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At my new job I met Kristine and crushed on her immediately. It was obvious she was straight, but after talking with her I realized she was inexperienced with either sex. I asked her to join me at a party, I kissed her on the mouth and she didn't pull back. I took her to my apartment, undressed with her and made love to her and brought her to orgasm. The next day she was very withdrawn, upset and wanted to go home. She hasn't spoken to me, I'm more crushed than ever and don't know what to do.
We were both 15, we had just taken our impact testing so we could do sports. As we were walking around the school he pulled me in and gave a me kiss, not a long one just a peck. We both knew he had a girlfriend (even though she was 18 and almost 2 1/2 hours away.) We kept walking and occasionally he would grab my ass and pull me into him so my ass would press against his dick. I remember him whispering "come here and fell it through your big ass" then kissing my neck. He followed me into a bathroom and pushed me against a stall and then fingered me standing up while still kissing me with pecks (we didn't make out at all) after that we went back to our friends who didn't realize we left and just talked. It's kinda been weird between us but it should roll over, even though we have a pool party to go to next Saturday 😋💦
One time I stole a video game from a friend and blamed it on another friend. He still doesnt know.
i hate having a bf. i miss being single and flirting w whoever i want. i never want to do any of the couple-y things w him and I'm just not as interested anymore. idk what to do tho bc he has a history of depression and I think breaking up would really mess him up. advice?
#regret #boyfriend #help #advice #depression
I like spanking my daughters way too much. Depending on my mood they either get spanked in their underwear or bare bottom. I know its wrong and I try and fight it but sometimes I make up reasons to punish them. My wife knows it turns me on. I know one day she will use it against me.
I always masturbate when Im alone at home or not at home and read alot of erotica WorstMistakeOfMyLife
I'm 53, male, and married now for nearly 30 years. No children.
I grew up in a strict religious home. Sex was reserved for married people and I still believe this to this day. I had in my teens what I would consider with my limited experience, a normal libido. Erections with the slightest stimulation: vibration of the school bus, brushing up against a girl, bikini clad tv characters, and all manner of stimulus, and I would have a raging hardon. By 13 or 14, I can't remember, I started masturbating in the shower initially. It gradually increased in frequency all through my teens and early 20s until I finally got married at 23. We were both virgins and very naive. I knew before I married my wife that she had been physically and emotionally abused by her step father who, by the way, was only 12 years older than her. He never raped her, but fondled her breasts and made advances towards her. He even bored a hole through the bathroom wall to spy on her and her sisters. When they discovered the peep hole, they plugged it as best they could and told their mother, but if fell on deaf ears. She couldn't believe he would do such a thing. He did worse to the other 2 girls than my wife, but apparently she was affected more than her sisters.
After we were married for a year, what little sex there was in the marriage ended abruptly. Penetration became painful for her and after many doctors visits, the diagnosis was vulvar vestibulitis. We tried all manner of "cures" for years. Spent thousands of dollars on attempts to "fix" her problems. To no avail. I gradually returned to my old habits and eventually added porn to the addiction. Work, public restrooms, driving down the road in my car, were all opportunities to jackoff. She didn't work much, just the odd part-time job here and there, so I had little to no time at home alone, so I masturbated whenever I had the opportunity.
Over the years, I had a couple opportunities to be unfaithful with other women. About 5 years into our marriage my wife was out of town for about 3 months taking care of her grandfather. Her younger sister and her daughter were moving across several states. Their route took them through our area, so they decided to stop at my house and stay the night before continuing their move. My grandmother lived next door to me, so I stayed with her while my sister-in-law and her daughter stayed at my house. This was all with my wife's knowledge. I had the perfect opportunity to have sex with her and no one would have known. After she left, I masturbated what felt like non-stop for days thinking of her. She has the best looking ass of the 3 sisters. She's also the only physically fit of the 3. How I wanted to fuck the hell out of her before she left. As she was backing out of the drive to leave, I noticed she left something in the bedroom. Some piece of clothing or something. I ran outside and flagged her down. When I handed her the object, whatever it was, she had a somewhat puzzled look on her face. Did she want me to invite her back inside? I don't know, but I had my suspicions. She told my wife years later that I was a better man than my wife knew. We both looked at each other and had that look of acknowledgement. During the same time period, my aunt, who lived across the road from me took in a renter. She was gorgeous! Auburn hair, killer body, beautiful face and wild as they come. I never made a move. Next came my wife's best friend. This was the closest I ever came to cheating physically. She moved in with us, but we were very careful about never being together without my wife around. I came home once to find my wife gone and her friend was laying out in the sun right outside my bedroom window. I watched her from the window and jacked off, more than once, don't remember. To this day, I still think she chose that spot intentionally to tease me. She fained a muscle cramp once to try to get me to give her a massage. I resisted. I watched her drive out of our driveway when she left later that same day only to see here angrily cussing and shaking her head. She eventually got married and moved out. I traveled for work for about a decade. Never took advantage of the opportunity. Always looking, but never touched another woman. I just never got up the courage to cross the line.
