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So when I was 12 I was curious so I went on porn hub. And I started watching it and I got horny so I started rubbing my clit just that then I decided to finger myself so I put in one finger and it felt so good. Then I tried 2 but it hurt to much so I tried it more and more until I got it.
I have a crush on Megan Whessels a.k.a The Fanfic Critic on youtube.
I wanna cum on her fat face cause she has a double chin and that was in 2014, I do hope she's gotten even fatter since.
Seriously I would love to smell her armpits after a long hot day.
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It was last Saturday when the weather was ok, I felt so horny, I decided to go in the woods to wank .
I went in little way where no one could see me.
I stood there with my track suit bottoms down, As I started to jurk off, these two young girls, about 11, saw me., I quickly stop and as I about to pull my track suit bottoms up, they came over told me to carry on, as they knew what is about to cum out..
One of them started to wank me while the other one sat with her little panties down and showing what she's got,
I couldn't help but fingering the one that was wanking me...
I'm a male 57 years old..
I could not let them go with out a helping hand
So this confession isn't exactly a confession. But I want to write anonymously about how I've been hurt and how I've had nightmares over this for almost 7 years. And the minor PTSD I have learned to live with. Some may relate or you might think this isn't so bad and some have had it worst. But here it goes. I was 15 years old. I was still just a girl and at JHS where there was this boy who had just become a man. Someone who had changed my entire aspect of life and I wouldn't even realize it yet. This guy, we will call him Mason, was the first guy I tried to be serious with. Now at 15, and as a girl, you think that relationships are supposed to be like fairy tales and rainbows, but this was far from it. The beginning was magical. I was only allowed to go outside my house once a month, because my parents said that is only how many times girls should be allowed out. With Mason, I decided to sneak out and go out more than once a month. I sneaked out quite often at the time, actually. When I thought everything was going great, Mason gave me a cool looking ring. This Gothic-rustic looking ring that he told me his great-great grandmother once worn and it was sweet. And I wore it, of course. It wasn't till a month after sweet-nothings, late road trips around the town, and holding hand-in-hand together that something was the worst thing. He cheated on me with my best friend.
Now I say this was the worst thing, but being 15 and having nothing harm you or hurt you, being completely over protected from the world, this did seem like the worst thing. But what you are about to read isn't something I recommend for you to read. If you want to stay cheery and read all of the funny confessions, then just scroll on. Just don't read the rest. It's okay to not read on. After all, no one cared to hear me out for 7 years.
I screamed at him. I was furious. I had never felt such a feeling before. I was angry, I wanted to strangle him, I wanted to cry, and I wanted to run. I even yelled at her, my own friend. How could someone betray someone so terribly? But later on I found out that this had been going on for a few weeks and it wasn't just her; there were 4 other girls at this high school he had been cheating on and I wasn't even the original girlfriend.
He said that if I had sex with him, he would break it off with her and all of his other girlfriends. I was a virgin, I was emotional, I thought "If this will make the pain away, then sure." And so I agreed. In the backyard of my parent's house while my family was gone. It was painful and raw. It burned from the friction and there was no enjoyment out of it. I hated myself in the middle of this and I hated myself for too long after this.
Out of no where, I heard my mom's car pull into the drive way. I freaked out and told Mason that he has to leave. But with the garage right next to the exit of the back yard, there was no way to make a quiet escape. So we tried to stay quiet and hide against the wall, but then my mother caught us red handed. She wasn't yelling, though, she was surprisingly calm about it and seemed to not really care. But she said she was going to call my father, and that was probably why. She told Mason to get out asap and so he did.
It wasn't till I saw my father that I knew what true fear could be.
Let me stop for a second. This might have seem like a story where the boyfriend cheating on me would have also been the guy who physically or mentally abused me. But Mason looks like a super hero for what happened later was much more terrifying.
He was in the dark. Just standing there silent with his chest puffed like he was ready to strangle someone. He asked what had happened in such a dark voice that the hairs on the back of my neck immediately stood. I explained that I had sex with Mason. And I don't remember much what happened after that night. It's still very blurry. I remember screaming and running from my dad. I remember him pushing me and grabbing his belt to be used more than for spankings. I remember my mom..
