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I have been cheating on my husband with my ex since before we were married. Actually it started not long after we started dating.
He came to me and said that he regretted breaking up with me in the first place and that he wanted to get back with me so I told him where to go. My boyfriend was better in bed and more considerate of my needs anyway so I had no reason to go back to him.
Not long after that he got a new girlfriend and so he stopped chasing me and I didn't think anything more of it.
Then about six months later I was talking to some of my girl friends and one of them told me that my ex had been cheating on his current girlfriend with her. The two of them had actually dated years ago and he always pined for her so this wasn't much of a surprise. Especially as I always had a strong feeling they were having sex behind my back when we were dating. Any way she said that he had learned a lot from his new girlfriend who was older and more experienced. She talked for almost an hour about how good he was in bed and how forceful he had become.
This all made me laugh because he was anything but forcful before. He was really clumsy and would apologise every time he thrust a little hard. But the idea that he was now this dominant man in bed did get me a little turned on.
It was only a day later that I went round to my ex's house while my boyfriend was at work. We've been sleeping together ever since.
He still has his girlfriend and as I said I'm now married. If he left his girlfriend I'd go with him in an instant but I've had to settle for second best. I suppose I do still love my husband in a way but not how I did when we got together. The only time we have any fun in the bedroom any more is when we have threesomes or if he lets me use toys.
I hate my ex's girlfriend. She is the only reason I have to live like this.
I'm in a pair of suntan pantyhose I'm women's clothing and I feel great.
I am a 24 year old male and I absolutely love to wear women's clothing, lingerie, panties,bras, skirts, etc. I love to wear Hello Kitty, Disney Princess and Victoria's Secret Pink panties. I am completely obsessed with wearing girl's clothing and have done it since I was 16. I love women's clothing and I wish I was born a girl. I am jealous of women for getting to wear those clothes all the time.
I'm female, 21 years old and I often have to fart when I'm sleeping.
The problem is that my boyfriends loves to cuddle and we always sleep like spoons. I am the small one, so I am sleeping with my back to his face. I always wait until he falls asleep before I keep doing my business. ;-)
Sorry honey!
I am a drama queen. My life is actually not bad but I overexaggerate everything and create problems were there aren't any. I am in a relationship, got a loving and caring family, got a job and I live a good life.
I thought about leaving my boyfriend just to get more attention. I need the interest of others and I guess I am a very strenuous person.
Sometimes I think about dying and imagine how everyone around me would react to my death. It satisfies me to know that a lot of people would be devastating.
I'm in love with this guy for over a year now... but there are two problems. For one, he has a girlfriend and for two, he's the best friend of my boyfriend.
I always knew I would come into money and I did. A really nice sum. Really good things just seem to always happen for me when everything else seems shitty for everyone else. I am quite happy about it-- it's just that now my bf that things have been rocky with is now suddenly very sweet and kind to me. Not sure how to take it. Yes, I love him, it's just he's been quite the shitheel to me and now suddenly it's "water under the bridge". I guess I'm not over him shoving me. We'll just see where this goes...
i’m in love with the worse ones for me and i can’t help myself i regret the things i did and who i trusted.
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I worked as a lifeguard. Per se it's bad but today it got really bad. I got fired!! Because I fought with a stupid teenage boy who tought could annoy me the whole time and break all the rules.
Wouldn't be too bad if he hadn't lost 5 teeth and I just stood there and laughed. My hands were covered in blood.
Well, now I am jobless. Maybe I'll try to become a bouncer...
Other than the fact that I still fantasize about this after all these years, I don’t know why I’m the one “confessing”.
The summers between 6th grade and 7th grade, and 7th grade and 8th grade, my parents let me stay home by myself. I had friends on the street to play with but there were several times whenever they were out of town or just not home or couldn’t come out and play. I would just ride my bike up and down the street and practice my bunny hops and wheelies and tried to get into flat landing, but I sucked at that.
I noticed that after lunch time, the lady that lived three houses down was always out on her front porch enjoying some iced tea. I began to purposely ride more in front of her house while practicing my trick and she would say things like “Oh, that was a good one!” and “Wow, you have gotten better at that one!”
