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Last weekend my daughter went out with some of her friends. One had come back to town after getting a job about 2 hours away and had left her bag in my daughters room.
After everyone had gone to bed, they were still out and I snuck into her room and went through her friends bag. There was a Pink lace floral thing that she had worn at some point. I put it to my nose and inhaled her wonderful scent.
She is a petite girl and is really beautiful. I took those panties along with a clean pair and went to the bathroom. While sniffing her scent from the thing I masturbated into another pair of her panties. I haven't cum that much in a very long time.
The pair that I came in was tossed into the drier and I put it back in her bag, but I kept the pair she had worn.
I've used them several times now, by keeping them in a ziplock bag, they have stayed fresh.
I can't wait for her to come back and see us again.
I’m no longer interested in the girl I’m dating. We’ve been together for over a year and we live together. I love having her around but I just don’t feel in love at all. I can’t picture romantic ideas with her in them or getting married or having kids with her. I always picture other women. She’s honestly a great person but it’s to a point where I don’t even want to kiss her. I wipe my mouth after because it feels wrong. I feel so guilty but I can’t help it. And every time we’ve gotten close to breaking up she cries and I feel to guilty. I feel terrible but I just can’t help it. I wish I never got with her to start. If I could go back I honestly would. We’ve had a lot of fun and made memories but I just don’t feel a spark at all. Idk what to do.
#love #relationship #guilt #guilty #confused
At 18 I got married as a virgin to my high shcool sweetheart. Five years later and he is still the only one I want to be with. But now I have started masturbating to the tune of a younger coworker. She compliments me and says sweet and innocent little things. I find myself getting aroused. A few times I wanted to touch myself. I could not wait to get home. I am straight but I have started fantasizing of her. I am suddenly curious to another girl. Like now, I masturbate and dream of different scenerios. I want my husband to walk in on us naked. We are so busy that he isn't noticed. I am on my knees with my ass in the air tongueing her pussy, squeezing her round tight ass, rubbing her perky tits, and kissing her lips. Then out of nowhere my husband slides his big fat cock in me and pounds me to orgasm. Then he pounds her as I ride her face. My husband fucks good so she will not be disappointed. I want to watch and participate at the same time. I know how to please myself, so I am confident I will please her pussy good. I want her to feel what I am feeling.
My fantasies may not come true but you know what I will masturbating to. At least into the near future.
I cannot believie I just wrote my confession(s)!!! I am wrong.
#virgin #straight #threesome #coworker #ass #pussy #aroused #girl #husband #wrong #confession #masturbation #perky #round #firm #sex
I don't know so I blame it on my husband. A few months after pregnancy my husband has lost his sexual drive and mine has drasticlaly increased. I am always so horny and wanting. Well, I ended up kissing my girlfriend. Now I am embarressed, but at the same time I want more. I am straight and so confused as to why I kissed her and why I am curious about having sex with her.
#blame #husband #girlfriend #kiss #want #horny #straight #confused #embarressed #sex
when I was in primary school I had a group of friends that I thought were my friends and didn't really fit in. when they would do something I would always get blamed or somedays they wouldn't even talk to me or look at me. I took the fall for them a lot and my mom keeps on telling me that I need to stick up for myself but when I do I let my anger get the best of me and I lose friends. it happens as well even though I'm in secondary school and most days my friend's don't talk to me or they are talking about me but I feel like I can't trust anyone and I am scared that when I am older ill be as alone as I am right now
I have been letting a couple of my bosses at work use me whenever they want. They just start playing with my ass, then if they want they lower my panties, bend me over a chair or the desk and fuck me from behind. At first it made me feel dirty, but now it turns me on knowing that even in my 50's I can still turn men on.
I have been in a romantic relationship with a girl for more than two years. Yes, I’m a girl and bi. She’s the loveliest person ever. It’s like the girlfriend any boy/girl would love to have. BUT, I still love my ex boyfriend. It’s been more than five years since we broke up but I do still love him. Lately we’ve been talking secretly. He also has a girlfriend, more than a year of relationship.