My mom. I remember that she saved me from that one incident. She said "It's just sex, what's the big deal? You lost your virginity at 12." And I hadn't even realized that it was over my losing my virginity.
Somehow she managed to calm him down, but they took my phone away and said I was grounded for 3 months or until further notice (meaning it could last longer).
The groundings I had were awful. They weren't little kid groundings or spoiled kid groundings where they kept their games and computers. Nah, I wasn't allowed to talk to friends, my computer was taken, my television was taken, my books were taken. I was just given a bed and if my parents were in a good mood, I would be allowed to join them for food. Otherwise, I would eat alone. I was allowed to only read the Bible, (and let's be honest, that's not the most entertaining book to read) and I did my homework. Most of the time I just read math books or science books just to switch it up. My brother got amazing groundings.. He kept his TV, his phone, his XBox... His groundings were just him in his room...
I digress.. Anyways. So I stopped talking to Mason since he didn't keep his promise (go figure) and tried to move on. I showed up to school without my school ID, and at JHS, that's immediate detention. So I had to have detention right after school ended. I didn't want my parents to worry about picking me up since my mom was out of state for work and my father was at work, so I asked some friends for a ride (I also had no way of contacting my parents since I didn't have a phone still). Everyone I knew said that their parent's weren't picking them up until 6 pm and it was 3:30 pm, so it looked like I was walking home. I didn't live too far. Just a couple of miles, it would take me like an hour or two worth of walking, so it would have been fine. I start heading out and out of no where, my father pulled up to me and screaming at me. He said that I was trying to catch a ride with Mason to take me home. I was sort of stunned, because I hadn't even talked to Mason in about a week, and I was trying to figure out how this assumption was just made.
He whipped out my phone and showed me a text directly from Mason saying "Hey, I heard you needed a ride home. If you want, I can give you a ride."
I didn't have my phone on me so it wasn't as if I could have known about this text and Mason wasn't anywhere near me where my father found me, so there was no need to freak out. But he screamed at me to get in the car, and as a good little daughter, I did.
And I sure wish I didn't... Maybe I wouldn't have so many nightmares and paranoid thoughts...
He was driving so fast. It was only 65 MPH on the highways but it felt much faster. Maybe it was all the screaming and questions he was asking me.
Father said, "Why did you ask Mason for a ride?!"
"I didn't! I asked some other friends, I didn't even see Mason there!" I exclaimed.
"LIAR!" He yelled. Slamming his fist on the steering wheel, "Why lie?! I already caught you! Just admit it! JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH!"
But I had. I didn't know how else to get him to believe me. I just kept telling him the truth over and over and over again but it wasn't the right answer.
We got home. I was even more scared now the car ride ended. He got out of the car, ran over to my door before I could even get out, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car.
This wasn't my father. This wasn't the same guy that helped me scratch off "owies" or the same guy that taught me to ride a bike. I had no idea who this guy was. His eyes.. They were so cold and dead. They were so evil.
My arm. It hurt so bad. I got a bruise from how hard he grabbed me. He shoved me into the house and started yelling "TELL ME THE TRUTH! TELL ME THE TRUTH!" over and over again. I told him the full story and it wasn't enough. He somehow couldn't believe it. I was somehow lying and that my honesty was not real.
He got quiet. He looked over and saw a full load of laundry in the laundry basket all neatly folded and slightly over-spilling. And I was so curious as of why he was eyeballing it so often.. He grabbed the full loaded basket and threw it at me like pitching a baseball.
Now you may think "oh, just a laundry basket?" But this laundry basket weighed a good 10 pounds (easily more). And if something being thrown at you going at such a speed, it can feel harder than what it actually is.
For example, a baseball on average weighs about 5.25 oz, and the average potato weighs 5.3 oz and a large potato can weigh 8 oz. My father took a large potato and threw it at my mother's shoulder like a baseball... It dislocated her shoulder from how close he was to her and how fast he threw it.. She was left with a huge bruise for so weeks.