When my wife turned 43, a "miracle" happened. Her pain went away and we enjoyed about 5 years of what I believe was a normal sex life. We had intercourse 3 or 4 sometimes more times a week. Then just as quickly as it came, it went away. The pain was back and then she had a nervous breakdown. Can't work, won't leave the house except for doctors visits, sits on the couch and watches tv and plays video games. She's 52.
Should I have left 25 years ago? Sometimes I think so. I went right back to jacking off and the porn obsession has gotten worse. It takes more and more deviant videos to get me off. How I wish I could go back in time. Would I still marry this woman? I really don't know. I just feel worthless, angry, frustrated, and hopeless. I feel as though my life has been a waste as far as my marriage goes. Neither one of us is happy, but it's not for lack of trying. I hope one day this all ends up being worthwhile.
#frustrated #horney #regret #guilty #conscience #sisterinlaw #bestfriend
My hubby got in an accident and was in the hospital in surgery and my landlord came to my bedroom and asked to come in he said if I did not fuck him he would kick me and my husband out and I did not want to have my hubby homeless and recovering from the accident he could not walk so I fucked him and I regret it.
I cheated on my boyfriend once. We have been together for seven years. It hurts me to think about it, but one more time, I ask for forgiveness and to forget it from my mind forever.
I barely knew the guy. I was 18 and I had only ever had sex with my boyfriend. I began feeling like I was missing out, that maybe I wanted to try with someone else once. I regret it. I pretend it never happened. My boyfriend started to make me dinner. I told him I was going out for a little while to get away and think. I met the guy. I didn't actually plan on going home with him, but when he showed up, he was really nice and we got along well. My boyfriend texted me a picture of the dinner he made and told me it was ready and asked if I was coming home.
I curse at myself for not going straight home. If I could rewind, I would have never left that day, I would have never contacted that guy, and I would have stayed home with my boyfriend and ate the dinner he made me.
The guy told me he would never make me do anything I didn't want to do. But I went with him anyway. I told myself I would just hang out for a little while. It had been three hours and I was debating in my head if I would do it or not. I told myself that I was already there and that I should just get it over with so I could have that experience and so I could find out if I really wanted to be with my boyfriend. I ended up having sex with the guy and by the time it was over it was past midnight. I did not even really enjoy it. The guy asked if I wanted to stay over, but he said that the only thing was that he would have to wake up early the next morning for something he had to do. I said no and he drove me home, and thank god he did!
When he was driving me home we passed by my house and I saw my boyfriend waiting outside, staring at his phone. I looked at my phone and realized that he had sent me a whole bunch of messages and calls, my mom, brother, and dad had called. I told the guy to drop me off a block away from my house and I went home.
When my boyfriend saw me walking around the corner, I could tell he had been crying. He started crying again. It broke me into a million pieces to see him that way. He was shaken and he was worried. He was so happy to see me home. He told me that he had called my mom and dad and everyone we knew, he had even called the cops. I noticed that he had not even touched the dinner that he made me, it sat cold on the stove. It hurt even more. The cops came by to ask if everything was okay and i was forced to call my mom and dad who were states away and tell them everything was okay. They had been ready to come pick me up.
At first I told my boyfriend that I had met some friends in town and that they had wanted to hang out and my phone was on silent. (that story is mainly for my family) but I ended up telling him about the guy because he had gone through my messages and saw pictures of him. I told him it was just a friend I had met and that he was gay, because he really did seem to be gay. He had been a male model but he wasn't gay. He just looked like it.
Unfortunately it didn't stop there, it happened once more when my boyfriend had gotten mad because I didn't want him to meet the guy. It lasted maybe three to five minutes so I regretted that even more. We ended up moving back to my home state of New Jersey because our jobs had failed. Once back in our home state, things got better. We should have never left. It was almost as if it never happened. But I started thinking about it again and I was sad. My boyfriend would comfort me without knowing what was really wrong.
I thought maybe he didn't know. So tonight, I told him I don't like to think about that time. And he kind of understood. It was like an unspoken agreement. I told him I loved him so much and I would never ever hurt him like that. He trusts me a lot. And I brought up that incident and I couldn't believe my ears at what he said.
I knew that he had done something similar in the beginning of our relationship and he was so guilty he cried for hours and he stopped talking to any other girls and wouldn't even go near them. That is how I am now but with all the guys.
He told me that sometimes he thinks about that time away from our home in New Jersey and that he wonders if anything did happen with me and that guy, but he told me that whenever he thinks about that time, he knew that even if anything DID happen between me and that guy, he reminds himself that I had come home to HIM and I have never gone out again. He trusts me even more now that I have gotten it out of my system and I know deep in my heart that I would never do anything like that again. If I ever think about having sex with anyone other than my boyfriend, it disgusts me. I love him so much and we plan on getting married.