I would get tired and hot and one day she offered me a glass of water and I obliged. I began sitting next to her on the front porch drinking the water and noticed that she didn’t have a bra on under her shirt and I could clearly see her nipples poking through now that I was closer to her. That evolved into her inviting me inside for the water because it would be so hot outside and I, of course, obliged to that as well. Now, I had no intentions of anything at this age and just agreed to what she offered so I could sneak glances at her without a bra on.
Long story short, over the span of the first three weeks, things went from me trying to impress the lady down the street with my bike riding skills to her seducing me and giving me my first blowjob.
This happened for two summers until my family moved to a different downs before 8th grade. I miss those days so much. Orgasms back then felt so much better than they do now. I’ll never forget a single moment.
I have a serious relationship and I love my boyfriend but our sexual life is not that great. I have fears. I can’t step out of my comfort zone. He satisfies me bu I cant satisfy him. This is my second serious relationship and ı am not that experienced. I know that if you dont try things you cant learn but I just cant do it. We decided that we want to wait before having sex but other than that I cant do anything to satisfy him. He says it is okay for him if I dont want to do anything or if Im not ready but I feel like I am not enough and that ı am a bad gf. Its just I am scared and I overthing these kinds of things alot. I am scared of doing something wrong and leaving my comfort zone. I feel like I dont deserve him and that it is unfair to him because he deserves sexual satisfaction t oo. He gets really sad when we talk about it because he loves me and he tries to convince me that I am enough but I just cant get rid of this feeling.
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Me and my first love have broke up for 2 years but i still love him. Now he has new gf and really happy. Sometimes we talk. I know it’s wrong when i am still waiting for a chance …
I am a straight 16 yo virgin with a boyfriend. I live at home, do school, and p/t work. So I am busy. It's not easy to masturbate, but I do enjoy playing with myself before sleep. I don't think I've had the Big O yet. But my arousals intesifies when I read. Some confessions are so juicy, I return for more. I have thought of kissing my best friend but it's only a fantasy. I read some say it's natural for a girl to kiss a girl once but not in my world. Maybe a kiss would go on to the big O. it makes me really wet, my heart beats up, my thoughts go rampant, and it's so hard to keep quiet, but I must. I am confused as to why I get like this when I am super horny. In a normal state of mind I don't have sexual thoughts of my friend.
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Me and my boyfriend always do sex in their house couch, in their living room. We were 1 month since we decided to have sex, and our first sex is in their living room. I always ride him (I didn't count since we always do it everytime his parents are not home). I got bored and decided to invite him in our house. I was so sneaky and let him in in my room. We decided to try new positions and ended up doing 9 sex positions in total. And he licked me (I'm on top of his face) and after that, we did go to mirror to fuck me while I was seeing my aroused face. He did fuck both my holes, he did me anal. And while we were doing the dog style pos, my cousin called me. I answered the phone while my boyfriend is fucking me (and I moaned a little and I don't think my cousin hear it).
And there was this one time that he was super horny while we were at the mall so he pulled me over the dressing room, I thought it was a quickie but no. It's longer that I expected, he made me naked and fucked both my holes.
One day my boyfriend got horny again, but his parents were home, so we decided to go to their practice room, and he fuck me there. Then there's a kid eyeing on us while my boyfriend is fingering me. Then the other day, we did it in their practice room again, there's a kid come while I was riding him, so I just sat on his lap like nothing is happening, my boyfriend is talking to the kid while he's massaging my boobs and while his dick is still inside me.
Oh and while his parents were not home on this last Thursday, we fucked again and this time we did it in the bed, while we're doing missionary positions, a kid saw us and we didn't mind the kid and instead we did dog style and ballerina sex positions. We're done and the kid ask my boyfriend if what was he doing with her girlfriend and my boyfriend said "nothing". But I'm so nervous and I know the kid saw everything.
Where I went to high school in Idaho I was a solid 7.5 on the hotness scale. I'm not exactly what you would call pretty (nose too big) or skinny (butt too big) or rich. But if you picked 4 girls at random from my class and one of them was me, on average one of the 4 would hotter than me and the other two less hot. So 7.5 exactly :) I'm sort of shy too in a way that leads to social awkwardness, especially around girls that I perceive to be a rung or too above me on the social ladder. And I'm ridiculously shy around especially attractive guys.