With someone that can throw that hard, I don't feel too embarrassed by saying that I got a big bruise from a full loaded laundry basket.
I fell. I tried to gather myself up, but he knocked me back on the ground anyways. He stood over my legs so I knew not to try to get back up and I watched him take his belt off. He doesn't just use his belt for spankings...
He started yelling at me again to tell him the truth, and I gave him the same answer, 'cause I couldn't think of a lie on the spot, and it wasn't the right answer.
Why could it not be the right answer? It was the truth! He wanted the truth! I gave it to him! I told him! I yelled it to him! I screamed and yelled the truth! And it was NEVER the right answer!
It gave me a flashback from when I was a little girl, only 4 years old, and my parents said that "as long as you tell us the truth, you will never be in trouble." And it was that exact flash back that made me feel.. It made me give up.
I screamed. I cried. He hit my leg! MY LEG! My left leg was more blue than my actual skin color. I hadn't seen such a big bruise in my life.
"WHY? WHY ARE YOU HITTING MY LEG?" I screamed. He just kept hitting me.
I screamed more and more and he said "Because you lied!"
"But I didn't!" I started sobbing and screaming "I didn't!" and he was about to hit me again and I yelled "I WANT MOM!"
And he stopped. For just a second I could breathe. I was allowed to breathe for just.. a second... I was thinking 'maybe I can call mom! She'll save me! She won't let him kill me!'
It was quiet for too long. One second too long.
And he finally spoke "Oh, Sara.. Your mother isn't here to save you this time! I am so tired of you getting away with so much bull sh** and when I try to punish you it's always your mom that saves you! Oh but not this time, Sara dear! You're finally getting what you deserve!"
My hope was shattered..
And he went at it again.. It continued for way too long.. I still have nightmares about this night. I remember exactly what he was wearing... How his hair looked. Which direction I was thrown. I can point out the exact location from the high school where he picked me up.
He was wearing dark brown shoes. The same ones he wore to work everyday cause they look nice with every outfit he wore. His shirt was a polo striped shirt. Brown and tan stripes.. And Khakis... And that belt.
I worked at night shifts Wal-Mart one summer to stalk the shelves and I couldn't stalk the men's department. Specifically the belts. When I touched one, I cried. I didn't even realize I was crying. It was just the touch of it..
The dark brown belt. It was so smooth. It had a nice brass buckle on it that looked nice but didn't feel nice when it hit you, too.
My brother arrived from school.. I screamed to him "CALL THE POLICE! CALL THE POLICE! DAD IS TRYING TO KILL ME!"
But my brother was just as scared of him as I was. My brother just went into his room and hid. He was only 12, but I hated him for it for a long time..
My father had convinced him to stay out of it and when my father decided to catch his breath, I decided to try to make my escape. I wasn't sure where yet, but I had to at least get out of his reach. The door to the outside was too close, that he would easily stop me. I ran to the bathroom, to try to lock the door. It was far enough that maybe he wouldn't reach me in time for me to lock the door.
He turned his back. That was my chance! I got up and ran right into the bathroom before he did!
My hands were so shaky and my legs were so beaten on that I could hardly run as fast as I normally could.
I didn't close the door fast enough. I tried to just use my body as a weight to keeping the door closed but he was three times my size and weight. It didn't matter. He got inside the bathroom and told me to go to my room.
I ran inside my room and tried to close the door but he came in anyways.. And it happened again. He took his belt and hit my arms, my legs, my side. He hit my face. He was physically on top of me so I couldn't run away this time.
When fight or flight comes to play, and you aren't allowed to flight, you have no other option but to instinctively fight back. I never wanted to hurt my father. I used to cry when a cute butterfly died or if I accidentally hurt a frog. I never wanted to hurt anyone. But I didn't have control of myself at this point. I was just screaming and crying and I used what I had - my nails.
I clawed at my dad so often that I drew blood on him. I scratched his face, his arms, anywhere I could in hopes that it would get him off me so I could run away.
