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When I turn 18, I'm very curious girl. I have curious about girls, women, lady and not for a men for sure.
I like the relationship I am in. It will be 3 years when the semester ends; the longest one I've ever had. The issue is I don't think I'm in love with him and I don't see me completely falling for him for superficial reasons, but I want to make it work. I feel troubled and shitty.
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My mother's cousin is a terrible woman. She's one of those who go through the house and turns up her nose about every little thing out of place and every little speck of dust. I don't like her. When I was 9 years old, I spit in her soup once. Now I am a bit sorry for that.
I started dating this really skinny girl in a city I was working in for 6 months. She was skinny, with short black hair, a nice looking face, somewhat of a tomboy I thought. She was living in the city full time as opposed to me. After about 4 dates she finally admitted she wanted to have sex but had no boobs whatsoever, and knew most guys were really into big boobs. She also said that since she was young, and even before she ever had sex, she'd had guys and girls tease her constantly. Some guys wouldn't even go ahead and have sex with her because she had a totally flat chest. She also said she was a little kinky about sex and liked normal things, but only if she could have it lead to some other stuff she really liked. I told her I was very amenable to trying new things and simply would say if I didn't like it. She then asked me about her lack of chest and I told her that I didn't think it would be a problem. She told me to stop where we were going, to order in some pizza and go back to my apartment.
She made me order, then had me strip, and went to the bathroom and came out totally naked. She did indeed look like a boy. Small frame, no hips, very little take-in at her waist, nice roundish little butt though, and this big patch of very thick hair on her pussy. I didn't say anything, just pulled her over to the bed and she asked me not to mess with her nipples as it made her feel bad. So I kissed her, and she reluctantly kissed me back, I reached to feel her pussy and found a 2" clit that looked just like a small uncut penis. As I rubbed her it grew to three inches. I'd never encountered that before and I loved it. I finger fucked her and she had me roll over on my belly and got on top of me and ground her clit into my ass crack. She started kissing me in earnest, as I craned my neck to her lips while she was lying on top of my backside pumping for all she was worth. She was bucking back and forth and I told her to stop a second and reached back, spread my legs and my buttcheeks and told her to put it in my butt. She used her pussy juice as lube and got her clit about 2 inches up my hole. She fucked me like crazy and even came twice. The doorbell rang and she jumps up I thought to go to the bathroom and hide, but instead she put on one of my tee shirts and a pair of my underwear, my tennis shoes and answered the door. She looked just like a guy.
She came back, got pulled off the underwear and said "I guess you should have a turn before we eat" and let me fuck her pussy in missionary position, again her kisses were very shallow. We ate with her wearing the tee and my underwear and me wearing nothing. When we went back to the bedroom she kept on the underwear and shirt, and had me kneel on the floor while she stood up with her clit in my mouth, sticking out of that super thick black pussy hair. She came again, and then she did the same to me. I loved it she sucked really good. Then she bent over with her arms on the bed, standing next to it, pulled down the boys underwear just below her ass and inserted my cock into her ass. She and I both loved it. It was my first time fucking an ass.
So after a few weeks she now dresses 90% of the time as a boy, and we spend equal amounts of time getting buttfucked. She likes to keep on boy clothes and be a "gay guy" and get buttfucked. Even when I fuck her pussy it's mostly from behind. She fucks my ass too.
I started dating a girl, and ended up in a gay relationship with her. . . him.
But I still like it. It's not normal that's for sure. I don't know what I'm going to do when I have to leave. I really like this situation
What could be worse than losing the love of your life?
I can tell you: Losing not only the love of your life but also all of your money, even your car.
But it's not what you think. I didn't get hurt. I was the once causing it.
I tricked a woman into thinking I was in love with her. She believed it. It was a turbulent romance with a lot of sex, many drugs and fightings.
I slept at her place because I don't have an own apartment and she even paid some of my bills!
She loved me, no she ADORED me, I can feel it. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? But she was such a pain in the ass, she always wanted to cuddle and go to a nice restaurant and do couple stuff I guess. It was terrible!
