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Last night I cheated on my husband with a 23 year old man. I'm 49 and loved every second of it.
We met at a club and went back to his place. We were all over each other before we even got in the door.
The sex was fantastic and he pushed every button in just the right way.
We're keeping in touch.
I (18m) am sexually and romantically attracted to my neighbor (39m). I see him almost every other day and I can’t help the way I feel when I see him, his smile, his beautiful beard and his body I can’t help but feel butterflies. I know that I will never ever be able to get him. But I want him to know how much I love him.
Sometimes people just want to be kissed romantically underneath the night sky full of stars in Paris under the glow of the Eiffel Tower on a beautiful autumn night.
I like women but I'm curious about having my asshole fucked. So I'm thinking of hiring a transsexual prostitute and having a good old moan while a stranger uses my anus to ejaculate into.
I just got broken up with but it isn't a bad thing cause I wanted to break up with them but it still hurts.
When my first dominatrix wife divorced me, I was devastated, and tried very hard to find a replacement.
I dated dozens of women, and discovered that my only hope lay in a much older woman, probably not great-looking.but hopefully VERY determined to take control of a younger male who would do almost anything for her. I found what I needed in the form of a prematurely retired psych nurse from the state asylum for the criminally insane, who finally admitted to me that she had resigned to avoid being fired, for vanishing a younger inmate deep into the bowels of the old, unused section of the asylum, where she could keep him strait-jacketed in a padded isolation cell, for what turned out to be years! She milked him twice a day, lengthily and mercilessly, concentrating on orgasm delay and denial, his screams unheard in the bowels of the old part of the building. I found this so exciting, I asked her to marry me on our first meeting, and told her she could indulge HER addiction freely, while enabling mine!
I have a trust fund, which she now controls, and she keeps me comfortably but inescapably in an ex-army bodybag, of olive-drab rubberized canvas, with two small zippered openings, at crotch and mouth, so she can have access to whatever end of me she wants. She is deliriously happy, and spends hours convincing me that I will never see the light of day again, but will spend the rest of my life pleasuring her, as she tortures me, even to the extent of cruelly rationing my air to mere survival level. I have learned exactly how she needs to be pleasured, and strive always to improve.
Am a 26 yrs old woman and I don't wear anything underneath my skirt or dress because I like flashing my shaved pussy to pervy oldmen. I even allow the to touch me or grope me as long as nobody can see me.
I like to send sorry pictures of myself to people for money. Guys. Girls. It doesn't matter. It makes me feel slutty and gets me money. I take requests too and those have been fun and worth the money. No one in my life knows that I do this.
I’m 27 years old gay guy …
Never been in relationship …
I consider myself a bottom …
But only had sex 3 times …
My crush is aromantic
So I know I can’t have them
But
They aren’t asexual
So it’s hard not to think of them sexually
Again
I know I can’t have them
I know I’ll never be able to have sex or anything with them
But
It kinda hurts
And I feel bad
Because I feel real really bad about wanting to fuck them, but not being able to have a relationship with them
I know they don’t want a relationship, but it feels weird to me
I was walking behind a guy when I noticed 100 bucks falling out of his pocket. Because he ran into me seconds before he lost the money, I took it without saying anything. I am now going to invite my girlfriend to a nice and romantic dinner.
I betrayed my friend under the pretence that I have her best interests in heart but I really want her to suffer.
My stepfather introduced me to the daughter of one of his colleagues, Annie. For a little over a year she and I have gotten closer, in fact our relationship is flawless we get along almost too well. I started following her on social media a year ago as well and her posts are well disturbing to say the least. Black and white photos, mentions of suicide, murder, psychosis, pictures of black roses with morbid poetry, 30 photos of her lips taken close up with black lipstick, pictures from The Shining, Tim button themed eeriness and lyrics from death metal songs. She told me she was goth, in the beginning I tolerated his strange all of this was. It wasn’t my business nor my concern. It got worsened. It suddenly started to pester me quite a bit, that she was romanticizing mental illnesses this much. I never realized when my bitterness took over my love for her. I was talking to a friend about her once when I just called her a creep, later I felt disgusted of myself. Once I reported one of her posts and barely regretted it. Another time, following my own suicide attempt I grew frustrated and asked her what she got out of acting so depressed all the time. Truth me told I was jealous. I was jealous that this seemingly privileged girl could act out however she pleased while I suffered in silence. I was jealous that unlike her I had to act okay. I was jealous that despite all the abuse I’ve put up with throughout my life, I had to smile and be strong, while someone else was allowed to let themselves fall apart in the face of the smallest inconvenience. Today I caved in and told my mother to inform my stepfather, to inform Annie’s parents, that I’m concerned for her wellbeing and am concerned that she is suffering from severe depression and may harm herself (my evidence being her posts). My objective is actually the hope that her actions will be met with consequence. That she’ll stop her dark and annoying posts. That she’ll stop expressing herself so much in that negative sense. I know I’m a horrible person for wanting to hurt my friend in this way. I am a horrible person and I don’t deserve her friendship. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I did it or why it matters. I hate myself and I don’t need or want pity. I can’t help but ask, what is wrong with me? why do I keep hurting people? why do I get satisfaction from it? Why do I feel like a demon.