These minor personal issues didn't pose a huge problem in the small town where I grew up. The median level of hotness and richness there was, let's say, moderate. So I was fairly comfortable around most people most of the time. Plus I had known a lot of them since I was a little kid, so they tended to see beyond my awkwardness because they were used to me. I wasn't a big party girl or a hot item on the hook-up scene. But I had some good friends and a couple of different passably cool boyfriends during my time in high school. I even had sex a few times. Six times total, to be exact. Always with an official boyfriend, though. My boyfriends, that is, not somebody else's.
When I started my freshman year of college in SoCal, though, the situation was, um, different. It was just a regular state university, but nonetheless it quickly became apparent that I was a chubby hick by comparison to the average girl there. The cool kids table was well out of reach. There were girls running around who were so thin it looked like they might break if they bent over to tie their $300 sneakers. There was a beautiful girl in my dorm who had a big tattoo on her neck and also had a red Ferrari kept off campus in a private garage. She had a valet number she could call and they'd bring it to wherever she happened to be when she was in the mood to drive it. There were so many girls (and some guys) who had had plastic surgery done that sometimes I'd look around a room and imagine I was surrounded by robots or space aliens. OK, so I'm exaggerating a little. (not about Ferrari-girl tho - she's real, :) but the point is I felt like an idiot at first trying to talk to people and make friends. So of course I tried too hard which made it worse.
The first two weeks in the new dorm didn't go super well. The problem was compounded by the fact that everybody but me had a roommate. This made me seem weird to my dorm neighbors. Like maybe I had killed my roommate and eaten her or something. And it also caused me to spend many hours alone in my room for the first time in my life. In Idaho I shared a room with my two younger sisters. I spent years wishing for more alone time, but when it finally came, not so great. True, I was able to rub one out whenever I wanted for that two weeks, but I was too depressed and freaked out to really enjoy it. Ok, I guess it would be more true to say that I enjoyed it quite a lot while I was doing it, but the end result was just me feeling sadder.
On Monday of my third week in Cally my roommate finally showed up. I was hoping somehow that fate would send me a nerdy small town girl to be my bff. So my heart sank a little when Key walked in. She was (probably still is) tiny, beautiful, confident. Her clothes were casual and also amazing. She's half Persian, from Orange County, perfectly golden colored,long straight brown hair, huge green eyes. Standing next to her made me feel like an inferior knock-off brand of human, and I could hear the fear and clumsiness in my own voice from the second I said hello to her. My mind raced looking for a solution that would free me from my paralyzing discomfort. How can I sleep five feet away from this exquisite person? Maybe I could buy a tent and live under the oak tree on the quad, crying in my sleeping bag and mumbling to myself while I flick my bean like a crazy homeless lady?
But Key did save me after all. She had a sort of magical charisma about her that quickly made me feel more at ease. Even when I stuttered or said something stupid she didn't eye-roll or condescend to me like other 18 year old females would have. She treated me like a friend from the start, really listened to me. I believe she genuinely liked me. I was kind of approaching a crisis point before she came but because of her everything suddenly seemed ok. I'll be grateful to her forever for that.
In Idaho the social order was that kids tended to pair off into couples in the last two years of highschool, but in my new home folks didn't mostly seem to be doing the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. So I was surprised to find out that Key actually did have a serious boyfriend, that she was even semi-planning on marrying someday. I wasn't surprised, though, when I saw a picture of him and discovered that he was also incredibly beautiful. 6'3, perfect teeth, perfect everything, not a single blond hair out of place. His perfect dick was not on display in the picture but I knew it was still perfect anyway. How could it not be?
Kyle wasn't around that much because he tended to stay busy indoor rock climbing and outdoor racing mountain bikes. I assumed he was also probably bottle-feeding endangered baby animals and possibly working to cure cancer as well. He was just so beautiful and impressive that I could only imagine him doing things that benefited all mankind. Ok, truth be told I also got pretty good at imagining him fucking me doggy style on a bearskin rug in a very exclusive ski lodge I made up:P
But of course I was terrified of him. The worst thing was that I sort of loved him at first sight, so I was afraid that if I was too nice to him my secret love for him would be revealed. Then I'd be exposed as a pathetic failed boyfriend-stealer and forced to buy that tent. But he was super nice and friendly to me, so being stand-offish just didn't work. Accustomed, I'm sure, to girls melting rather than resisting his charm he never even seemed to notice my obvious fear of him. It still baffles me how certain people can do that - win me over with a smile and make me open up despite my best efforts to the contrary. It's like witchcraft.