And after so many hours of being hit.. It finally happened. He got off of me and stopped hitting me. I waited to hear a sink running and I ran out the front door. I still had my shoes on and I didn't have a phone but I ran anyways.
The neighborhood was pretty open, there weren't many places to hide, but as long as I was in a public place, he wouldn't touch me. He would put on his "I am the fun sporty coach of a dad!" act. He found me not so long of me running. I was so exhausted from being hit in the legs, my legs were already throbbing without me needing to try to run on them. He asked me where I was going and I told him my friend's house.
Instead, I went to the closest restaurant and asked for their phone. I called Mason (I know, it wasn't a good idea, but he was the only one with a car that I knew) and asked him to take me to the police station, cause my father had seriously bruised me everywhere.
When I got there, I filed a report. I called my mom and told her everything and my first thought was "Finally! My mom! She can save me! She'll listen to me and we can make dad go away forever!"
She called my aunt and uncle to have them pick me up and then my father showed up at the police station to write out his side of the story.
He had quite the advantage. The odds that adults are going to listen to a 15 year old *girl*. I didn't realize it then, but the odds were stacked quite against me.
He lied to police. He told them that I was just a delusional 15 year old girl with teenage girl hormones that made me over exaggerate what was happening. The police and every adult ever bought his story. I showed the police my bruises and they asked him to explain it.. He said that "Well she was just disobeying and I had to discipline her, but she wouldn't stay still." And all my chances of being free from this wicked man were gone... He was a snake.. He had everyone around his finger. He called my mom and told her the same lie, so my mom stopped believing anything I said. He even added "Since she is so delusional, maybe we should take her to Laureate." Laureate is the psych ward in town. He had managed to take everything I said that was true about him and twist it into what made him look like the good guy and made me sound like an over dramatic teenager.
For years my mother looked at me like I was "not all there" and my brother decided to add onto my father's lie, because he was so scared of him, himself.
Two years after the incident, my parents got a divorce. My mom caught my father cheating on her.
My whole family still looking at me funny and still not talking to me.
For 4 years my mother didn't believe a single small thing I would even say, even after the divorce and her catching all of his lies. No one believed my warnings for four years.
Until it happened again.
My brother... I would never wish that kind of abuse on anyone.
After four long years of being silenced, of being treated like I was insane, of being treated like I was less than a person. For FOUR YEARS of not talking to anyone because my father told my friends at school and the school principle and anyone I ever knew.
For four years.. I can't even count how many times I got close to suicide over this. But I was too scared to actually do it myself. I tried to put myself in dangerous situations so maybe someone else would have done it for me. Maybe someone would be drunk and drive into me. Maybe I would fall asleep at the wheel. Nothing worked though. I stopped trying when I got to college.. I was safe there.. I think that's all I wanted..
For four years... My brother still was too scared to tell anyone what happened to me...
Four years after the incident, it happened again.. Almost the same exact word-for-word story I told my mom...
I got a phone call while I was in my dorm watching some tv and my mom told me the most great and horrendous news. "Sara, I.. I am so sorry. I should have listened to you all those years ago." I immediately sat up, wondering if she meant... "You were right. What happened to you, I should have listened. I am so sorry. I had no idea that your father actually did that to you, and I am so sorry that I didn't listen to you."
I immediately cried. I couldn't help it. Having your own mother think you are insane or like there is something wrong with you hurts so much... And it was like a weight was lifted off that I started sobbing. My next thought was, 'wait... why is she believing me now out of all these years?' so I asked "Wait, what happened? Why do you believe me now?"
I was hoping for more of a "Your father confessed" kind of thing, but I suppose that was hopeful.
"Sara.. I am so sorry. But your brother.. he was just beaten by your father and what he told me is almost exactly what had happened to you..."
I sank. I cried even more. My brother?! I had refused to see my father after the divorce, and still refuse, but maybe if I had gone to see him. Maybe if I kept him in my life it wouldn't have been my brother. I would much rather it be me.