#goth #emo #demon #depression #snitch #romanticism
Because of my job as a salesman I have to travel a lot so I have to stay in a hotel 60 to 70 days a year. This is very boring and to entertain myself I began replacing the eggs for breakfast with eggs in which the incubation has already started. This sounds very disgusting and it is disgusting of course. But I love the look on people's faces when they see what they wanted to eat.
#eggs #salesman #business #travel #hotel #breakfast #disgusting
I am only able to fulfill my manly act if my girlfriend calls me "the machine".
#machine #manly #act #funny #confession
I had a very ugly girlfriend with a great body. She knew she was ugly and guy stayed away from her. She was used by her boyfriend before me and he let me fuck her several times. He would fist fuck her pussy and her asshole and let guys and other girls watch. When then first got together she was a 14 year old virgin and he was 20 and took advantage of her. He would make her do all kinds of kinky thing, even dogs while taking videos and still pictures. She allowed herself to become a total slave, slut, cum bucket just so she could have a boyfriend. After a couple of years and so much abuse he just got tired of her and dumped her while I was fucking her. He left the apartment (she was 16 and kicked out of her parents house) and told her to get her "shit" and go after I had enough of her used up holes. I took her into my place, she immediately got naked and when asked why she said that her ex always made her strip and be naked in the apartment. So I told her to bend over the kitchen table and buttfucked her.
Her body was incredible, but her pussy and asshole were extremely loose. She'd been fisted in both holes for about 2 years every day. Her ex always told me he made sure she had a fist in each hole for 30 minutes everyday. I was eating her canyon cunt out one day and started playing with her piss hole, she went wild. She had a big clit and loved it being sucked on (most guys wouldn't do it since she'd had so many cocks in her), but this made her totally nuts. After she came three times I fist fucked her cunt and she came twice more, then I used the lube and started inserting cue tips into her piss slit. First one, then rocked it back and forth and again she started going crazy with sensation. Then I inserted 2, 3,4 eventually that first time I had 8 inside her urethra and she was hurting a bit. I left them in for 20 minutes, then slowing stroked them in and out of her. The next day I did it again, and so on for a week. Then I put in 12 and fucked her with them. She started to buck and heave and have an orgasm. Within another 10 days or so I was inserting my middle finger into her piss slit and finger fucking her, even sometimes while my cock was pistoning in and out of that sloppy cunt of hers.
She knew what was coming and was very scared but I shamed her into acceptance by telling her that since I was the one who saved her, I was the one who gave her a place to live, food to eat and money for school everyday she should at least give me the one remaining virginity she had left. I made her confess to how many cocks she'd had inside her, and how many pussies she'd eaten or fucked with her big clit. I wrote them in india ink across her pussy, then the amount insider her ass went across both cheeks. I also wrote them on her tits, so she'd see them everytime she was looking in the mirror. She relented and that night I lubed up like never before, and actually stuck my cock into her piss hole. I was so excited, she was in a bit of pain I could tell, but my cock certainly didn't care. I gave her a minute or two to get used to it and started very slow motion fucking of her tight hole. She was screwing her face in slight pain, but put up with it. "I'm about to cum baby" I said, she encouraged me. "I'm going to be the first guy to cum in your pee hole honey" "do it" she grunted back. I started pumping that pee hole faster and faster and after a minute of fast motion and her started to cry a bit, I shot a huge load up her urethra and only what I could imagine ended up in her kidney somewhere.
It was great. After that I started fucking pisshole anytime I wanted and it was incredible feeling. Knowing I had my own personal sex slave to treat anyway I wanted, and a 4 hole slave at that. She got to where she can take it very well, enjoys it and actually cums faster that when I try to fuck her used up cunt or asshole (yes she cums getting fucked up the ass too).
So I took a 3 hole slut/cunt and turned her into a 4 hole cum bucket.
A friend suggested I try to sell her piss hole for money, and get enough where I could get her pussy sewn tighter and maybe just a bit of dentistry with some plastic surgery and then book her through a high end escort agency. Being a man or woman fucker with 4 holes open would make a lot of money.
She said she would do whatever I wanted when I talked to her about it. Then she came and I shot my load up her pee hole again, rolled over and went to sleep.
I worked in a restaurant. The owners threw a party for a departing employee. The boss lady's mother was there. Everyone had a good time. The next day the boss lady told me her mother raved on and on about me all evening after all the guests were gone. She was an old lady probably early 70s. My boss told me ,"you almost had to go home with my mother last night....." It was said jokingly of course but that night I jacked off because just knowing I made her wet turned me on.
I wish ‘the one’ or the right guy would hurry up and come already. guys never seem interested in me and i feel forever alone even though i am only 21. guys never ever approach me or ask me out. i rarely also get hit on. this further makes me believe that maybe i am meant to be alone for the rest of my life. i am not fat (5'4 and 125 lbs) and i don’t think i am ugly (at least when i have makeup on).
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