So after a month of college I was in a much better headspace. Key and I would talk for hours sometimes about hopes and dreams and whatnot and I gradually began it realize that she was (probably still is) human in most respects despite appearances to the contrary. She missed her dog, she was annoyed and even a little jealous that a friend at another college was flirt-texting Kyle, that kind of stuff. But what happened next totally threw me for a loop.
Key had this annual first of October 5 day family Disney trip coming up. This was something she had been doing with her mom and her grandmother and her aunts since like birth or whatever. Totally obligatory and uncancellable. But she didn't want to leave Kyle alone for five days. He couldn't go because it was a strictly and emphatically girls-only tradition. And to top it off his birthday fell slap in the middle of the trip dates.
Key thought about it and decided that Kyle would almost certainly cheat on her while she was gone, and then she would have to remove him at least temporarily from the boyfriend position on general principles. This would put her semi-plan to marry him in serious jeopardy.
I thought she was wrong about the whole thing. She had no evidence that Kyle ever had cheated on her, or ever would. Plus if he wanted to cheat he'd just do it. Her going to see Mickey Mouse or not didn't really have anything to do with it. It was just a fake problem she had made up for herself. Not what I expected from her. More like the sort of paranoid fantasy that I would dream up to torture myself with.
But when I gave her my opinion she said maybe that was true but why take a chance?
So her first thought was that I should "keep an eye" on Kyle while she was gone. What does that even mean? I asked. Kyle and I get along great but we don't hang out without you. There's no scenario where me "keeping an eye" on him would be anything but obviously weird. She knew I was right, but I could see from the look on her face the wheels were still turning. So I'll tell him he is required to hang out with you while I'm gone she said. And you'll take him to his stupid Sushi place on his birthday. And... She paused for a moment. More wheels turning. You'll love the stupid sushi no matter how gross it is because it's his birthday, and then you'll suck his dick, also because it's his birthday.
This last bit was quite unexpected. Surreal even. It was one of those situations where yes or no were both the wrong answer, and not answering at all would be even worse. So I said ok. But I had a way out, or so I thought. I added "but I'm pretty sure that's not something he wants to happen. So I'll offer but he'll probably say no." I was thinking that I would not offer and he would not ask, and all good. Danger averted.
Maybe you are right she said. At those words I unclenched my butt and relaxed a little. I'm going to call him when he get back down from the mountain and ask him. Re-clench! I opened my mouth to object but the look on her face told me it was time to shut up.
She left and I spent the next three hours in a state of abject panic. If he says no thank you, rejection and major humiliation. If he says yes thank you my fail blowjob skills will ruin his birthday, Key will hate me for not refusing to do it in the first place, major humiliation, move into tent. And plus I had never even tried sushi lol.
Key came back eventually. Ok, it's on. She said nonchalantly. Before I could open my mouth she started thanking me and saying what a great friend I was being and just generally making it absolutely impossible to weasel out gracefully. So I didn't even try.
The birthday was the third night after Key had left, but Kyle came over within an hour after she walked out our door.
It was by far the best sex of my life, and it just kept on happening and happening. I hadn't had sex with another human in like six months at that point, and I definitely hadn't ever had a true athletic pounding like Kyle gave me. Didn't realize that kind of sex was even a real thing, if that makes any sense. That first night he came four times and I came at least seven. I've never been what you'd call highly skilled or experienced in the sex department, but I do orgasm easily and often, so that usually keeps it fun for as long as it lasts. It lasted a lot! Next night same. On the birthday night I ate the sushi successfully by not breathing through my nose too much so as to avoid tasting it. Afterward I sucked his dick a little to warm up and then let him fuck me in the butt. That hurt like hell honestly but I was a good sport about it. I had tried practicing earlier in the day with an object of comparable size and shape to his jojo and that went ok. But I guess it hurts less when you are doing it to yourself vs. someone else doing it to you. It was my first and last time for that activity. He blew his load up my ass, though, so mission accomplished. The part where I had to sit on a towel for a bit with cum dripping out of my butthole waiting for him to wash my shit off his cock in the tiny dorm sink was not super romantic. But overall we had fun.
