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Im sorry I made you cry. I cant take back what took from you. I knew it was wrong I did it anyway. I'm so sorry.
For the sake of identification, let's assign variables instead of names.
So I have a (A)boyfriend, who is absolutely amazing in every way. I love him, with all of my heart, and I always will. He couldn't do a single thing that I would hate. He's perfect... and we're going to be married soon.
Before I met him, I was in an abusive relationship with this girl, and while I was taking her beatings and screaming, I found myself falling in love with this (B)guy, and he with me. It was obvious... we've even talked about it before, how we developed feelings. Well, I would even say that I love him, and I feel as if it's unfair and complete betrayal to my boyfriend. I feel like a horrendous individual.
Even now, seeing his (C)boyfriend online, acting like they have the most perfect relationship ever, I can't help but thinking of what new shitty, horrid thing he'll do to (B)him next. It infuritates me, and I just wanna get him out of it.
Am I wrong? Is it wrong to care for two individuals so deeply, at once? I feel as if I am. I have no clue how to end this... have a nice day.
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To be honest, this has nothing to do with sex. I just wanted to get a message out and I knew most people usually go on this category. I've liked this guy for a little over a year now. We have a lot in common and we used to be really close because we were always having to sit next to each other in class. We had a band concert recently and I was really upset because this was the first concert I had where I wasn't sitting next to him. Later that week, I was hanging out with my friends when one of them.. let's call her May... brought up the topic of my crush... let's call him Brayden. I told them about how I felt after the concert was over and started to cry. All three of my friends... May... uh, Monica... and, uh, Alexis... told me I should just get over him. That is when I went full on rage mode.
They were telling me to get over him? For God's sake! I couldn't believe they went there! Alexis was fucking dating a guy from fucking Norway! May was fucking leading on a fucking senior (we are all freshmen)! Monica is asexual so I had nothing against her... but she has a secret admirer... let's call him Daniel... so, yeah. "Sure and in the meantime, May, you can stop talking to that Senior, Alexis, time for you to break up with that Norwegian guy, and Monica, you should just transfer schools so Daniel doesn't have to deal with your asexual ways!" I was so fucking mad!
By now you have all realised that I have a very short temper but I had a reason to snap. Next time you feel like telling someone to get over their crush, remember what it would be like if someone told you that. It sucks. We are separated now and Alexis commit suicide. I hate those girls so much for making me feel that shitty.
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I used the text now to text my dad pretending to be my girlfriend because I suspected he had lust for her. I quickly confirmed it was true he thinks I'm her and wants to fuck her behind my back
I can’t tell him I want to end it we share a dog n I have no place to go I’ve fucked his coworker and supervisor and I almost fucked his best friend from elementary school I don’t want to hurt him but I’m never pleased
I've lied to my partner and I betrayed him. I lost controlled and withdraw money from our joint account. I loved it to live the wealthy life and I spend so much money on unnecessary things, you wouldn't believe. I always wanted to confess it to him but I just couldn't do it, I was too afraid and too embarrassed to talk to him about it. I didn't know it better and decided to steal the missing money from his savings and put it on our joint account. Of course, all leaked out, I disgraced him, lied to him and betrayed him and I don't know how I could make up for it. I can repay all the debts I made but I can't repair our broken relationship. Now I have to stand trial and make amends for my sins.
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When I was 15, I got asked to be in my cousin’s wedding—my first time as a bridesmaid. Our tea-length bridesmaid dresses had a low, scoop neckline that wasn’t especially revealing on the three older, smaller-chested bridesmaids who barely had any cleavage but, on me, it bared my rather big and blindingly white boobs to anyone who cared to look—which lots of guys did, and I could do nothing about. (Mom had bought me a pretty lace push-up bra and panty set for the occasion.)
The groomsman I was paired with to escort me down the church aisle was 30, big-muscled and really good looking. My boyfriend (16) and my parents were also at the wedding, but my groomsman kept checking me out anyway, especially my embarrassingly jiggly boobs, and it made me feel both self-conscious and kind of sexy.
