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I had a sexual relationship with my team leader at office. he said he likes to finger woman. I let him do that. Most of the time we have sex, he fingers me and the actual penetration would be only for five minutes after which he cums. I was okay with his way of sex. I never complained. But, one weekend when we met, he said he was going to finger me more that day. I wondered what he wants to do with me. That day he freaked me out. He kept fingering me for an half an hour. I went crazy. I had multiple orgasms. Collapsed in the bed, but he kept doing that. I begged him to stop that, but in vain. He looked like he was not getting enough. I had no idea how many times I have had orgasms that day. Finally he enters me after what felt like an eternity and cums in five minutes.
I was afraid at his extremity of desire to finger women. I broke up with him for that reason after that day.
I have a very serious problem when it belongs to food.
I can only eat food of one colour each day.
For example today, I only eat green food. Lettuce, cucumbers and stuff like that. I also wear something green today, to remind me which colour day is today.
I guess, tomorrow it will be brown.
It's been over a year and three months since the last time we talk, but every day I think of him if he is alive or okay because I know he has been kicked out of house and lives on the streets. Like our story is so complicated and hard but I can't stop thinking about him and I don't know why like every guy I ever talk to my stupid brain and heart keep comparing them to the guy who I love so much and broke my heart. Part of me wants to contact him so badly like I did contact him to have closure but he thought I had closure of him and I thought the same way but I guess now because deep down inside of me my heart wants him. So my question is should I contact him again even though the last time we talk I tried to get closure....
So, freshman year in high school I had my first boyfriend (I am female). We had dated before during the summer but it hadn't worked out. I never stopped having feelings for him, and I got some friends to talk him into asking me out. We were at one of my friends birthday parties, and she told him that he should date me. He laid on my chest while we played "never have I ever" and he was heavier than me, so I wasn't super comfortable but I loved being with him so I didn't say anything. After that we played truth or dare, and some friends dared us to play "seven minutes in heaven. We got to the closet and there was memory foam in it so it was very comfortable. That night we stayed in that closet for nearly two hours, simply laying with each other. He asked me out and I said yes. Shortly after he did, he kissed me and used tongue. We laid together for a bit longer and he started groping me. It felt nice, and he told me I have very nice boobs (32 D). After that we tried to fall asleep together, and he used my tit as a pillow. But the friends came in at about 2 or 3 am and told us we had to sleep in separate rooms. People thought we were fucking. A few days later there was a soccer game, it was raining and our friends encouraged us to go behind the school and make out. So we did, after talking for a while he kissed me. He groped my ass and tits. We both do cross country, so the following week on the bus home from a cross country meet (it was pretty late, and winter so it was dark) he put his hand on my leg and kept sliding it up until he was touching my vagina through my jeans. He also had his arm around me and was trying to grope me. I whispered to him that it probably wouldn't work because I was wearing jeans, and he stopped. I leaned on him and we stayed like that, his arm around me and my hand on his leg. I decided that I wanted to him to keep going, and his hand was on top of mine (the one on his leg) so I took that hand and put it near my breast. He didn't seem to get it so I put it right on it so that he would touch it. He groped it and used his hand to draw circles around my nipple. Then we started to approach our school so he stopped, and we got off the bus and parted ways. Flash forward to Thursday of that week. We had a cross country practice and after practice, I changed and we went in the back of the school, behind a shed. We started kissing, and he was groping my ass and tits. After a moment he started rubbing his hand on my pussy, through my pants. Then he slipped his hand down my pants, and started rubbing on it through my panties, but they had slipped to the side. He then moved them fully and rubbed around. Then he put his hand farther down, and slipped his finger into my vagina. His hands are bigger than mine so it hurt a bit when he first put it in, but then after I got used to it I started moving my hips against his movements. He didn't know what he was doing, so he kept taking his finger out and trying to rub my clit (which he didn't find). Then he would put it back in and just sort of jam it in and out. It wasn't too bad, probably because it was a brand new thing for me. While this was happening he tried to get his hand under my bra, and ended up just moving it to the side so he could feel my breasts without it in the way. He was gentle at first but then started getting a little rough. He stopped fingering me and lifted up my shirt, and then started kissing(maybe licking??) my chest, and massaging my breasts. He tried to unclip my bra, and I decided to do it for him. Then, he noticed the time and said he had to go. He hugged me once more, and left.