Key had really only authorized the one blowjob so I was a little worried that there might be issues when she got back. Of course she would hear that Kyle spent the night at our room every night. There are no secrets in a dorm. But when she got back she just winked at me and thanked me and started showing me Disney pics on her phone. Believe it or not we never really talked about the borrowed boyfriend week at all. And if anything she was nicer to me and as good a friend as she'd always been.
If I had to guess why I'd say it's because she felt a little guilty about the whole thing. I mean, she pimped me out! She knew I'd do what she asked because I was grateful for her friendship and still a little bit in awe of her. She also no doubt picked me specifically because I was ultimately no threat. Guys like Kyle fuck girls like me sometimes, but they don't dump their beautiful girlfriend for us, except in sappy romcoms. Those same reasons are why I never felt guilty about banging her guy front back and sideways while I had the chance.
So epilogue: Like another month later Key asked me if I'd be interested in having a three-way with her and Kyle. Not bi much and I have never licked a pussy before. But honestly I'd be willing to try it under the perfect circumstances. Hers would probably taste like fresh picked strawberries or something lol. Her asking made me feel good because I knew it had to be Kyle's idea. Threesomes are always the guy's idea true facts. So I must have done something right that birthday week! But I said no to the threesome. No way I'm gonna be naked in the same room with Key - at least not with a beautiful guy there. That's not a comparison I'm trying to invite lol.
I did spank-bank it, though. Didn't really happen but it could have. And when I wank to the fantasy version I can make myself way less fat and insecure than I would have been doing it for real!
I almost cheated on my boyfriend. I was on an anon chat site and I sent two dirty texts before the guilt and respect for him overcame me and I shut the chat. I feel like garbage and I can’t stop panicking about it and feeling like a shitty person. I didn’t even get to anything sexual in the chat, I just talked about kissing. But I still feel like a filthy cheat. I love my boyfriend, he’s perfect and I will only move forward from here. Never ever again will I get that close to betraying him.
In the 80's at 4 years old I watched my Mom and boyfriend have sex under the covers next to me. My Mom played there while her boyfriend thrusts his dick in and out of her, rocking back and forth on top oh her, rustling the covers on every stroke. They thought I was sleep, but I silently watched in wild satisfaction, smiling to myself, while my young pussy throbbed. Shortly after in pre-K day care I took another 4 year old girl in the bathroom, pulled down both our pants and we grinded our young clits against each other and moaned. At 6 I became sexually active with the girls and boys in my neighborhood, and at 7 it expanded to girls and boys in my church and at one of the recreation centers I went to in the summer. I became almost obsessed with seeing and feeling wet erect penises penitrate my tight pussy gently then, as I grew older, watching them ooze thick cum out of them, and I especially enjoyed sucking the breasts and young clits of my girl friends. I remember inviting one of my school friends to church and over the years sneaking in corners and riding his thick dick, rendering him almost paralyzed until he released his thick cum. At 12 though I started my period, so when he said he was cumming I jumped off and watched in delight. I even grinded clits with one of my distant girl cousins and her cousin. Sometimes in the neighborhood I get caught and lie to my Mom. I went through a period of abstinence in my adult life and I'm not really active now accept for grinding my vibrating wand against my wet pussy when I watch porn or read one of your stories....
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I'm a female (15) and in school certain guys make me wet, it's so annoying because they see me as a friend and talk about wanking and practice fingering techniques on the table and I'm just sat there literally feeling all my juices gush out of me. Once I was sat in assembly in front of half the school and one of them leant forward to look at me in what I can only describe as "eye-fucking" and I couldn't stop jizzing in my panties and when I stood up I noticed that I had left a damp patch on the seat, no one else saw though. Often when I go home I touch myself and fantasise what it would feel like to have sex with one of them, sometimes I even have dreams about them. My best friend understands and is open about it but she only jizzes in her pants for one guy whereas at least 4 guys in my classes can make me wet without even looking at me. Idk what to do because no one else seems to get these spontaneous squirts like I do and it's very annoying.
#masterbation #boys #wet
Dear confession community, I'd like to confess that I don't want to kiss my boyfriend anymore. Not because I don't like him or anything but he's got very bad breath and it's really disgusting to get near his mouth.
I know I should tell him but I just don't want him to get mad or embarrassed. It's something very personal and I don't want to insult him. So I decided just to stop kissing him as long as it takes until he finds out wants going on...
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