Secret Confessions

i love it when i get a boy to cheat on his girlfriend with me. it makes me feel like i am better then her, that i can help him in a way she can not.
its an eternal turn on that gets me everytime. i love the way they look at me, when they have the girl in their arms, and they still steal a glance at me. they want her to leave, so they can have me.
its an amazing feeling.

Lyndsie, i have known your for years and you are one of my best friends. I have known your boyfriend even longer. Before you and he got together, He and i were having sex. I was cheating on my boyfriend with him. Then he and my bf and i moved in together and were roommates. Once you and he got together we didnt stop. I tried to but he would seduce me and i would give in. On tuesday nights when you were at school and my bf was gone i would go down stairs and we would have sex. It was hot and dirty. I would even go meet him at his shop where he worked and we would do it. I have never told you cause I love your friendship and i don’t want to lose you as a friend. I just cant help it. He and i were together long before he got with you and it’s hard for us to stop.

While mostly everyone in our downtown office was away on a business trip, I screwed my coworker in the server room. We have been screwing for a while but that day i got a text from him to meet him in the server room for a tryst. It was incredible and unforgetable!!!!

I am a 17 year old guy, classified as hot by many… Even though i pretend to be happy and innocent its all fake. I am always hurting inside, constantly. when i was young i was abused not by 1 but 3 people! Once i finally manage to escape 1, the other comes right at along. it started with my uncle, then my older cousin and finally my tutor. I managed to avoid them. However even at my age my uncle and cousin try get to me. i fear being alone with them because due to my past, i am deathly afraid of being raped and i almost become immobilized. I can’t tell a soul. I am ashamed to say anything. Recently, my uncle has been around a lot, bringing back painful memories. HE acts like nothing ever happened… My grades have been dropping and I’ve been loosing myself. i am trying to move on, i am trying to live my life.

but…

Its just not working… and it hurts that i am keeping such a deep secret hidden and my friendships based on a fake cheerful lie.

My husband raped me. He took advantage of me and, despite my protests, raped me. I stared at the ceiling while he held me down and prayed for it to be over.

I haven’t told a soul till now. A lot of people have asked, point blank, if I’d ever been abused or taken advantage of sexually and I can’t bring myself to admit that it. Even in the vaguest sense. I want so badly to believe that I am one of those women who’d never been raped or exploited. Just now I’m realizing how much it affects me all the time.

I tried to tell myself that he was my husband, so he had the right, but I feel like he took something I can’t get back. And I can’t bring myself to admit that he had that power.

i walked awkwardly cos i had sex with a guy who has a huge cock last night! the largest i’ve ever seen! and i guess my vagina might have tear a bit but no way i’ll go to the hospital to get help! i’ll probably walk like i wanna pee for few more days!

stop asking me!

btw, guys, size really doesn’t matter! no worries if u don’t have a large one! i’d rather having sex with my ex than having this aftermath! and large one doesn’t make the sex more satisfying!

I’ve never had sex before but I hear my friends talk about it. I’ve watched adult videos before. I’m so afraid of contracting STDs or STIs. I cannot get over the bearer, and I’m afraid I never will. On the other hand, they say it feels good and I want to feel it too. I want to be those crazy girls who have a exciting sex life yet not to the extent of being labeled slut/whore. Yet I want to have it with the one I love. Contradicting, yup. But it would be so boring to have only one sex-partner and too dangerous to have many..

I like it when you say you only sleep with me because of how I look and want nothing to do with me relationship-wise. It makes me feel so good about how I look, I take it to mean that I don’t need to have a fantastic personality to make up for mediocre looks to get guys. Because you are beautiful, and I stare at you in your sleep.

I slept with my best friend’s husband and I’m not sorry about it. Truthfully, I hated her secretly and wanted to hurt her. I like to think of her being angry and hurt and I hope she cries every night. I did it the day after they got back from their honeymoon and I have been doing it ever since. I want to tell her so I can watch her cry. I want to tell her it’s all her own fault. She doesn’t deserve him. She’s an idiot and I want to tell her all the things that are wrong with her and I want to tell her that he’s the best sex I ever had and I know that she’s not good enough for him. I am happy when I hang out with her and know that I’ve just had sex with him. I pretend to date other men when the truth is, I want him to leave her and tell her that she’s totally worthless.

