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I had been married about 28 years when I decided I needed more excitement in my sex life. I put an ad on a well known meetup site and soon found myself meeting a single woman who lived with a guy wanting the same. We talked at length about what each of us want and agreed to meet a week later. So we did, and we did, and we have been meeting occasionally ever since. But being with her just wasn't enough, We only saw each other a couple times/year and it was only for a few hours. So I put a few more ads in other free meetup sites and have had great luck meeting women. I have met women while traveling and at home. Among the women I have met, about 4 of them are long term affairs where we see each other once/year or so. I have met married women, single women, and divorced women. I have spent the night with married women and single women. I have showered and bathed with most. All of them are wonderful and they all know this is just for the fun of the moment and there is no intent that either of us change our lives to be together. Sex with strangers is absolutely wonderful. You never know how the other person will act, what their preferences are, how eager they are. Each meeting is new and exciting. I have been with skinny girls, full sized girls, short girls, tall
Unprotected one-night stand with a guy I barely knew. He was going to pull out but he didn't and I wasn't even mad. He came in me 3 times. I don't know how I didn't get pregnant.
Its my first subject in here. My issue is that I do hate my father to a point that I wish he could disappear by a click . Since my childhood he doesn't treat me like fathers do their children , he didn't abuse me physicaly but his behaviour with us as a family is an irrespectful behaviour always insulting us by bad words he is so rude in a way you can't imagine he affected on me mentally since my childhood , I don't remember that we had a conversation , I don't feel comfortable when he is around my family too have the same feeling , he is out of my system of thoughts and common ideas , he affected on my personnality , my self-estime and confidence. I do always ask myself how my mom accepted him as a husband , they are so different in a way that you can't imagine. She suffers from him for years even they divorced and he still live with us because he married my mom for a material concerns , he know that if he leaves the house he have no place to go even though he have the money but he prefer to live for free. He destroyed mom's life and now he is affecting on mine I do feel the negatif impact each day , I hate when he is around in the house , I wish he just dissapear.
After reading pantie stories I thought about stealing a pair from my stepdaughter and doing wrong. I confess my evil thoughts.
Some years ago, I was around 11, I visited my mom in hospital. She's a nurse there.
I got there by bike and in front of the entrance are bicycle racks. I put a security lock around the front tire and went to her ward.
When I came back, I remember seeing that woman, standing in the entrance hall with one of the security man and they are discussing about something. I went out to my bike and noticed that I put the security lock around the wrong bike. There was another blue bike right next to mine and I had mistaken it.
But instead of taking the lock off, I just took my bike and rode off because I was too scared of the consequences.
I fought death for so long. Then I had one brief moment of hope.
I jumped thru. It looked like a second chance. I started pushing. Trying to serve those I love. It looked so promising.
Then my faith was used against me. Go forgive the nasty people who broke you. So I went to one. I love you. It could not have went any worse.
Well maybe if an asteroid fell & hit earth. But it was pretty bad. It broke me. I was too weak to endure that. Had not healed yet. I tried to climb back. I almost made it. But most of the things I loved were now out of my influence. They all suffered for my failure.
I almost put it all together. Then I nearly died. I don’t know how I’m alive. I should not be. It’s like the dead arose.
So I tried to fix it all. Then COVID. All this. Them. I keep trying stand, then another hammer falls on me.
I reached out & did some kindness for others I love. A gift of myself. I don’t have much of that left. Thought good day. Then I just got a lot of very bad news. Two friends may die. One almost certainly.
At this point I’d rather get in a rink with the heavy weight champ.
I’m not sure how much a person can endure or take.
The problem with love, is it hurts. But to not love, is to hurt others.
You know that sad child game. I wish I’d never been born. You get the Xmas movie It’s a Wonderful Life.
Well not for me. I suck. But I have saved lives. Had wonderful children. Helped a lot of people. I couldn’t wish myself away.
Ah duck it. I gotta Stand.
Last weekend I met with a friend i met over Instagram. He's an artist , his father is famous , and that fame has been passed down to him. We talked , FaceTime all the time for months. His father had a concert in my area. He wanted to meet me in person , I was completely with it considering i had talked to him everyday for the past 3/4 months . I went to his hotel , where he was with him and his cousin. They decided they were going out but I had already planned on going out as well , turns out we just so happened to be going to the same club. I had a friend waiting on me , so we agreed to meet there. I went to pick up my friend and on the way to the club he called me and told me he wasn't going out and to meet him at his room After. I left the club and dropped off my friend, made my way to his hotel where he was sleeping 😂😂. I had to call up to his room because he wasn't answering his phone which was lower then the hotel phone. He opened the door I showered and he was sleeping. I woke him up telling him how awake I was. He made me take down my hair , started playing wit it . Pulling it causing us to play fight. Before I knew it the vibe was there and we started kissing . one thing led to another, before I knew he had undressed me and started kissing all over my body. He performed oral sex , and then we had sex. It was short because he kept pulling out and the condom were drying up 🙄😒. He only had 2, so after the 2nd one dried we went back to kissing. I looked back at the bed and he popped my cherry 😩😒💦 .. I was so embarsssed . I took a shower and by the time I got out it was time for him to leave to the airport. 😒 We kissed and did all the cutesy shit and he left. .😂😂 he's so busy because he's famous And it's annoying. I always wanna cut him off but I remember how he left the hotel room with and caught his flight without showering 😂😩 my pussy was all on his mouth and he didn't gaf 😭💦 wonder when he showered .. after his 7 hour flight? I'm honored 😂😂💀
I'd like to confess something BIG.
I share a flat with my best friend (both M/22). He is in a relationship with the horrendous and absolutely terrifying bitch walking the earth. No one of our friends understands why he is still with her. She treats him terribly, always making condescending remarks, she even slapped him once!
We all tried talking to him reasonably to see that he could do so much better, but to no vain. So, we kind of agreed that he would eventually get it himself.
Oh well... everything came a bit differently than we had thought.
I was out drinking with some friends in a pub (best mate not with us as he had to attend to her mayesty's call aka 'the bitch') and I got quite drunk and actually managed to hook up with this beautiful girl.
We were both intoxicated but somehow managed to end up back at my place. We had sex twice and once more in the morning and then she left, also leaving me her number (I am yet to call her). After my sex-induced haze (still in bed at this point) I noticed that I was actually not in MY bed. But in my flatmate's. I had to have been rather pissed for not noticing.
Oh well. I did not think much of it, simply went to my room and got some more sleep.
Sometime while I was sleeping my flatmate got home and half an hour later his devilspawn followed.
I woke up to shouting and screaming.
To make a long story short: I left my used condoms in my mate's room and his "girlfriend" found it and thought he was cheating on her in the half hour it took her to get to his place. She wouldn't listen to his reasoning that he could not have had sex with another girl in that short period of time. And especially not three times (we had sex three times remember).
She screamed some more, threw some pillows and stuff around, but finally left exclaiming that she was done with him and not to contact her ever again. Before she left she told (or rather shouted) that she never loved him and cheated on him quite often in the last year.
He was gobsmacked at first and couldn't fathom what just happened. After the initial shock he deduced that those must have been me condoms. I actually thought he would be mad. But he thanked me. Really, he THANKED ME.
Yeah mate, you dodged a bullet there.
You're welcome.
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