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So I'm f14 and I sit next to my friends crush which is also my old crush (let's call him geo) Geo has asked me out in the past and I kinda caught feelings for him but now that's over. He knows my friend likes him and he claims to like her but flirts and is close with every girl. So anyways I sit next to geo in french every Wednesday. We have that class first period. So I'm a fan of bts (don come @ me lolll) and I was writing jungkooks name on the table. And geo goes "aww you like bts how cute" and I'm like whatever and then I try rubbing jungkooks name off the table before the teacher sees. So I lick my finger and then smudge it on the table. Then I do it again with another finger. And he's just staring at me so I'm like what? I could clearly tell he was turned on by what I was doing bare in mind this guys kinky af. So he goes "instead of doing that to your finger how about you do it on my dick" so I'm like AHAHAHA bitch what. So I'm laughing it off. Luckily my FRIEND isn't in that class. and then he starts flirting with me and let me tell you, I have a bad habit of flirting when I'm bored and I was bored as hell so I did it back. I mean I don't like him and I didn't do anything physically so it's not really breaking "the girl code" right?
#highschool #school #boys #friendscrush #crush #horny #turnedon #flirty
Every day during PE, the school coach runs with us around the school. He gets really sweaty and his white shirts get almost see through and I can see all his muscles. Every time I see him, my pussy gets really wet and warm. I fantasize about being used by him all the time but he is 35, 20 years older than me. Any tips on getting him to take me.
Back in middle school there were those two guys who we always bullied.
We locked them in the rest room, took their clothes and made them cry.
It was hilarious back then. But today, I have a really guilty conscience.
Sorry, guys!
im 15 and i have 30 F cups. people make fun at me at school because its 95% asian and I'm 5 feet tall and i weigh less than 100 pounds. I'm very petite but i have annoyingly good figure and the only way i kinda get to talk to people (mostly guys) are suducting them because I'm so lonely
So last night I had a very hot dream that I was wearing nothing but my Underwear and Socks at School and I got to say this was a very hot dream I had like I guess after my last posts about Changing in the Locker Room when I was in Middle School must have given me this type of dream.
So anyways there I was going to school and I had no clothes on no shirt, no pants, and no shoes all I was wearing was just pair of blue boxer briefs and white socks, and normally if anyone was seen in their underwear at School they would get laughed at but nobody laughed at me and I felt comfortable and got on my knees.
I am so comfortable every time I'm on my knees wearing just my underwear and socks and to be able to do it in my dream just felt so hot especially the thought of Teachers yelling at me, going from class to class in my undies, and taking tests in my undies nearly made me cum in my bed last night.
The last thing I remembered before waking up was putting my socked feet on my old desk in my Math Class showing off my chicken legs and then I took my foot and started smelling it and before everyone in class had the chance to respond I woke up from my dream.
I woke up wearing my blue boxer briefs and white socks and sat on my knees for a minute to admire myself and look at the bottoms of my socks which were dirty, before getting out of bed and the thought came to mind.
What if I went to classes in College in my Underwear what would happen and what if I smelled my Feet in Class? What would happen?
Also what if I did went to High School in my underwear and socks what would happen and what if I did smell my feet in my High School Classes what would happen?
I confess that I should be in the dancing school right now. But instead, I'm sitting here, reading confessions.
I missed the last 3 lessons just because I'm too lazy.
#lazy #read #confessions #lesson #missed
i think i like this guy and he will never like me back and he thinks im dumb as fuck even though I’m not and he probably doesn’t even want to talk to me but all I want is to get him to talk to get to know him behind the stupid jokes he makes and the girl he likes is my friend and i love her and i want her to be happy too
Throughout middle school/highschool I would take candid pictures and record girls feet. I don’t have a foot fetish myself but I know a bunch of people do so I would sell them online. There were times where I felt gross and uncomfortable doing so but then I thought about all the money I was making and I kept on doing it until I graduated.
I confess to being lazy. I try and do as little work as possible. I often don't do homework assignments until the last minute. As I type this, I have readings I am supposed to be have done. I have not done them because I can't bring myself to do the work. Sometimes, I get lower grades than I should because I was lazy and didn't work as hard as I should have. One time, I put off an assignment for months after it was due.
I nap often because I am so lazy that sleep is a better option than actually doing school work.
I am guilty. I am a sinner. I will seek out ways to discipline myself, and do penance.
The teacher of my IT class is a real dork. I hate him.
While I'm sitting here, typing this confession, he's walking around class like he's the boss.
Luckily, he doesn't now what I'm doing ..
I lie so much, i can't stop and i do it every day. I lie about school work, friends my secret drinking habit that i try to beat, but i can't. I want to stop lying but it just feels natural and i sometimes don't even catch myself when i do it until it is done. I always get in trouble but i never care.... uggg i feel so bad about it and i know it is wrong.
When I was a teenager way back in the early eighties, I was taunted by some of the other boys at school for being overweight. I was a little, but in my mind at the time I was convinced it was a lot. It got to me so much that a few days before the start of the new school year I went into town with some money I'd been saving and (I can still barely believe it even after all these years) I went into a department store, went into the lingerie department and, with a bright red face, bought myself a panty girdle. Even though I dreaded the thought of wearing it, I thought a girdle would reduce my belly, tighten up my backside and get the bullies off my back. As I was excused gym class on medical grounds, there would be no problem there. And surely I'd get used to it? The assistant was initially astonished and thought I was joking at first, but when she realised I was serious, I guess she figured my money was as good as anyone else's.