After the reception dinner, my boyfriend (who didn't really know anyone) wanted to ditch the wedding stuff and use the hotel pool, but I was obligated to stay, where I danced and flirted with my muscly groomsman, pressing my rather exposed boobs against his chest during the slow dances and feeling his reaction as he got hard down there, grinding me a couple times. I got served champagne by waiters fooled by my boobs and bridesmaid attire into thinking I was 21, and ended up a little tipsy. My new friend amused himself by slipping cold ice cubes from his whiskey down my cleavage when no one was looking, then snuck me up the elevator to his room where we got naked and into his bed, ready to get to know each other better.
I thought we might have a quickie, but he took his sweet time with me. Pinned underneath him and probably half his weight, I wasn’t going anywhere, though I worried my absence at the reception would soon get noticed. He feasted on my boobs like he hadn’t just had dinner, then fucked me for well over an hour without using any protection. I had always made my boyfriend wear a condom, but had to admit it felt damned good and more intimate without that artificial barrier between us. His big-chested, broad-shouldered physique and all those rippling muscles were a refreshing change from my boyfriend’s slim build, and his reproductive equipment was a lot bigger and thicker, too. He went deep into me, filling me up, and I climaxed with him right away.
He kept going, and it was fun and intense and I got a few more orgasms out of the deal, and then he worked up to a strong, sweaty finish and finally came inside me just as I was coming, too. I felt him throbbing, then the weird, wild sensation of him shooting semen into me without a condom—it felt intimate—and I was glad I’d made him come, and that we came together. Sharing an orgasm with him made me feel like we were bonded, and we stayed in bed, kissing and squeezing each other. He got hard and wanted to fuck me again, but I feared I might already be in trouble, so I slipped my sweaty bod out from under him and gathered my dress and underthings and put myself back together, fighting him off all the while as he kept pulling me toward the bed.
Back in my dress and downstairs at the reception, I rejoined my mom and my aunt who, noticing my damp, messy hair and sweat-soaked boobs, asked if I was having a good time, figuring I must have been doing a lot of dancing. My timing was perfect as my boyfriend had just returned when the pool closed for the night. I felt naughty and kind of sexy knowing I had this guy’s sperm still swimming inside me, some of it leaking out and running down my thigh, though nobody noticed.
I worried a little that my boyfriend would somehow find out, and worried a whole lot more when I missed my next period, got a test and found myself pregnant. But I was a lucky girl and miscarried a few weeks later, and my parents and boyfriend never knew a thing! I never told anyone (until now), and still fondly remember my hookup with the hot groomsman on that wild wedding night seven years ago.
I once betrayed my friend with talking behind her back and acting nice in front of her.
Ever since 9th grade (I'm in 11th now) I lied to my parents saying I got all A's every quarter so I could get $1,000 each time. I lied to them and ended up stealing a total of $9,000 that I now have to pay back. Ive also lost trust with both of my parents and now have to spend the rest of my life feeling guilty and knowing I did something so messed up to them. Woopee for me
I'm leaving my wife today. She doesn't know it yet. I said I forgave her the first time she cheated. I tried to and I wanted to. She did it again. Im done.
I've never admitted this to anyone...until now.
When I was 15 I secretly caught my aunt getting fucked by this guy. Turns out she was dating him and introduced him to the family at a picnic the next week.
A few weeks after that I dropped by her house but she wasn't home. He told me I could stay and wait for her. I did. We ended up talking and he was nice to me. He shared his joint with me if I promised not to tell. I agreed.
He told me that he saw me watching them and I was so embarrassed. He laughed it off then stood up.
I separated from my boyfriend after three years. I was young, exploring the world. So I didn't see anything wrong with him being mean to me, yelling, drinking.... However, he was very masculine, confident, I loved how he dominated me during sex. I was submissive like a little kitten, I let him do everything, even being violent....
At the end of the relationship, I met my current fiancé. He is a loving, caring ... Also in bed. We decided after a few years that I would not take the pill. Nevertheless, I still couldn't get over it and didn't let him come inside me.
However, a year ago I met my ex when he was shopping. We chatted, I went to his place for coffee and somehow it happened that I succumbed again. Triumphantly he fucked me again as if I were a whore, and I begged him to be harder on me, and later, all battered I begged him to impregnate me.... Which I allowed him to do. Since then, I dated him behind my fiancé's back, got pregnant and now have a two-month-old daughter. My fiancé further doesn't know that I don't think she is his....