So I dumped her.
Took her checkbook and her car when she was at work and drove off.
She hasn't heard from me since and she won't... ever.
I don't regret anything.
I don't like gay people. Why are they always treating like fully humans? I don't get it.
After a long and exhausting day at college, I drove home by bus. After 10 minutes or so, an elderly woman with a cane entered the bus and immediately stormed towards me. She started screaming and shouting at me why I didn't leave my seat for her. This harsh tone and this arrogant implicitness without a trace of politness got me furious. I told her that I had a knee joint and that I wasn't able to stand during the bus drive.
She kept shouting at me and said something like we youngsters are too soft and whiny.
I despise such people. It's a shame that we have such people in our society.
#hate #bus #college #whiny #knee #lie #woman #cane #confession
I haven't told anyone about this and I really feel the need to get it out. I was at my local strip bar, taking a piss in the urinal. I had had a few beers so was a little buzzed. I glanced over sideways and saw a black older guy, like maybe 50, taking a piss too. I'm 34 years old. I recognized this guy as someone who just had a lap dance. Apparently he was still somewhat hard because I noticed he still had a what I suspected was a partial boner. This guy was honestly hung like a horse. I couldn't stop looking. I've never ever had a gay experience but this was weird. He caught me looking and just smiled. He then said, it's ok people stare at my cock in the bathroom all the time. I kind of nervously laughed and said I didn't mean to. He again said its ok, it's a big cock. He then invited me into the bathroom stall to jerk off, as he said we were both probably horny. I said it's ok but he said he's not gay either and opened the stall door and motioned me in. He said come inside, so I did. He pulled out his huge dick and started jerking it. He told me to pull out mine but I said I didn't want to. He then put my hand on his cock. I froze and couldn't pull it away. The bathroom stall was disgusting and I wanted to leave. I thought we'd get caught too. I kept my hand on his cock and then he started moving it for me and I started jerking his cock. I started getting really turned on, probably because of the beer. He then put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me slowly to my knees. He then put his hand on my head and guided his cock into my mouth with the other hand. Well it didn't take long for him to cum and he had a very heavy load. It surprised me at first and after a couple of shots in my mouth I pulled his cock out but he kept cumming on my face and clothes. After he was done, he put his cock back in his pants, apologized for cumming in my mouth, he said it was an accident. He then left the club.
I don't know how to feel about this but I needed to tell someone, which is why I came on here. I feel used and gross and I'm not gay but I felt excited for that moment.
I've seen this guy three more times at the same club. He always waits until I go to the bathroom and then follows me in. I've done the same thing to him on each occasion. I feel used and excited at the same time. I'm very confused on this.
My first time having sex was with a woman much older, I was early teens. She was married and her husband watched her with other guys. He set up many gangbangs for her usually all men their age (mid 30's). They let me come in at the end of one of her gangbangs, in a motel room, after everyone had left and it was just the two of them, I guess because of my being underaged. She hadn't cleaned up at all as he liked her to get all messy during and didn't even permit her 1 clean up during her gangbangs. She was lying there on the bed with a pool of cum beneath her ass and pussy. She had a very hairy pussy and much of it was matted with cum too, cum splashed on her belly, her face, her tits. Her legs were open, I sucked her C cup tits and make her nipples perk up. He told me I didn't have to be nice because she was a whore and you just piled on and fucked whores. Then I got between her legs, and stuck my cock into her loose cunt and felt the pool of cum on the bed on my balls. I fucked her loose, cum filled cunt and added mine to the mix. He made her stay there while I recouped, even made her suck me and I got hard again, and once again filled her with my sperm. While I was doing that she sucked her husband and he came in her mouth. She kissed me while I was fucking her and squeezing her boobs, and I could taste his cum as she pushed some into my mouth with her tongue. It was not only my first fuck, she was also my first kiss, with her husbands cum in her mouth.
He said I could come by there house and fuck her sometime there, without all the gangbang mess. I can't wait.