So, on that first day, I headed off to school as if everything was normal, went into some derelict buildings along the way, took off my trousers, quickly tugged on my long-leg Playtex "I Can't Believe It's A Girdle!", got dressed again, and headed off to school, wide-eyed and stiff legged. My "weight loss" since the start of the summer break was noticed, but I was still bullied. And now I had to get used to wearing a tight girdle every day to maintain the weight loss illusion - I could hardly get paunchy again overnight!
Have you ever had that terrified sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realise you've really screwed up? That's how I felt when it dawned on me what I'd done and that there was no going back. The whole idea was dumb from the start, had failed totally in its objective, my initial overconfident attitude about getting used to it had died the moment I'd put it on and realised as it compressed my belly, backside and thighs exactly what it was I was going to have to get used to...and now I had no way out! I felt sick as I realised I was going to have to wear a girdle - a Playtex panty girdle! - every day from now on. For no good reason. And it was all my own damn fault.
By the end of that first day of being firmly held in, I could definitely believe it was a girdle! I'd fidget around in my seat trying to get comfortable - sit forward, sit back, legs apart, legs together - but I could get no relief. It was a girdle, and it did what a girdle was supposed to do. I'd catch myself gasping as I stood up or sat down, and walking up or down stairs was...an experience. By lunchtime I felt like I just wanted to scream, but I had a long afternoon in front of me before I could take it off.
After school, I hurried back to the derelict buildings (as quickly as I could manage!) to get out of my tight new panty girdle. I was almost crying with frustration as I fumbled frantically with my belt buckle in the rush to get my trousers off and get the bloody thing off me. The relief I felt as I peeled it off was incredible. But I just had to get used to it being part of my uniform from that day on. I'm not ashamed to say that, as I tugged it on the next morning, I was actually crying. I did eventually come to terms with the situation and get used to it, but it did take a very long time.
I guess that was about the only notable thing I achieved at school, though being the only boy to have his underwear made by Playtex is something I was quite happy to keep secret!
Yesterday, I skipped class to meet with my new boyfriend. I went to my car which was standing on the parking lot, beneath some very old and dirty blue car. When I pulled out, I accidentally hit the side of the other car.
There were some heavy scratches on one side.
It turned out that it's the car of the principal.
Ooops! Before anyone could see me, I took off...
I am visiting my parents of the holidays and I got here a week ago.
Last weekend I decided to you to a club and meet some old friends I haven't seen in a while.
I got there early and decided to get drunk at the bar while waiting.
After a short while, this girl from high school ( I am now in college) came to me and started chatting me up.
Back then, I was madly in love with her but she just used me for rides and money and booze.
She broke my heart.
After some talking she confessed to me that she had serious financial problems and that she didn't knew how to pay for her next semester at college.
I was kinda drunk at this point, so I told her "I'll give you 200 bucks for a blow job" she considered it for maybe half a second and then agreed.
After the agreed I just took off with the words "I just wanted to see how desperate you are".
That was my revenge for breaking my heart in high school !!!
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I'm a 16 year old male (for real; I'm not trying to bait anyone, or anything). I've always looked somewhat feminine, taking a lot more after my mom than my dad. When I was younger, I was even occasionally mistaken for a girl. That said, I'm a junior at a fairly progressive high school, and in my Drama class before Winter Break, I played the role of Juliet in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. My Drama teacher is sort of weird. He's also VERY particular about the craft, so I was fully costumed and wore makeup the day of. To top it all off: it was a kiss scene! Now for the confession: my partner, playing Romeo, wanted to do the "thumb trick", where I would end up kissing his thumbs instead of his lips. I said okay, but when the kiss happened at the climax of the scene...I moved his thumbs away! He was really embarrassed, and so was I, but in the moment I felt really compelled to do it. I tried to apologize afterwards, but he just dismissed it...I'm not sure what to do now...
#juliet #shakespeare #drama #highschool #romance #crossdressing #embarrassed #dress #makeup
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.
My grades are so fucking terrible this semester and I know I have no one to blame but myself but I just can't seem to focus on school. My whole future is at stake here and I still can't stop procrastinating. At first I thought the problem was social media, so I deleted all my social media accounts but it still didn't make me more productive. I just walk around in endless circles and can't sit down and bring myself to study. I've had thoughts about killing myself if I fail any of my classes.
I´m and 18 year-old male and since when I was 11 I've been fucking with a classroom friend. It all began in a school trip when I was in fourth grade. At that time, however, I only jerked him off since he had a much developed dick and I was pretty nervous to get horny. Still, since then it has been a tradition to fuck during school trips. The best of all was in 7th grade when in the last day of the trip the hotel in which we stayed had only rooms of two. We locked our door and got full naked. First we sucked each other off and began to passionately kiss. He would finger me while we kissed. Then, he pushed me into doggy style and fucked me for 10 minutes with some condoms we secretly bought. I had to cover my mouth in order to avoid moaning. Then it was my turn, he had such a tight and delicious butthole. That night I slept with the taste of his cum in my mouth, so did he. Another great time was in 8th grade when me and my friends were gathered in the same room at night. As everyone talked, I slipped into my friend's behind and began fingering him in order to prepare him. I while after, hearing all my friends who talked unsuspected of what was happening, I inserted my penis. The rush of adrenaline and his slight movement made me cum in his anus a couple of minutes after. I loved how he talked with everyone as if nothing happened while I was in a rollercoaster of pleasure.
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