i’m married with 2 children. before i got married i had gay sex with my brother in law one night after a drunken night out the problem is that was 8 years ago and we are still seeing each other, i want to stop but every time i see him i get a strange feeling inside me, he wispers in my ear what he wants to do to me which makes me excited and fully erect within seconds, i then have to wait until he is ready to meet up for sex which can be weeks or months i’m so feed up, i want to stay in my relationship but having feeling for another man doesn’t help, more recently at work i have fallen in love with one of my male colleges so much when i see him i melt the feeling for him are much stonger than the ones for my brother in law its hurting me inside
I hate fat people. I hate their rolls of useless flab. I hate their arms that are thick as legs, and their legs as thick as trees. I hate watching them shove food into their fat mouths while they walk. I hate seeing them eat ice cream and donuts at 10 am. I hate the way they waddle. I hate their bellies hanging over their genitals. I hate the way they take up 2 seats on planes and buses. I hate the way they make excuses for being fat.
I’m a 38 yo woman and I’m seriosuly attracted to boys aged 12-16. I see them at the mall, and they are all so cute and sexy. I love their voices, the way they smell, their bodies, their faces and the way they look at me like they just came in their pants. I can’t stop flirting with them and I’m scared one day I’m going to touch one.
I no longer trust my husband.
He has always been “Mr. Perfect” and even though I used to ask him if he looked at porn he ALWAYS denied it. Thus, making me think he might be gay… or just a saint.(not sure which…) Anyhow, recently I found out after five years he is basically a porn-aholic. What is worse I just can’t shake the feeling deep down that he is gay. I would leave him in a heart beat, but a-I don’t have a way to support myself and b-I do love him… DAMN.
While in Germany I went to the Belsen Camp, the last place for Anna Frank. While walking along a path I came upon two women. I looked into their faces and noticing they were looking at me I ran the smile away from my face. At the moment I did so, I noticed the older lady suddenly erased the smile from her face and dropped her head down to look down towards the ground.
It was my thought that this was a solem place and I should not be smiling, if I was the it was like enjoying myself while visiting a grave yard. But could this older lady have been one of those who camped here all those tears ago?
I’m 17 and quite handy at fixing things. My nieghbor lady is 32 and sometimes she has me fix things in and around her house. When ever she leaves me alone in her house with a job, I go to her bedroom and find her panties that she had been wearing. I like to smell them and rub them on my cock while I jack off.
I want to confess that when I was in elementary school I choked a kid… I got enrolled into the reading aid program when I was in like 5th grade and i taught this young kid, he was like a 2nd grader. He viewed me like the older brother he never had, I do not know why but I grew to hate this kid. He looked up to me and I despised him. I’d chase him off when it was lunch or recess, i’d choke him at times to tell him to keep away from me. I had built up anger and rage from my own familial problems.
I realize that I was just a young stupid kid, but now that I have taken some psychology classes I see how badly I probably effected his psyche. I feel horrid about it every day. Yet I know there isn’t anything I can do… Apologizing would only expunge my guilt, it would do nothing to help him at this point if I even knew where he was or what his last name was even.
I do not know what I seek in this confession, all I know is that I wish I could take it back. But of cource, that is not posible… I guess because there is nothing else I can say or do. I’ll say apologize anyway…
I’m sorry Andrew… I hope you turned out ok…
When I was a boy I use to stay with my grandma sometimes in the summer. Over the years it was common for her to see me naked in and out of the bath and shower. I saw her naked a few times also while she was dressing. Sometimes she would help me towel off in the bathroom. Once when I was about 11, she was helping me and I got an erection. She was quite interested in it and she handled my cock and nuts. This caused me to have my first ejaculation. This scared me but she asured me it was ok because I was just becoming a young man. After that I got more modest and didn’t let her see me naked any more. The only thing is that as an adult it turns me on for an older woman to see me naked.
Jack me Granny
Well about 3 years ago while my wife was pregnant I was so horny. I would masterbate but that was not doing the trick. I did not want to cheat on her. I thought well maybe I can just have a guy jerl me off. Sort of a modified masterbation. I found a guy online and we met and he jerked me off. It was ok, but I was really nervous. He asked me to jerk him off to so I did. No big thrill. So I decided for a bit more. I found another guy who said he would suck me off, with nothing needed in return. So I did it. I went to his pace and he did just that. He sucked me until I came and he swallowed. I was nervous but that did feel good. I went back a couple of times and the one time a freind of his was there and he had him suck me off. I went back all together 5 times to be sucked off. Well it has been two years since then and still am horny for being sucked off. I am glad I did this. I had offers from women but that would have lead to intercourse. I did not want that. I myself have never sucked, but can’t say I have never thought about it. Well I need to add that a few months ago I did let a BBW suck on me. She did not make me cum but I jerked off for her. So now I have let 2 men suck me off, a couple guys jerk me off, and a woman suck me and stroke me, and then I jerked off for her. All in the span of around 3 years. I feel bad but I am glad I did not suck a guy or screw the woman or let the woman make me cum.
I have a long distance relationship with a girl. We met, fooled around, and now we’re back to long distance. I plan on moving up there to live with her, but I really don’t know if she’ll feel the same before I do that. It’s her first long distance relationship.