“Gay”, the definition itself means to be happy. I have lately come to love being a gay man. It's just so emotionally and physically pleasing to be able to connect so well with another man, something well beyond just a friendship, its heaven itself.
I think in the beginning it was just a phase, just experimenting. Then I thought about it more often and when I couldn’t get it out of my head, the pleasure, the acceptance, the want, I knew I was gay.
For me, it wasn’t just the sexual joy ride, it was something else, something deep in my soul that I felt, that I couldn’t do with out and that’s what had scared me.
See, I’m not looking for a single LTR., I enjoy multiple partners. I am what other gay men refer to as a bottom, not just a bottom but also a totally submissive bottom. I love men who take control, who know what they want when it comes to homosexual interactions inside and outside the bedroom.
Most people could never tell I was gay, but it seems other gay men, especially my type of gay man know instantly what I am. I guess I should describe the type of man that gets me wet.
He is my age or older (someone born 1962 or earlier), he is Caucasian, he’s Gay or Bi, he is the same height or taller (6’), he’s mature in every way, he’s between 250 to 300 pounds and has at least a 6 inch cock hard. He’s a top or dom looking for a fuck buddy that he likes to share with his gay friends. He’s into photography/videography and will record every encounter. My prefect man would be all these things and will ensure that everyone knows I am gay and that I love pleasing men.
This is who I really am, its not that I just love cock, it’s that I am in love with cock, it has the ability to rule my life and it calls me 24/7, being gay is not a problem for me I like the sound of it. It’s the knowing I am a gay slut and that I want to get ganged daily and that is a hard task to accomplish and stay employed.
I am a pyromaniac since I was little. I had fun with fire from the cradle especially lightening fire had always fascinated me. I enjoyed lighting bigger things like hay bale or wodden boards. I thought it was great fun.
But one day it got a bit out of hand. You have to know that I live in the countryside and we had a farm with a big barn in the back. I used to light the hay bales or something like that behind that barn but I had been very careless one evening, so the barn caught fire.
I was so terrified that I ran away. Luckily, we hadn't had any animals in the barn to that time, so only the barn was destroyed. My parents doesn't know until know that it was my fault that our barn burnt to the ground.
It was a really big thing back then, with the police investigating and the insurance that didn't want to pay for the damage. Now I am glad that it's all over and I hope that no one will find out about it.
One time me and my friends were at the mall and I spit my gum in this old mans hair. So I just took off running and laughing... I felt terrible!
Male, 29.
Because I recently changed my mobile phone number, I get some strange texts from strangers who think I am a lady called "Nancy" and they are all offering me help. They want to give me money, or buy me things or invite me for dinner. But those people are not just men, even women write to this number.
I don't get it. At first, I didn't answer but now, I reply. One of those nice gentlemen even transferred money to a bank account of mine. Thank you dear Mr. Ben because of your friendly donation of 5 000 dollars, I am able to buy me a new car!
I don't understand why they all have my number, but now I appreciate it and won't stop.
Everytime my aunt invites me to her best friends house I always end up hooking up with her friend. Actually anywhere we meet for a get together we hook up. My aunt and her friend are 10 years older than me and used to watch me when I was a baby. I'm 32 now. We first hooked up when I was about 22. Her husband was on his way out since they had a fight. I suggested some.drinks and so we did. Next thing I know we're kissing upstairs in one of the rooms. We're both touching eachother. I turn her around too start having sex and she says no because she loves her family and it's wrong. I say okay that's fair. We continue to make out but no sex. Few weeks later I'm at their house and she wants to show me the new backyard and mini horse. We get to the barn are and she kisses me passionately. We kiss for a few before having too stop as others are walking out. All night we play it risky by flirting and touching when no one is looking. Almost getting caught a few times. Eventually most leave and it's me her and her husband and his friend. The 2 guys are so involved in their debate and show about wrestling moves that we sneak off to a room and immediately start kissing again. Kissing and touching. This time she gives me a blowjob and I don't the same for her. We kept the door unlocked. The risk is fun. I eventually got to where I could see if putting my self in her would be okay. She was hesitant but I pushed in and she stared at me. We had sex for a minute or so and she stopped me saying she can't cum since she's loud when she does. We stopped. After that we met up quite a few times. Her husband and 2 kids went camping for a long weekend and I stayed there with her doing everything you can imagine. We talked about fantasy's. I mentioned one of mine being that I always wanted to find out my aunt wanted me and that we would eventually have a secret sexual relationship. She was surprised but interested. So now I'm hoping one day my aunt can slip on somehow. Doubtful but I came close once. That's all.