We set up to see each other and have sex because there’s still this sexual connection, but the first time we got to the hotel, we just talked about each other’s life. There was touching but no kisses. There I thought “maybe this is not going to work”. I really thought that was the end of our “adventure”. But again, he wants to see me and I really wanna see him and kiss him. We did not do sexting but video chat our intimate parts.
He always tells me all the things he wants to do with me and that turns me on. I can’t stop thinking about it. On the other hand, I do not feel that sexual attraction with my gf. I like her, she’s a nice girl but I think I don’t love her the way she does. Yesterday, I dreamt about my ex. There, we were one, I loved him and he loved me. I don’t wanna feel like that, my gf doesn’t deserve this. But damn, that man is my weakness.
We both know that if our gfs find out about our conversations, we’re dead. We want to keep out relationship but still see each other twice or three times a month (according to him).
I have the weirdest feelings about my cousin. He’s 22 almost 23 and i’m 24 about to be 25. He and I haven’t really spent much time together. growing up he lived in the city and I grew up on the coast and in the bay area. I only really know him in that I know he likes video games that I also like and he likes the same kind of tv content as I do. I also know he and I are basically at the same stage in our lives where we don’t want to depend on our parents anymore. We have plans to spend a week together this coming summer (2022) so we can celebrate him graduating. Over the past week we’ve also talked about how we want to start doing care packages and sending them to each other as a way of getting through life as adults. We didn’t have a lot of time alone to talk so I don’t know what he thinks of me but I know for sure that he cares about me because when I have a mental freak out he’s there for me until I’m calmed down. I would never make the first move but part of me hopes when I visit him next summer that he pushes me against a wall and just makes me his. I just want to know if my feelings are appropriate or if I should give up waiting for him to be my knight-in-shining-armour?
#confused #isthistruelove #amijustoverthinking #iwannacarryhisbabies
I am 35years old, no career, no job and need to take care of my mum. I am in need (more desperate ) of a career, an income and some independence to be able to help my mum. I have so many dreams and I honestly do not even know how to begin fulfilling them. This is never how I imagined my life going. I feel so helpless. All I have is a dream to become a beauty therapist and no way of doing so. How did i get here? My confession is I am so desperate for help, I am considering the unthinkable.
I remember these evil girls pushing me out of the shower room completely naked telling me "show your stuff" and locking the door behind me. Stood out there watching them laughing behind the window, while a crowd of boys gathered around saying "spread those cute thighs" for us. I remember there was no place to hide, got forced to stand there stark naked exhibiting myself. By the time those bitches let me back inside, I had exposed every inch of myself. I remember walking out with everyone outside looking at me and thinking the next day I would have to face them all in school. The teasing was so horrible I felt naked every day I went to school.
#abused #nude #humiliated
i don’t feel sexually attracted to people’s bodies or physiques literally at all, in fact for a long time i didn’t understand how people could masturbate to the sight of other people’s bodies.
the literal only thing that turns me on is seeing or thinking of (or experiencing obviously) the physical act of sex - genuinely, i can easily jerk off to videos of horses (or any animals) having sex. not because i’m some creep who thinks horses or animals are hot, literally just because the only thing that i think is sexually arousing... is the literal act of sex.
i used to get so freaked out thinking i was some beastiality creep because i could jerk off to it but now i realize that to my brain, it genuinely doesn’t matter *what* is having sex, it only matters that they’re having sex. i have no idea if anyone else feels this way as well, am i just fucking weird???
I am a 26 year old guy in 6 year old relationship , so few years back i started having dm's from a gay guy and i decided what the fuck lem me indulge him. We echanged texts and i explained to him i am straight and i have a girlfriend , but of course i told him i sometimes wanna try holding a different cock and maybe sucking it just for experience
Then one day he told me to come to him room and i couldnt fall for that so i did the right thing and........went to his room(what did you think this is was all new to me)
As entered his room he sat me on his bed and started taking my pants off and i was shaking and nervous he could tell. He then gave me a blowjob and when it finally hard he Bend over the bed in a doggyposition but my dick was too thick for him and finally my dick lost the will to fight and i left and never spoke to him again and never told anyone...but i still wanna taste a dick in my mouth just once
I am a 17 year old gay man and I think I'm just a slut. I literally don't mind to have sex with any guy. I just imagine (and dream) of hot scenes and then wonder how will my future be... And the worst is that 2 friends of mine are always teasing me by putting their hands on my legs and slowly getting closer to my dick. That always makes me almost cum. And I also think I have a crush on one of my colleagues (straight) but he's just so fucking hot and cute!