I have been sleeping with your brother ever since we have been together. We fool around every chance we get. And even had a threesome with him and his boss in the toilets at the pub. I have also cheated on you with M several times and I still cant get him out of my mind.
I am never going to do it again.
Im sorry all of that is what it takes to realise that you are the one I want to spend my life with.
Never again.

All of growing up (im 17) I’ve always wanted to wait until i got married to have sex, that is until recently. my boyfriend and i had talked about it before but i know i wasnt ready and i dont think he was fully ready either. well one night we were talking very seriously about having sex and i realized that i was ready and wanted it so bad. my parents left over night and the house was empty. i snuck my boyfriend (who lives two hours away) into the house and we had sex. i have no regrets and glad we did it. and somehow we didnt get caught but im afraid somebody will find out.in one way i dont want my friends and family to know but in another way i do cuz i dont like lying to them.

Over the weekend my husband and I had a threesome with another man. It was absolutely incredible! We had a great time. I was so excited, I wanted to tell someone but that of course was out of the question. I was so happy I found this website because here I can.

I slept with my ex boyfriend in January when I knew he had a current girlfriend. We agreed we was going to just hang out as friends, but one thing lead to another and we had sex. I thought about telling his girlfriend especially since I cant stand her, but then decided to not tell her. I still miss him sometimes and think about him.

I’m a 26 yr old single straight female, who has lately been having a lot of thoughts of having sex with another female. I just want another girl to undress me, kiss me passionately and I really want to know how it feels to touch anothers breasts.

I cant get it out of my head, and I dont know any females that would be willing to do this with me. Therefore it would have to be a stranger and I have often thought of calling an escort service, but I know I would regret it afterwards. The thought of STD’s scares me and the fact that I’m from the Middle East and this is really not appropriate. I consider myself Middle Eastern/American.

If we use my dildo and keep it just kissing, do you think I would be safe?

I work with you, but you know that.

You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’ve always been a sucker for green eyes and curly hair, but yours are the most amazing, and you hair is always perfect and curly. I’ve had a crush on you since you trained me. Your taste in music is incredible, and you’re so smart!

How could you expect me not to fall for you?

I was so unhappy in my relationship, and we became friends, and hanging out with you was the highlight of my weeks.

And then the night before mother’s day, you were supposed to come over, but my girlfriend had Ugly-Nasty over and was hanging out, so we decided to leave. But we got to talking about music, and we made a mixtape for the night. I listen to it every day.

And then you suggested that we get two six packs and go for a walk in the rain to a spot in the park where the railroad tracks cross over the water, and I think that if I were taking you on a date, that’s exactly the kind of thing I would want to do.

But then my mom called at the grocery store, remember? She said all that about the tornado watch, so we just drove around all those cool back roads, and eventually we went to her house to decide what to do. And we decided to park at my aunt’s house and walk to the tunnel with our six packs and drink them there.

And we did. And if I could go back and walk in the rain with you again, I would walk until my legs couldn’t walk anymore.

But I don’t tell you that.

I could never tell you that.

Remember when we were in the tunnel and we talked about our dreams and fears and most embarrassing moments? And you told me about the radio station in Spokane, and how you’re afraid to fail, and I told you about my fear of religion, and how I wish I weren’t a lesbian sometimes.

And you were so comforting and sympathetic.

But then we ran out of beer, and it was time to go, and we were both kind of drunk. And in the car, you said we could just go back to your place, because Ugly-nasty and my girlfriend were at my apartment and they were rude to us.

I walked in, and I started sizing up your living room couch, because I thought I’d be sleeping there, but you took me into your room, and you showed me your bed, and you said it was called the marshmallow, and it was super comfy. So I laid down in it.