I was born in Nepal and in 1984 I was sent to Kathmandu to work in a factory, I was 12 years old. My brother went to school in Nepal but I was sent to work making money for family. Somehow one of the owners of the factory became my guardian along with another girl named Ruchita who was 11. The man who was our guardian began abusing us right away, his name was Ranjan. The first time he took us to his house he made both Ruchita and myself strip naked and bathe while he stood watching us, it was one of the most humiliating days of my young life. It was a small house and Ranjan's bedroom was across from the one Ruchita and I shared with only a curtain covering the doorway. Some days we were forced to stay naked and by the time the first week passed we had also seen Ranjan naked many times. If he became angry with either of us he would spank us with a switch always having us naked. Then he began making Ruchita or me go into his room at night where he taught us how to masturbate him. It soon led to him forcing us to give him oral sex with the threat of a beating if we didn't comply with his wishes. As this was going on he also touched us in our privates and over time began penetrating us vaginally and anally. By the time I was 13 I was no longer a virgin and Ruchita and I were taking turns sleeping with Ranjan a few nights a week. By that time both of us girls were dominated by him so badly that we just obeyed him since the the older we got the more severe the beatings became. I was 14 the first time Ranjan brought another man to the house and he was from England. I never considered it but today am convinced that man and two other men were paying Ranjan to have sex with Ruchita and me. It seemed like once a week one of those men came at night and I was ordered to have sex with them any way they wanted. There was one of them in particular who was extremely cruel forcing us to submit to rough sex and there were times when he would have both of us at the same time. There was no one to complain to because girls had no rights and no way to escape the situation. I was abused and beaten up until I was almost 20 years old. A man I knew from the factory helped me get to an agency that helped women. I tried to get Ruchita to come with me but she was to afraid fearing how we would be punished if Ranjan found out. I hid and moved around for almost a year before I was able to get into the US and became a legal citizen 10 years ago. Even today girls are being abused in Nepal and no one seems to care. Most girls and women are forced to work and most of the men I have ever met in Nepal or Kathmandu are pigs including my father, brother, and especially Ranjan who was the cruelest man I ever met.
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.
My phone thinks I’m a woman and a republican. I’m a male liberal. I told someone. They said well you do fight for black and gay rights. And you watch Hallmark. It thinks your gay. Huh. I do listen to music mostly women like. I do watch a lot of movies women like. I fight for black; gay; disabled; & women’s rights. I once had a man tell me if I was a women he’d marry me. He said can you cook. Well yes, I can make homemade cookies. He started laughing.
I guess I get the endless shoe ads. But why a republican? I do troll conservative writers. But I mostly read left news.
Wait. I have had rich white men try to pick me up at the library. I complained about that to people. They said your so clean. Your clothes. All those muscles. Your dance shoes (well. I am a great dancer). Your teeth. Your hair. Your face. You read books in a library. You set down and read books in a bookstore. You own dance shoes. You color coordinate belts. You groom your hair. Your teeth are white. You’ve got those butt jeans on. Ok. I look and act gay. I even plant flowers.
But a republican? Someone laughed and said your a Christian and you love sports. Huh. Well most Christians are Republicans I guess. And I do watch sports.
So my phone thinks I’m a gay republican. I’m really a straight democrat. At least I’ll never want to buy the stuff in the ads or vote for the politicians. But I did see a shirt and wonder if they make that for men.
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.
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