Hello all, I'm a Mid 30's married British Indian guy with a below average cock. My wife is gorgeous thick Indian woman size 14 38dd's and extremely vanilla! It's taken me years to get her into toys. the thought of another cock scares her! But I would love her to be a full size queen at the command of a real bull with a proper cock to satisfy her with. While I'm locked in chastity and humiliated. I think of all the fucked up shit I would have to do, get her ready to be fucked, bathing her shaving her getting her best lingerie ready that she only wears for a bull never for me... only for it to come back ruined after she has been used! Be their personal slave and errand boy obeying every humiliating command given. Guiding big dicks into her, lining them up before gaping her ass licking her pussy as she gets fucked, cleaning up her creampies. I fantasise about my humiliation, forced bi, only being able to fuck her using the bulls used condom, getting them to cum over my pillow ... work clothes etc. Watching them fuck and cumming over her wedding rings only to make her sick up all the cum!
I don't know why this turns me on so much but it does!
Is this normal??
#slave #humiliated #humiliation #wife #cuckold #husband #indian #british #degraded #used #abused #bull #sph #tiny
I’ve never told anyone this… ever… I’m Gay. I’ve been wanting to tell someone about this for a long time but I don’t think I can, I have no idea how they are going to react or respond… I’m almost too afraid to tell them and find out… I’m so confused on what to do…
Circumstances have pushed me & my family to the brink. I was the rock. But people decided to remove me because a disease broke me. Everyone was supposed to get better. Instead everyone is so worse. So now some have come & asked for help. Problem is I had just had a last ditch surgery to save my life. Then I was homeless & stuff. I’m now temporarily where no one wants me. They are barely tolerating me because I did so much for them. But it’s temporary. Then I’m lost.
So while I’m still able I’m trying my best to help those I love. But its so sad.
So my sin is I’m sort of lying. I’m not lying. I’m bending the truth. I’m just trying desperation heaves to save a person whose probably going to die. My hope is to bring them out of their medical situation. Reach them. And at least help them find peace before their condition ends them. If they trust me & I can reach them, they could live. Probably. But doctors can’t reach him. It seems I may be his only hope. So now I must beat my disease to help him with his medical issues. Thing is no one can tell me how. So I gotta do it. That currently includes stretching truths. I’m researching science and medicine.
I’m not sure if someone who is very sick can live long enough to help. Or clear my mind enough to help. But all the experts are striking out. I helped stabilize him. Now can I fix him? That is a big ask.
So I’m trying to fight off this disease. Fight off all the bad. The nearly dying. Poverty. On & on. This is like an impossible situation.
So how do I solve a problem the experts can’t solve? They are paid for it. They studied it. I’m a guy laying on the dumpster heap of life waiting to be hauled off to the morgue or homelessness which will be death for me quickly with my health.
To make it worse. I have been suffering for many days. I tried to rest. Controlled my diet. Purged. Even ate the wrong stuff. It’s getting worse. Problem is I think I know what it is. If it is I need a trip far away. I have no car. I need emergency sugary. I would owe so much money. I have no money. I can’t divert money away from my children. They have a home. If I take away money they lose it.
The reality is I will die. No if. Just when. I can’t create debt they must pay when I’m gone. Especially when it’s just a matter of time. But I’m trying to save a life before I pass. They try to inspire you. But then they give up. When they stop trying. That means your doomed. I’ve noticed they no longer bother with me anymore. It’s like I’m a ghost. That is partially being poor. But it’s everyone when I go. No one cares. They tried to cycle me off. I fought it. Then I realized something. All the people I stop seeing get sick. Then they goto this odd place. Then I never see them again. If I ask no one answers. So I tried to stay. No one will answer me.
