas bag to reach Heaven; accept the Spirit; read the Bible, and be good.
If you find yourself thinking it’s ok to deny a gay person the right to buy a cake in a store, then your not serving God. Sure it’s a sin, but so is judging others. So is divorce. So is over eating. So is gossiping. If everyone who sins went to heck, Heaven would be a very empty place.
I’m not Jesus; but a lot more of you would make it to Heaven listening to me than most preachers, and even I wouldn’t listen to me.
If you must hurt someone else to serve God then your not serving God. In America it was push away the Irish. Then push away the blacks. Today it’s take a crap on the gays. Even our highest court does it. Christians can refuse to serve gays. It was once legal to refuse to serve blacks. To refuse to serve Irish. To refuse to serve Native Americans.
I myself am not gay. But I’ve tried to save children. It’s a terrible thing to try to talk a child out of suicide because a piece of shit preacher tells the parents they must force a gay child to be straight or that child will goto heck. That shit preacher cheats on his wife; steals from the Church; looks at porn; and hits on other people’s wives; but let’s push a child to suicide rather than accept the child being gay.
I say fuck those preachers. They can kiss my ass. They don’t speak for God. I say let’s love those little children.
If anyone doesn’t like what I say I don’t care. Who can shut me up? Oh I’ve had people try. No ones done it yet.
So fly your rainbow flags little ones. Love yourselves.
I had a preacher tell me I hurt gay people by defending them. They should suffer for their sins so they will sin no more. I told him your fat; ugly; smell bad; divorced; and judgmental, hope your ready for heck. He got very upset. I said I’m just trying to save your soul, God sent you a good man to show you your wicked ways. Repent and sin no more. Funny he didn’t like that. Basically ran from me and never wanted to speak to me again. The truth hurts I guess.
See I can talk about my crap because I own it. I don’t hide behind the Bible and use my faith to attack others.
#faith #bible #religion #jesus #god #homosexuality #disability #hope #preacher #forgiveness
I'm 19 and I think I may be a pan or a bi. I've never dated a woman but once there was a girl I went to high school with, we were really close friends, I never had any sort of feelings then. But after we finished high school, I started to miss her. I sort of fantasized about her. However I never had the guts to confess my feelings to her. It went on for six months, then I met a guy and started dating him. Then slowly the girl and I were nobody but Facebook friends. Now even after two years, it affects me how she has moved on in her life and has new friends. It hurts to think about how she doesn't value me as much as I do. I've never had these feelings for any other girl, however I've wanted to fuck two other girls, but only sex. The genuine feelings was only for my high school best friend. These three girls are the only ones I've fantasized about. The rest are all boys. I mean when I'm walking by, I checkout boys and think about how great a pair we'd make. However with a girl, I have to know that girl, understand her, be really close to her. Then I start to feel for her. Now I think I'm a pansexual. Am I?
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