I am happy once again. Other girls may be debating on doing this (please don't make this mistake if you truly love the guy you're with, but then again sometimes you have to know for sure. All I ask is that you never cheat on your husband. Because you have already made that permanent commitment.), and other girls may look at this and call me a slut. I don't care, I know who I am and what kind of person I am. I am a good person who truly had a lapse during that time and I truly know that I fucked up. I know that I will never do it again. My boyfriend and I want to get married. Some people may scoff at that, but again, I couldn't care less. Fuck 'em I say. He is happy with me and trusts me completely and I am happy with him and trust him completely. For those people who think I will probably do it again, I will prove you wrong. In fact, you already are wrong.
I LOVE to annoy little kids until they cry
I don't have any regrets about it, it's just great
use she suddenly realized she’s changed her mind. and i understand completely. i think it’s for the best. im glad that she wants to get away from me because she deserves better, and also i cannot face her and feel good about myself anymore. i’m constantly reliving the guilt. i hope that we never meet again, i have learned my lesson. i just want to move on, but she keeps reminding me of what i’ve done. she looks at me like i’m evil. even asked her friends to block me. i deserve it, but i want to move on now. i won’t do such thing again. i have a hard time feeling like i’m a good person. i feel terrible and i don’t deserve friends anymore. i have also lied to people many times, and been inconsistent in the past year. i have been upset at others for treating me badly, yet i do the very same thing. im just ashamed of myself for not being a good human and i hope i can change and treat people right. i think i struggle with low self esteem, and the minute someone hurts me or isn’t perfect i cut them off or become bitter. im not patient and too stubborn. no wonder i don’t have friends. i criticize others but i’m not good myself. i have a selfish side and i’m going to do my best to work on it.
#betrayal #regret #friendship #self
I live in a small town in the southern states. I'm a male age 15. 2 years ago me and my good friend were talking about girlfriends. I'm regretfuly saying for 2 years I've been catfishing my friend playing the role as two other girls on my other mobile phone.
I feel gross after what I did while I was horny. So I’m an 18 year old guy. I started messaging this girl on Instagram. She’s like in her 30s, a little overweight. But she posted tongue pictures and her boobs are big. I was so turned on I bought a pair of her dirty underwear for 40 dollars, then payed her 100 dollars to spit in a jar and send it to me. She’s dirty and weird so she’s happy to take my money. But I put the spit she sent me in my mouth and then jerked with the rest of it like it was lotion. Then I licked her stinky panties. I came and it felt soooo goood. Like the best cum ever. But after I feel so gross. I gave money to a random chick. I even told her if we meet I’d give her my whole check from work if she sat on me while spitting in my mouth. I’m disgusted with myself but when I’m horny I do stupid things.
I miss you so much it hurts. I'm anxious and depressed and I can't get out of my own head tonight. I just keep running through what ifs and the should haves... I just keep trying to figure out what to change so that I'm happy but I just can't figure it out..I'm sorry about the way everything turned out. This wasn't how our lives were supposed to end up.I miss being best friends...i miss you. I love you. I don't wish this pain on anybody.
I spent a wonderful night with a woman from the Philippines who hoped I would take her in and that she could live with me. I also lied to her about my age, I said I'm 27 but I'm 38.
I also have a girlfriend who's on a business trip at the moment, we are also living together.
I feel very bad since that incident and I hope my girlfriend doesn't find out.
#philippines #business #trip #regret #girlfriend #confession #sin
Yes, I have an addiction. I am addicted of feeling sorry for myself and always putting others first than myself. I know that I am not selfish but I think I need to put myself first. There are times that I am too kind to other people and they take it for granted. They spread gossips about me even if I am very kind to them. I even invited them in my house, not because to show them that we have money or gadgets. I invited them because I want them to know that I am comfortable being around them, and I want to know more things about them.
i cheated on my emotionally abusive partner when we were together before. and although he hurt me a lot and scarred me, i shouldn’t have done that. i should have just left, but i was so attached, that finding someone else was what i believed would help me leave him. still, im not proud of what i did at all. we would often break up on and off, and during those off times i would find someone else. then get back to him, and acted like nothing happened. but even once when we were still technically together, i was speaking to guys. in my heart at that point, i already knew we weren’t going to be together for long, but instead of breaking up to see other guys i did it behind his back. i ended up being just as toxic as him. the worst thing is that i didn’t feel that bad in the moment, it felt like i was allowed to, because of the shit he did to me. in my heart i felt like i was already single, because he never truly understood me. but still, i broke one of my values and i never thought i would have. i hope that doesn’t make me a cheater forever. i know in my heart that i wouldn’t do that to someone who truly treasured me. either way, i am sorry. please forgive me.
#lie #cheated #regret #selfishness #hypocrisy
I am so smart I know I am, I'm very good at memorisation but I never do my homework or pitch in in group activities at school and with my exams coming up I should be studying but im not I'm just spending all day eating, watching YouTube and now my grades are really starting to suffer and regret doing nothing about it
When my grandfather died, I was so angry with him that I refused to go to his funeral.
Even now, 2 years later, I regret that I didn't take the chance to say goodbye to him one last time.
I used a social media to trade nudes with legal adults who asked for such. But, it turns out against my knowledge, that one such person was actually a minor posing as someone of age and said they had reported me to the site.
I'm afraid I'll be investigated by the police then arrested and posed as a pedophile.
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