So I’m going away so the other patients won’t see me getting sicker & then dying? They tell me no. Maybe that’s true. But I’ve lived longer than all expected. Much much longer. So they tell me all the people that reach that milestone go there. Sounds good. I’m doing great. Except I feel horrible. Barely move. Barely get up. How can that be good? So I calculate. It’s open one day a week. Two hours. That’s 4 patients. If they’ve sent many many people ahead of me there. All these people I used to know. As I’ve lived all the docs moved on. Most of the nurses. There’s basically no one in there that knows me. So it occurred to me. I don’t recognize any patients. All the people ahead of me are gone. All the people behind me are gone. I gotta start looking way behind me to remember anybody. So where is everyone. Oh there’s a lot of new patients. But where are all the old ones?
My family tells me I’m being paranoid. Maybe. I am that guy everyone looks to for a reason. Only I’m not anymore. There’s next to no one in the whole hospital I recognize. So I’ve been a patient longer than anyone has worked there? That’s why no one knows me. The patient is the oldest none high level person that was there. How have I lived longer than all the people who worked there when I started going?
So my family said your sick. Your fine. Well I’m no doctor. But am I missing something. Let’s say there were 100 people ahead of me. They slowly went off because they were doing so well. I never went anywhere when I was doing well. So why was I still there? I heard they must be doing way better. Well that’s not a good sign for me. So I waited my turn. Then people behind me went. On & on. So I heard they are going on other days. Makes sense.
But then Covid hit. We all had to go stand in long lines on the exact same day because we are high risk. A long line of dying people. I’ve looked for over a year. I get there early. Then when I leave I pass everyone else. I only recognize the very new ones. No one knows me. So I did research. I should be dead. I’ve way beaten the odds. So they say your fine. But no one smiles. No one talks. They do to other people. I’m that guy who is dying.
Everyone says oh your always worried. Well not about dying. I worry about other stuff. Even though I’ve almost died. So I’m really confused. But if there was 100 ahead of me. How many were behind me? 100? 200? More? Let’s say 200 total. For four times slots once a month? That’s when one old dud checks on us. If I have issues what do I do? Ask him. So I dig. I could go other times. That’s cool. But he likes to see all of our issue on that one day. In two hours. That’s 4 people. So I ask the lady when does everyone else go. She says who else? All the other patients with my condition. He sees all of you on one day. If he’s only there for 2 hrs on one day. That doesn’t add up. So I ask her where all the other patients go. What other patients? Now I know I’m sick. But am I that sick? Am I missing something?
I say where are all the other patients that are doing great like me. That left the hospital and were sent here. She has no clue what I’m talking about. Well It’s right by the hospital, & far from me. I looked. I see no other places in the phone book. I call & ask. What other place?
So I’ve been feeling horrible for weeks. But I usually bounce back. Not this time. It feels so weird.
I don’t fear it. But I’d like to helpful
There’s no other place is there?
I am 36 years old, have a 19 year old son. I walked into my bathroom after coming back to my house, I'm assuming unexpectedly. My sons best friend whom I've known for over 11 years, was at the house alone, my son had called and said that he was there, while my son went out for about 45 minutes. I guess Carl didn't know I was coming home and he was in my bathroom with 2 pairs of my used panties, and worse one of my used pads. I'm in my third day and had just changed from overnight, it was a pretty used and disgusting pad. He was sniffing them.
He got very embarrassed and was I, and eventually he just blurted out that he really liked me, always had and thought I was the sexiest woman on the planet.
I told him it was OK, but to ask me first, he could indeed look and in his case, sniff all he wanted. I reached under my dress and pulled off my panties complete with pad, and handed them to him. I think he could pretty well see my pussy hair when I did it, though it really wasn't intentional. I went under the sink and got a new pad, and asked him to go into my undie drawer and pick out a pair he wanted me to wear. He came back with a nice black lace pair, I put them on, halting at the knees, then placed the pad and pulled them up. At that point I know he saw my privates.
I told him to stay there and finish whatever he wanted just to clean up after himself, to place the pads in the can, and then to put the panties in the hamper. Then I left.
I don't know what else to do, he's my sons best friend, I know I can't have sex with him, but it's nice to have a guy that is still that intrigued with my smell, and look.
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