My father stalked me, tested me, hit me, and did everything to keep me always on my toes.. I still get nightmares till this day and when I am having a normal day, I swear I can see him watching me. It's like I see his actual physical self right there, but when I look again he isn't there. I hate that my brother had those nightmares to share and he feels paranoid still that father is around somewhere..
I feel like I see him so often. On a bus.. In the car in front of me, in the truck behind me.
When I see his name, I immediately think back to the incident..
I can hardly live like this... I am about to graduate from college with a BSCS and I am still scared.. He facebook messaged me asking to go to my graduation, but I can't. I can't do it. People think I am being some selfish child that won't see her father, but I can't. I can't do it, and for my own mental health, I refuse..
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My wife keeps me locked up in a heavy rubberized fabric hazmat suit, with built in socks and mitts. The built-in hood is connected to a gasmask, allowing me vision at times, so I can do housework and repairs, remodeling stuff, etc. The central filter has been replaced with a half-inch valve, and the open/close lever removed, so that the only way it can be opened or closed, or partially either, is with an Allen key. Thus she can ration my air supply, and once set, without the key, I can't make any adjustment. She's not interested in sex, other than her own self-pleasuring, and I'm restricted to whatever I can achieve through the thin but immensely strong material that encloses me 23 hours a day. The other hour, I eat, shower, and use the toilet, before being reconfined. We love each other, and are happy to do whatever the other wants, within certain parameters. I am glad that I will spend the rest of my life like this, serving her from my rubber prison. Shocking? There are worse things out there, believe me!
It was 1st Jan 2021 i was partying with my friends in a pub and just ended up making out with a random guy whom I had met 10mins ago like wtf😩
Bt tbh the fuck was good enough😂
I am home alone all weekend what should I do??? Sexual and Non sexual ideas please.
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My (still) wife and I are about the be divorced. We separated a year ago and are living in different apartments and stuff. It's not long until we are finally officially divorced.
3 weeks ago, I went out with a buddy of mine. We went to a bar for some drinks. I met (almost ex) my sister in law there. She is a beautiful, young and confident woman. We started talking, danced, drank some beers and eventually ended up at my place.
I am not sure if what we did is right. We are dating now. On the one hand, it is ok because me and my wife are not together anymore and about to be divorced. On the other hand, she is my sister in law, so that's a big no no....
#sil #sisterinlaw #wife #divorce #divorced #sex #relationship #dating #bar #drinking #alcohol
I am not sure how to go about this. I have seen patterns of events everywhere I have been. Since past few years friends and colleagues have asked me questions (although in a very calm manner) about many personal and not so personal things of which I have no idea about. Later I have ended up something bad happening to me about the thing I talked to them about. Very bad politics in office. I read on the internet that it is a part of gangstalking. I don't know if that is a reality.
I play the clarinet and this one guy in my grade plays it too and he is so hot and sometimes when I practice clarinet at home I imagine him fucking me while I play Let It Snow! Oh, and I'm almost 15.
I'm 21 and my boyfriend is 24. My boyfriend is a very attractive guy and many girls want to be with him. Well my friend Courtney had mentioned drunk one time that she really wants to see his cock. I kinda liked the idea of another girl looking at my boyfriends cock. I told her that she could see it that night when we got home from the party. Her eyes lit up and she got super excited! This made me really horny knowing she wants my boyfriend but can't have him. We got back to his apartment and she whispered when she could see it. My boyfriend had no idea that I said that she could look at his cock. He was kinda drunk so we sat him on a chair and pulled his pants down. His cock fell out and she awed and grabbed it in her hand instantly. He started getting hard as she gripped his cock and started jerking him off. I asked her what the hell she was doing and she begged for me to let her jerk him off she begged and begged for it. My boyfriend seemed to like it so I said that it was ok. She screamed thank you and grabbed his cock firmly and jerked him off as he moaned for her to go faster. Then I took out his pocket pussy and told her to fuck his cock with it. She spit on his cock to lube it up and even tried to sneak that she sucked his cock for a second. His cock was throbbing and he was moaning her name and it made her so horny. Then he exploded all inside his pocket pussy and she slid it off and then sucked his cock clean. I have to say that it was super hot and has happened a few times since!