Later that night I told two of my closets friends, and I decided to talk to him because I did not like how quickly the relationship was moving. So, we started talking and I told him that. He said that he wasn't planning on doing that it had ended up doing it anyways. He started talking about how hard the relationship was and how he had gotten more stressed when it had started. Then I told him something about how much I had wanted our relationship to work, and he said that he wasn't as into it as me. I was crying at this point. He asked me what he did wrong while he was fingering me and I explained to him a bit of how he should've kept a steady rhythm and how he should've actually found my clit, and maybe went for my G spot. After that he told me that he wasn't happy with our relationship and that we werent similar, and that I was too quiet (I was quiet bc i was nervous around him) and stuff like that. He said that he was pushed into the relationship. He said that he felt that he should've never gotten into the relationship, and that hurt me a lot because I really, really liked him and wanted to spend more time with him, but not move so quickly. He had said that he had asked me out on impulse, and was only thinking of the physical things (basically wanted to use me). And that our relationship was stupid. Then I asked him what he was going to do (was he gonna break up with me or wait and see if it worked out.) He said " I don't think I can do this anymore". I was crying so hard at this point because I had wanted this relationship for so long, and it turned out that he didn't even care about me. Then he said "in any case, bye, see you tomorrow. This will work itself out." I later learned from a mutual friend that he had broken up with me. I certainly did not think that he did, because his texts were very misleading. I felt so hurt from that and hated him. But I couldn't really hate him because I still liked him. Every time I saw him it hurt me. Then when I asked him if he had actually broken up with me (because he was super unclear and I wanted to check with him) he said yes, and left me by saying "k". He was extremely rude, and took so much from me. If I had dated him longer and not boughten up the fact that we were moving too quickly, I probably would've lost my virginity to him.
I know this isn't exactly a blowjob story, but I am still pissed about that and wanted to tell someone.
When my girlfriend leave I go into the hamper and put on a pair of her dirty panties and bend over her bed and finger my asshole for gay men who cum to me and it makes me so horny.
I'm a bi girl and when I had my first sleepover I wanted to scissor my friends pussy so bad I was wet the whole time and I knew she had a crush on me too (she's a lesbian) but the only thing I did was push my crotch against her ass while watching a movie I still think about our legs wide open and our wet clits rubbing together slow then gradually getting faster and so wet as I hold her breast ugh
#lesbian #bi #scissoring
When my little sister in law was 16 (im married to one of her elder sister now), she used to stay home after playing games or watching tv till late. Then she will sleep in our bed with my wife in between.
She is really cute, sexy and is certainly one of the most gorgeous girl and now woman i know. She is 23 now. I have always and still fantasize about her a lot.
I usually sleep later than them and on one night when i came into the bed i saw her sleeping. It was one of these hot summer nights and she was wearing a small top and short.
That night i could see her with her long beautiful legs and i couldnt resist to touch her legs and her ass in the dark.
Things got escalated and even if i was scared to death, i felt her pussy over her shorts. Then i pulled her shorts and panties a bit down so i could access her pussy more. I was terrified but yet so excited.
I touched her pussy and clit. It was so soft and i put a bit of saliva on my fingers and rub her softly. I could feel she was getting wetter from me touching her clut and pussy entrance. And when i slightly pressed my finger into the pussy entrance my finger went through. My whole finger was inside her but i didnt move it. My wife was next to her and i was scared she woke up.
I took out my cock and masturbated while keeping my finger inside her. I came hard trying not to breathe too heavily. Then i tasted her pussy. It was so sweet. I wished she woke up and wanted more.
Yesterday i read a confession on this website posted a few years ago and the story looks so much alike from her end. Is it her? If yes she knew everything and she said she like me and find me handsome and like what i did to me.
What should i do? I want more from her. I like her a lot still.
I order a lot of stuff online. But not because I am a shopaholic or because I got the money but because of the mails I get. I don't receive any mails. I know own over 1000 blu rays.
By the way I also like paying via Paypal because you get 2 mails.
My gf is a squirter, and she loves to cum all over me when I eat her out. That's the way she likes me, soaked in her sweet pussy juices.