And you put on the mixtape and started lighting candles until it looked like you had the lights on. And I asked if you were a candle person, and you said you were. I said that was cool.

And the music was playing and the candles were burning and we were drinking, and we talked. We talked for awhile.

And then I was talking about school. I think I was talking about one of my friends, and I was in the middle of a word, and I saw something change in you. Your beautiful green eyes looked different, and in a split second, you leaned forward, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me to you to kiss me.

It was the best kiss I’ve ever felt. Ever. And I’ve kissed a lot of people.

And it didn’t take long for me to realize what was happening, and when I did, I pulled away, and I asked you a question.
“How long have you wanted to kiss me?”

And you gave me the most adorable answer.
“Since you walked with me in the rain.”

And then we were kissing again. You were really kissing me. You were holding me, rolling over me, kissing my neck and my ears, and then you said something that I’ve played over in my head a million times in two weeks and a day.

“I don’t want to break your heart.”

And I don’t remember what I said back.

Then things were blurry for a minute, and I remember your sweatpants coming off. I helped, but only after you started. And then you helped me take my shorts off. And then our shirts came off. And sometime thereafter our bras. And there we were, kissing in your bed, wearing just our panties.

And we were okay with that.

You loved the knee trick. You know, the one where I used my knee between your legs, and you wrapped yourself around me. And I kissed your neck and legs, and you were so into it.

But then I moved my hand from your neck to between your legs, and I asked if it was okay. I did that a lot. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. And you said it was. And you felt so amazing pressed against my body. And you loved what I did to you. You bit my shoulder, and I thought it was the cutest thing you did all night.

I felt infinite with you.

But it was over quickly, and you asked if I liked to spoon, and I wanted to say I was just happy to be near you, but instead I kept cool and said I could do that. And you were my big spoon, just for a few hours.

When we woke up, I woke up first. I looked at your back, and how beautiful it was. You’re perfect, you know that? I got dressed before you woke up and went out on the porch to think about what I’d done. I’d cheated, but it was worth it. Not only did I get to spend a night with a girl who I thought was a goddess, but I’d been given a way out of my relationship.

I knew I needed to find a way out after you because of how much better it felt being with you than it ever felt being with her. I know how good it can be when you have chemistry with someone now. I didn’t have that with her.

And I went back in and tried to fall asleep again and finally did, and we got up and ready at nine to go to work for our doubles.

We went to starbucks, and then I took you to get your car at my apartment. And you said you’d see me at work. And I kissed her when I got home and told her I’d see her that night and I loved her. Only one of those was true.

All day I had campers. Tables weren’t turning, so I had all this free time, and I spent most of it helping you, because you were slammed. And I had such a good day, because you were there.

And that night I broke up with her. And she was crushed. She loved me so much. And now I miss her a lot, but I know I can’t be with her when I feel this way about you. It’s not fair to her. And it’s also not fair to me with the way that we didn’t get along anymore anyway.

She hates you now, and I don’t blame her.

We didn’t talk for almost a week, because he came to town to visit for five days, and then one night you texted me and invited me over, and told me that what happened didn’t change anything. And I felt so much better.

And now we laugh at work and make jokes, and I think you know how I feel, because sometimes you shoot me these huge, adorable smiles.

I picked up this morning because I didn’t know if you were working AM or PM, and I wanted to see you. I love just being around you. I was glad when you said you were working a double. I sort of figured something was wrong. I hope your mom’s okay. And I’m sorry you had a bad day today and left early because of her. You didn’t tell me what was wrong, but I heard you tell him when I was rolling silverware.

I sent you a text after work that said “Hope your day got better dude.” I added dude so you wouldn’t think I think of you like I do, but I do.

I’m sorry I’m so crazy about you. I don’t want to lose your friendship. It means a lot to me. I wish I could shake these feelings. I dream about you. I’m completely infatuated with you.

I know you’re not a lesbian, but just be true to yourself here. And if I’m misreading you, I’m sorry. Just don’t break my heart by not being my friend anymore. Please.

Oh, by the way,

I like being your dirty little secret.