What can I do to put my worries to rest?
I think about my ex every day. I used to just have a crush on him, now I’m absolutely smitten with him and it drives me crazy to know he’s dating someone else. Now that I’m older, I fantasize about having passionate sex with him. He hints at the fact that he still loves me, but I don’t believe him all the time. He’s somewhat of a casanova and an asshole..and I love it.
I’m in a commited relationship with a guy.
But the only thing that gets me hot is thinking about other women. When I masterbate the only thing that can make me cum is thinking about a gorgeous blonde eating me out until I scream.
I love guys, they’re sweet and caring, and being wrapped in their arms is the most amazing feeling in the world. But I never did like being having sex with them. I mean no offense to men, but penises never really interested me.
I love girls because they’re soft, beautiful, and just have this glow around them. But they can be caty, mean, and over-emotional. However I still LONG to one day be able to experiment with a girl.
I love relationships with guys, but I think I would enjoy sex with women a whole lot more…
my fiance has emotionally checked out of our relationship. i know he’s been under a lot of stress and has been traveling a lot lately, but it’s lasting a long time and i feel like i have no one around me. damn it, it gets lonely.
i’m considering having an affair with someone that i met online. he’s traveling through my town in a few months and we have discussed meeting and… yeah. i don’t know what to do. in five years when i’m married i could either be kicking myself for not going for it, or hating myself because i did. i don’t know what to do.
Im married with 2 kids, but have always had a crush on my daughters english teacher. So when it was parent teacher conferences i decided to go full out, make up, skirt, no undies…
the meeting was in the science room and we where alone
i didnt really listen to what he had to say about my daughter which i felt guilty about but was too busy trying to smoothly flirt with him. I opened my legs abit, and i caught him take a glance. He stopped talking because it was the end of the conference. So i got up and went to give him a kiss on the cheek. this i knew was not usual but couldnt resist, it was the longest kiss on the cheek i have ever had. I dont know what came over me but i moved from his cheek to his lips and he kissed me back! so i sat on him with his legs open, i couldnt wait, i unzipped his pants and slowly slided his dick into me. we had the roughest passionate sex i have ever had. It was a fantasy come true. he put me on the desk and went down on me, i returned the favour and he came all over my mouth. i cleaned myself up and said goodbye. Now every time my daughter mentions him i feel sooo guilty but it was defiantly worth it. i cant wait till next parent teacher conferences. i might book him twice.
I think I’m pregnant. AGAIN. You’d think after one scare I’d be more careful. The condom slipped off again. We should have been more careful. I should have been more careful. I can’t believe this. I’m freaking out. I turned 16 only three weeks ago.
I didn’t even really want to have sex this time. I’ve been going through so much lately, my emotions weren’t even in it. I figured that if I kept going with the physical, the emotional would soon kick in. I just couldn’t say no to him. We get to see each other alone so rarely. And we were both looking forward to it. But when the moment happened, the mood just didn’t strike me. And it hurt like hell. But he’s such a sweet boy and he loves me. And I love him. I just can’t tell him this. He goes to church each sunday for goodness sakes. Even though we were both each other’s firsts, sometimes I think that I also took away HIS innocence. And lately I think that the only way he can express his way of telling me he loves me is through the physical. And right now all I want is the emotional.
Now I don’t know what to do. I’m so frightened. God help me.
In college I was on a junior year abroad in Europe, and the city I was studying in had an annual festival in its Medeival “old city” (complete with cathedral). The festival was relatively tame, consisting mostly of going out drinking.
Well I had been walking around the old city alone, not being much of a drinker myself, and was getting ready to head back to my dorm. I was walking past an alley and saw a man whose back was to me, who was moving in a weird way. Once I looked closer, it looked like he was making out with a woman against the back wall of the alley, although I couldn’t see much of her. I don’t know what posessed me, but I walked slowly and quietly into the alley. It soon became clear that he wasn’t making out with a woman as much as *fucking* a woman, standing up, in an alley! It also became clear that the 2 of them were drunk out of their minds and didn’t know the world existed, let alone notice me.
I was so turned on by the idea of watching people fucking that I abandoned all sense and walked right up to them, but they still didn’t notice me. I could hear him grunting as he was pumping into her. Then, I don’t know what posessed me, but I reached my hand in the direction of her pussy to feel it. What I instead felt was his cock pumping in and out. I guess it was because I couldn’t see what I was doing, and I was not in my right mind, and it all hapenned fast, but somehow my finger ended up *in* her pussy, while his cock was still pumping! I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was many years ago. It was my right index finger, his cock was rubbing the back of it, and the front if it was touching her pussy wall, which felt extremely wet.At this point I regained my senses and felt some normal fear finally. I pulled my finger out and ran away. I glanced over my shoulder and saw he was still fucking her exactly the same (I guess the alcohol was slowing down his cuming) as if they hadn’t noticed my finger invasion at all.
Once I got a chance to think about it, I came up with the theory that even if they felt my finger, each one probably assumed that the other one was putting their finger in there. Once I ran for a few minutes and could see they weren’t running after me, I looked at my finger under a street light, and the front was covered with something that looked like semen, but a little more on the clear side. I’m not sure if it was just her secretions or if there was some male cum too. Definitely one of the hottest things I’ve done.