when I was 14 I started fucking a 54 year old neighbor. We've been fucking for about 8 years, I finally around 17 got a girlfriend but still fucked the old lady down the street. I'm on the 5th steady girlfriend, and about the 25th girl I'd fucked and I'm still fucking the now 62 year old. She lets me do anything I want to her, and at the same time taught me how to please a woman, so my girlfriends have always been very satisfied sexually. The thing is she used to leave the bathroom door open and usually smoked while doing her business, both kinds of business. I started liking the smell, both of the cigarette and urine and even the other. Seeing her naked on the toilet was a real turnon for some reason.
I got to where I let her watch me, then she would lay out some plastic on the bathroom floor, later the living floor, and she'd get over me, and start going pee and poo on my belly, or I on hers. Then she'd take me in her pussy or her ass and lay on me with it all spreading on us both and I'd fuck her until I came. Sometimes she sits on my cock and smokes a cigarette with the poo and pee on us both. For some reason I found this kind of play very arousing and I still like it. I can't bring myself to ask my girlfriends to smoke while blowing me, much less fucking me, or to let me even watch them on the toilet much less do what she does to me. I'm 22 and hopelessly lost in a fetish and don't know how to even admit it to a girl, much less find one that is also into this type of play. I totally understand that most people are super super super turned off by this, but . . . I'm lost.
I'd love to run away and start a new life somewhere. Just to get some attention probably. I am starving for attention right now. I feel so bad, but no one notices. I love thinking about where I would go and what I would do and how everyone would react once they notice that I am gone.
People always tell “don’t smoke you’ll get addicted!!” And I’ve been smoking since I was 9. I’ve never been addicted, it’s been years since my first blunt of weed/my first puff of a vape. Like it’s just not addicting to me and addiction runs in my family. Y’all really are just the weakest links if you get addicted to weed or vapes. I can literally stop smoking whenever I want I’ve stopped before and I can do it again.
When I was 11 - 12 me an my best mate Tim used to have masturbation contests. I had hair on my dick and he didn't. My cock was also thick and a good two inches longer than his. We used to see who could spurt the furthest or give the biggest load. The loser had to suck all the jizz up. One time we tried to beat each other at wanking - to see how many we could manage in an hour. We both managed four. We got his younger sister Jenny to watch us once and she spent the whole time laughing. She was happy to help me jerk off but wouldn't touch her brother's cock. We went to different schools after that and I've never done anything like it again.
#sex #young #gay #masturbation #wanking
As a young kid I always sucked the thumb. Even in preschool and later in elementary school, I had to suck my thumb to fall asleep. Because I was afraid the other kids could find out about that, I decided to stop. But it was really hard, I often woke up in the morning with my thumb in my mouth.
I then had, what I thought, was a brilliant idea. My grandma loves to knit, so there's wool everywhere in the house. I tied myself to the bed to avoid thumb sucking.
Since then, I'm kind of into this bondage and tie up thing.
I grew up in Near Macon, Georgia and was raised by my oldest sister who is 17 years older than me. The problem was her husband Larry but my sister was also at fault because she allowed it to happen up until I was 15 and moved to my aunt Sharon's house. It wasn't like I was sexually abused because the only time Larry actually touched me was about 10 or 12 times he spanked me over those years always on my bare bottom.. The abuse was mainly he never let me have privacy and purposely disabled locks on the bathroom door and my bedroom door. when I was around 7 to 10 it didn't bother me much but once I started getting older he would always find ways of seeing me naked a few times a week. Another thing I consider as abuse was the fact that he also exposed himself to me and I can't count how many times I saw him naked over those years. That happened even when my sister was home but all the times I saw him with an erection my sister was always out or at work. I hated it when my sister worked the 3 to 11 shift because he would always come in the bathroom while I was in the shower. Finally when I was 15 I told my aunt when she visited one time and although Larry denied it all my aunt believed me and had me move in with her.
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