Confession Point

When you must confess!

ive been with my man for almost 4 years now. i loove him to death (i think). i work at a club as a dancer and of course i have to interact with alot of guys and most of the time its more acting and dramatics than anything. u know moaning, fuck faces, what ever it takes to get a guy going strong enough to make him want to spend his life savings on me. one night while danceing for this supersexy guy about 5 years older than me i found my self all off my husle and the tables turned. when it was over the guy some how he had managed to make me cum all over him and myself. The worse part of it all is i loved it but feel really guilty. i need a second opinion.


Im in love with a pimp. He never told me anything “slick” or lied to me to get what he wanted [I WISH I HAD ASKED] . his bestfriend was dateing my best friend so without knowing anything about him I fucked him, it was awesome. by the third time I was already addicted. I wasnt sure what to make of the relationship.

He would pick fuck me in the most passionate manner possible, then take me home. I couldnt help my self at 19 much like the sex i was falling hard and fast he was in his mid 20’s. He knew what say what to do were to touch. i have a weakness for great massages and he definately had the midas touch. After two months of the best sex ever he asked me to move in with him. i dint understand we had never officially agreed to the whole boyfrind girlfriend deal. I mean thats what i wanted but that would have been just to damn good to be true. he’s got his own money own house own car he showers everyday and he has brains. i thought it was a trick question. I thought i had enough bad experiences to know the differences between love and lust, and this was definitely love. eventually i packed my shit and went for it. I couldnt stand the thought of a broken heart again so i told my self that no matter what i was gonna do what ever it took to make this work. i cold have never prepared my self for what was next.

he had never mentioned her before and didnt say very much that day besides “oh yeah, this is old girls room” as if I was supposed to have known who the fuck “old girl” was. i applied at the gentlemans club the day before i moved in with them. the next day when he picked me up for work i trid to open the back door to put my things in the car when the window cracked and a pettite nicely manicured hand popped out. she was pretty and cool as shit. I didnt know what to do besides smile and smoke til i was to high to care about the thousand questions running through my mind . that was 4years ago. my parents love him. My grandmother even has a picture of him in her liveing room. I actually love the thought of knowing that hes fucking other girls and i know all about them rather than past relatonships when i found out about other girls the hards way. i dont think i could breath without him but how will i ever tell the people who care about me the most that I dance at a topless bar making almost 1000 dollars a day and go home and gives it all up to this pimp who i fell madly in love with way to hard & way to fast they think is simply my boyfriend. where will i start? help me please


Ok, so I guess this is where I can confess and get things off my chest. Just so all of you know, I am a married man with two beautiful children and a loving wife who I couldn’t be happier with. This all happened before I was happy…

I had been talking to my friend on the phone (she is now my wife) who lived in a different part of the country then I did, and at this point I had never met her. I met her off of the internet. The day before she flew up I went to another friends house because she called and asked me to come over, we’ve had history together, so I went. As we were sitting on her couch watching T.V. she leaned into me an aggressively pushed her tongue in my mouth, it was beautiful. I wanted her so bad, she said she would give it to me again if I just forgot about my “cross country friend” and stayed with her. Needless to say I couldn’t do that so I left for my home.
Well I met my future wife for the first time and things were good at first I never told her about that night before I met her. A few months after I met my future wife but she went home…
I met these two college females a month later and would hang out with them alot. We played alot of beer games, strip poker, kings, make-out sessions, etc. I also felt, not fingered, but felt one of the chicks pussies one night.
That college rendezvous lasted short, my future wife came back from across the country. We definitely had a rocky relationship the entire time, I never fooled around when she came back. When she went back to her home state we found that she was pregnant so I quickly had to grow-up. Well, I joined the Army (which I hate). As I was in training and my now Wife at home pregnant I went to a strip club and ended up giving this older 33 yrs old stripper, I was 21 yrs old, a finger bang for what seemed like for ever. As she was giving me a lap dance she let me rub her pussy through her thong, then under her thong. She was really wet so I slid my fingers, two of them, in her pussy and felt her entire cunt as I was fingering her I had the hardest cock but was to torn to do anything about it. After I was threw, she barely spoke or understood english and told me she had cum and would be right back to take care of me. I felt really dirty so I sneaked past her into the bathroom and washed my hand, several times, and went back to the barracks. To this day I wonder what it would have felt like to fuck her pussy with my cock. Oh well I’ll never know, I’m so in love with my wife and everyday I’m sorry for what I’ve done, but I’ll never tell her for shame of myself.