After we're done she won't let me take a shower or brush my teeth so that she can smell her all over me when we're out, and she loves to taste herself on my lips when we kiss. It gets her so horny that she can't wait to get home and squirt for me all over again.
One time we were out with her best friend. Her friend complimented me on how I smelled. That instantly turned on my gf, she squeezed my arm so hard I couldn't feel my hand. Next thing I know we're in the bathroom with my fingers deep inside her, and her squirting all over the floor.
She's a dirty little minx and I love it.
I am 18 , I have a year with my girlfriend and im toned muscular. I have an obsession , Leggings , Tights , Pantyhouse . Ever since puberty I got turned on by girls on black leggings and I just wish I could go up to any good looking girl in leggings and feel her entire body and go crazy , but of course that's crazy and it would take me to jail .I started to get up early mornings to go to walmart and buy pairs of leggings and tights about 3 years ago and tbh it hasn't stopped . I go in the morning because there isnt much people , in other words I wont be embarrassed. I have some workout tights and when they stretch they shine because of the spandex and i totally love them I just want to wear them just how any girl would wear leggings , the idea itself sounds sexy to me .
I was abused by my cousin at a young age of 6-8 years , he was in high-school . I didn't know it at the time. I thought it was our 'special and secret' game. I used to enjoy him fingering me. I would kiss him with all I had. I'm a pretty great kisser because of that.
I enjoyed coming home from school, dressing up in a short skirt and my green body top, you know, the ones that clip at your crotch, those ones. With nothing underneath. That is how he liked me. I would then trot off to his room, sit on the dresser and he would sit on the dresser chair and start touching me down there. Very slowly, very tenderly, very soft.... then his finger would slide in me and he would start kissing me at the same time. He was a horrible kisser, too much saliva. But it was our special 'game'. and i felt the need to make him happy and proud of me. This went on for two years until he moved out of our house. I never told until I was 19 and I discovered what abuse was..
A direct result of this is that i am a very sexual person. Constantly touching myself.... and until 2 years ago i always felt dirty afterward.. But i have now made peace.. I now masturbate and I feel okay with pleasing myself.
I'm a boy I love wearing girls panties there so cute and soft to wear I love wearing them
I feel fucked up for really wanting to get a serious illness "just to see what it's like" and possibly treasure life more, when I won't have much time.
I apologise to those who never had a choice...
#apology #illness #test #life #treasuring
My husband has for several years now been stretching me. Both anally and vaginally. He says he likes to loose feel, it's like I've just been gangbanged before he has sex with me. He started recently, this football season making me come in with his friends in the "mancave" and take down my underpants then he puts bottles in me while they watch. I pretty much have half the game with wine bottles, 1 liter water bottles, even champagne bottles inside me. Sometimes I have to masturbate with a bottle in front of him and/or his friends. The friends haven't seen my boobs but have seen me naked from the waist down several times, and see me or my husband put large objects and thick bottles in both lower holes. Last night he had me masturbate and I actually came in front of everyone, squirting everywhere. He then had me keep the bottle in my vagina and I had to take him in my mouth in front of everyone. He came and I was allowed to leave. His friends now say the most crude things when they come over if there is a game or not, and about an hour ago I had to take one to bed with me because my husband told me to do it (he was at work) because he "owed" the guy. The guy had a really big one, very thick and while he was pounding it into my butt he laughed at how big I am in both places. When he came inside me he knew I wasn't on birth control and said he hoped I got pregnant by him, that my husband deserves to raise his kid with what he owed.
On Friday of last week my husband took me out to a park by the river where young teens go to have sex in their cars, and had me strip naked and lay on the hood of the car. Then he put a one liter water bottle inside me and kept me there playing with me for over an hour with clothes pins pinching my really big, pumped up nipples. Probably 20 cars of young teens passed me. I came 3 times with the bottle inside me. Several saw me squirting, and many parked so they could see me while they were screwing in their cars.
He says next weekend he's taking me back to the river and I can't come back in the car or get dressed until I get someone to get out of their car and have sex with me in front of him, and preferably someone who has a girlfriend who is watching him fuck me instead of fucking her.
I've become like his sex slave or something, and I am so embarrassed but don't want to change. I just wish I could do this and not be recognized or have anyone who knows me outside of that part of my life.