And now, even though the pregnancy wiped me out and the delivery was terrifying, twice before I went back on the pill (I regret it a little... But it's safer that way), I let my ex come inside me again.... I'm stepping on thin ice but I can't stop....
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I confess I am and always will be in love with two women. One who is truly my best friend, partner and the mother of my child. The other is the most passionate, complex and hopelessly broken woman I have ever known.
I am with and will be faithful to my partner. She has stayed by my side through good times and bad. When I see her smile I'm as giddy as I was the day I mustered the courage to ask her out and she said yes, all those years ago. She is my soulmate.
The other was the one who wasn't meant to be. The one who loved me with all her tortured heart. The one I couldn't imagine living without athough I knew I could never be the strength she needed. The one whose soul was crushed along with mine when we parted ways, when I ended our relationship. The one whose perfume I still smell when I pass the spot where we first kissed. Whose sweet voice I'll hear until the day I draw my last breath.
I will always feel I am betraying my partner when the memories of the other push their way into my mind unbidden.
So I've been with my fiancé for 5 years. Getting married soon.
I had sex with her older sister before we dated. She knows but she doesn't know the nasty things her sister and I did.
It's not awkward at all at family events. We have double dates all the time, I even play golf with her older sisters husband.
When I'm with her husband or at family events. I think to myself "I use to bust a nut in the girls pussy ALL the time". It gets me going.
About 2 years ago my husband read my journal and I cant forgive him for it or move past it. By reading my journal, he thought I was having an affair, I wasn't. I was online getting counseling and the person that was my counselor and he left to move to England and I was devastated. I felt abandoned by my counselor. I am angry because he read it, took pictures of it, shared my most intimate thoughts with my son. I cant forgive that either. I am grateful that my son realized how wrong it was for his father to share my written, private word. Fast forward to today, He does not support my desire to do other things, he will sabotage me by, stating he has to work, give me that pitiful look.
He is a man that does not like to be alone. He has no friends and slowly but surely, ran my friends way.
Anytime I wanted to go out, it was never a thing of have fun it was, almost like he was upset that I was going out with my friends. Since the incident of my journal and the way he shredded my, I have no desire to be married to him anymore. I will not have sex with him, because I hate the thought of him touching me.
I smile but have serious distain for him. This man does not deserve me at all and I don't want him and the moment I get enough money to leave, I will.
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Last month my 3 year girlfriend cheated on me with her ex at a her bff party. She told me about it that same week and we decided to give it a chance, she said it was a big mistake, just making out, no sex. But she was acting weird still, like there wasn't something right. And that made me the more scared. Finally, she told me still feels something for him. I mean, her ex from 5 years ago, really?! I felt my heart crushed in a million pieces, angry at myself for being such a fool.
So for these past weeks I have been going out and had many one night stands, mainly with common friends, even her BBF from that party! But mostly I have been seeing a colleague after work, she had always been very flirty with me and I told her I was planning on leaving my gf. When she's at work, we sometimes go to my (and my gf) apartment. We have sex in the kitchen, the shower, everywhere. But my favourite is the bed, there is nothing like the satisfaction of seeing my gf in our bed, the sheets still dirty from all the fun I had. She obviously thinks I am trying to cope and trying to work things out between us. I know I shouldn't be doing any of this, I still love her, but my need to fuck everything is greater. So now my objective is to have as much fun as possible and if she gets hurt, too bad!
Life isn't fair. I had this friend who received a mean hurtful anonymous letter. I knew who the letter was from, but my friend didn't. The letter was from my friend's best friend, and I knew that she would be hurt if she knew what her friend really thought of her. So I took the blame. I told her it was a joke, an accident. She stopped being friends with me and went of with the "friend" who had actually sent the letter. Nobody ever knew that it wasn't me. I still feel anger towards the person who actually sent the letter for letting me take the fall.
you are not a good person. I feel foolish now for trusting you. I wish you pay for your actions.
Everyone thinks we are ideal gay couple- a model for straight and gay people to follow.
Truth is, I've been cheating on my husband since I started dating him. I lost count of the number of cocks I've sucked or had up my ass- or how many mouths and asses I've fucked.
I've cheated on him at my job, in public bathrooms, at porno theaters, and in our own bed.
I look for sex on the street, at work, online, and even with some of our mutual friends- especially those married to women.
I still love him more than anything and I dread the day that he finds out.
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