I wish I could tell someone how bad it is to live as me. They never understand,they down play it. I’m so weak. I’m paralyzed by life. I am unable to conquer this. People like me deserve to die. Death is the only solution. You can change my life but you can’t change my brain. Living like this is utter hell. The cards I was dealt are all faulty. I can’t think of one thing I enjoyed out of this life. I got nothing. Absolutely nothing but suffering. Forever until I die infinite sadness 💕
Avoidant personality disorder
When I was about six my friends would take me out to an old car that they didn’t use and we would go in the boot of the car and we would rub up against each other and would finger and go down go each other I wasn’t sure what was going on at the time but I remember all the things they would do to me and all the bad things we did to each other.
When I was still with my ex, we never had time alone because everyone seems to always be home. So every little chance we get, we would be all up on each other.
One night, my sister and her boyfriend was taking him home (at the time, both of us doesn't drive yet). My sister has these big fluffy pillows that she keeps in the backseat of her car for decorations. I would put the pillow of my lap so that he could sneak his hand under and fingered me. I always made sure to wear shorts so that he would have easy access to my pussy. it really turned me on that we were doing this right behind their backs! And the pillow was big enough that I could spread my legs and they wouldn't even know.
So as they are arguing about something, he is fingering me under the pillow and it felt so good!! I remember trying not to moan. Sometimes, if I was brave enough, I would pretend to hug the other pillow so that he could touch my breast without them seeing. So one hand would be fingering me and the other would be squeezing my tits.
Although we are not together anymore, I still get horny whenever I think back about all the crazy things we did together.
Was at work at Giant Eagle tonight, Saturday. Worked from 5-9 p.m. At Giant Eagle customers are still required to wear face masks even though the CDC has stated that anyone who is fully vaccinated doesn't need to wear one. An hour or so into my shift, I was asked to go into the lobby and take over for William which was to make sure that customers come in with masks on. I actually hate doing that because I know that customers will complain about wearing a mask. It turns out, I was right. At about eight o'clock, a customer comes in without a mask on. I asked him about his mask and he asked if he really needs one. I said yes and he said that he was fully vaccinated and I told him that he still needed a mask. He asked if it was Giant Eagle policy or CDC policy. I said it was Giant Eagle. He then asked another question about the CDC policy. I couldn't exactly make out most of what he said but my response was, "I don't know." His response? "That's right. You don't know." He also says that he works at a hospital and that he knows the CDC policy. He then says to go ask the manager and I do. I knock on the office door and speak to Andy. When I tell him what happened, I also stated that the guy was giving me attitude and right behind me I hear, "I was not giving you attitude." The customer had followed me into the store which he can't do and decided to talk to the manager. I wanted to explain the conversation that I had but Andy waved his hand as a way of saying to let the customer speak. The customer said his piece and Andy said his, I couldn't really make out what was said as I was standing outside the office and they were practically lowering their voices but what I did get was that the customer still had to put a mask on. This of course got the customer mad and he left the office. I then got a chance to say my piece and said that the guy was definitely giving me attitude. I was only out there for about a few more minutes when I began to feel the rage boiling up inside me. I knew at that moment that if another customer came in without a mask on and that customer made a complaint about it, I would definitely flip out and have a few choice words for the next customer. I immediately went inside and told Sam, the front end coordinator that I can't be out there anymore and she showed me where Andy was. I told him the same thing. At about 8:30, Andy asked me how I was. I responded that I was still pissed so he took me in the backroom and we put some plastic bags in a baler. I then told Andy again how I'm never going out into the lobby ever again because if I do I know and a customer complains about wearing a mask, I'm going to do something I won't regret and I don't care about the consequences. I even suggested a sign that says, "Wear a mask or get the fuck out!"
I (m/19) broke into the apartment of my neighbour. I live in a big complex with a lot of apartments and this particular neighbour lives right next to me. He's always listening to his fucking death metal the whole night and that so loud that you can't understand your own word. He's so fucking annoying. When he's not listening to music, he's talking louding to himself or his pet snakes or something. He can't keep quiet and that's just fucking annoying. So, I broke into his apartment and destroyed his stereo system and all his electronic devices he can use to play music on. He already called the police but he's got nothing on me. I think as soon as he renews his stuff I am going to break in again and destroy everything once more.
#destroying #neighbour #apartment #loud #annoying #confession #breakingandentering #police
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