I want to do something big before I break up w my gf.
her bday is coming up n she is planning on getting blackout wasted.
im planning on getting a hotel for 'romantic' bday sex but my real intention is to get her back to the hotel wasted and find guys around the hotel to use her.

Here is a legit confession for you arm chair psychologists. I am a male in his 30's and have known since I was 14 that I was a pedophile. I have never acted on these desires in fact I have never even been with a woman. I have been with men, but I don't consider myself gay since with men my attraction is purely physical. All my romantic interests have been in women even if nothing ever came from them.

Back to the pedophile issue. When I am looking at porn of a young girl legal or not if I find her attractive I more often than not do not find myself fantasizing of doing things to them. I am often wishing I was them. This extends not just to young girls but women as well. Now when it first dawned on me that I was having these feelings I thought well maybe I am truly gay and not just bi as I had previously believed, but even when I find myself wishing I was a particular girl that I happen to be watching. I am still not really imagining any real romantic connections with men. I don't know I am just all sorts of messed up I guess.

Hi I wanted to share some pics for any girls that are interested. Here's the thing, almost all guys just post their dick do some super standard dirty talking and honestly, I am doing this because you girls desperately need a real guy that will talk to you like a human being. Tell me when you get to know someone and your actually into them that it doesn't make the whole situation million times better. Seriously, I can't guarantee I'll like everyone but you will not regret stepping into the erotic and honestly romantic:

I’m not gay I’m a sissy faggot.
Don’t have any romantic interest in men. Infact I love women. Especially slutty women. But sexual I want to be a slutty women. I want to be a public whore. I want men to fuck me like the 19yo NO LIMIT cum slut I see my self as.

Honestly I think my ideal relationship would be with an older couple say 50’s. Serving under the fat BBW fuck pig wife. I imagine being all dressed up and bound up in the corner. Chastised and plugged wearing a funnel gag and serving as a urinal for the wife’s drunken Gand bang party. I as I watch her fat roll bounce like a lava lamp as she takes 3 cocks at once I am truly in love. I worship this woman and all she can take. After the last cream pie my gag is removed and the fat balding husband drags me by my pigtails to the end of the bed shoving my face into my loves fat gaping blown out cum filled pussy and Bellows “EAT!!” As I burry my face in her massive pussy he tears away my plad skirt and panties and violently rips my princess plug out of my sissy ass. As I let out a massive shreek the woman I love orgasms and sprays all those strangers cum and her piss all over my face. Then I feel the cock of the fat old man that ownse the woman I love slam into my sissy pussy as he degrades me. He angerly explains that worthless fat pigs need to be used and abuesd by true alpha men and that’s the only thing worth less than a fat pig slut is the sissy boy that loves her for the disgusting pig she is.

I hate this Man I truly despise him except for the fact that he is 💯% right. And for that reason I worship this man. I gladly such his old sweaty balls. I gladly rim his ass and drink his piss because he’s right. I am madly in love with his fat pig slut of a wife. She has no limits then neither should I.

After all the men have brutally fucked me and my lovely pig has cum 2 more times they drag me into the bathroom floor and piss all over me.ad I lay there my my 300 pound public slit waddles in and crouches over my face and tells me I was a very good slit trainee today and I deserve a reward. As I see he blown out but hole lower over my mouth she wispers “in been saving this for you for the past hour”. She then squirts a massive load of strangers cum mixed with her shit into my open mouth. She then kisses me on the forehead and wispers in proud of you.

As I lay there savoring the beautiful gift given to me by the woman I love. I realize. This is where I belong this is who I was mentioned to be.

Last week at this time I was at a bbq where my hostess had kindly thought of me and invited her friend Ben, the cutest little twink I’ve seen in quite a bit. Anyway, we had chemistry from the start and all afternoon we flirted like teens. Bumping and rubbing casually in passing. The day wore on and the alcohol flowed and in a not so casual moment I caught him coming out of the bathroom and pushed him back in locking the door behind me. After one fast probing kiss I pulled his shorts down and sucked his hardening cock into my mouth. The most brazen thing I’ve done in years! The vodka did help lol. Lucid enough to know I didn’t want to be caught I made no pretense of this blow job. I wanted cum and I wanted it fast. Ben obliged handsomely. I swallowed the first cum that wasn’t my own in three and a half months and it was fantastic! I stood, pulling his shorts up and got my own surprise kiss in return. We scooted out of the bathroom without being caught and rejoined the party with nobody the wiser. I knew right then we weren’t done.

Ensconced in the darkest corner of the yard watching fireworks with his hands rubbing my inner thighs sending goosebumps throughout my body he agreed to come home with me. I wish I could tell you that it was romantic but it wasn’t. It was urgent needful primal sex. Which looking back might have been romantic in its own right. We gave and took from each other what we needed in the moment and fell asleep sated. The morning brought if not tenderness, a more luxurious languid love making. I saw him to the door and with his cum leaking out of me kissed him and invited him to the party I was hosting that day.

many years ago I met and fell in love with a girl. we got engaged. years later I met another girl and we hit it off immediately. we fell hard. Never touched, never did anything wrong. I married the first girl, because I felt I had an obligation. Now, nine years later, i torture myself and the second girl by remaining very close, platonic friends. I don't cheat on my wife becuase I don't want to turn into one of those men that fuck around. I don't know if I love my wife romantically anymore and i can't leave her because I don't want to hurt her.

Question for you: what would you do in my situation?

My wife has recently picked up a sexual appetite way beyond her normal one. I mean, from once a month or less, to every night. I know she's going through a mid-life crisis, and she's challenging herself in every way possible - especially sexually. She's gone from very vanilla to, well, a lot less vanilla, but not anywhere near as kinky as I'd like, but hey - it's a very pleasant change.

I've found out that her appetites have changed about the same time as she's started having a bit of a thing for a work colleague. She's clearly interested, as is he - and I suspect that sooner or later it'll develop into an affair, if I'm honest. Now the sex doesn't really bother me - one of my kinks would be to get more into the whole swing/swap scene, but the dishonesty/emotional connection side of things does have more of a concern for me. I'm all for her fucking other guys, but only for the fucking, not because of the deeper side of things - which I worry is more what she's looking for. Clearly I'm not fulfilling something in her life, but after 8 years of marriage I guess the romance gets replaced with a comfort thing, which can be easily overlooked in favour of a new guy with a poem and a bunch of cheap flowers.

Her friends have talked to me because I think they recognise she's on the verge of going "off the rails" and, in their own words, it's not because of something I've done, but just because she's hit that point in her life where she's wanting to go crazy. I'm an innocent bystander, they say. They want me to come over all the romantic hero, and sweep her off her feet so she stays loyal: but the kinky dog in me wants something else :)

Personally I'm no angel. I've been with prostitutes; I've slept around on one night stands; I've hooked up with people I've met on work conferences and screwed around. So don't picture me as the guy on the moral high ground. No way.

My personal thought on all this is: I don't care if she screws around, and I might get her to agree to some kinky shit that I've wanted to do for some time (threesomes, foursomes, outdoor group sex with strangers and more). I might think about discussing an open relationship with her, which she might actually go for as she'd be given by me an open invite to follow up on the attraction she's got with the guy from work.

So - what would you dirty minded fuckers do? (and it makes a change that there's nobody under-aged involved, which disappoints me deeply: I love "fucking reported" guy and hope he posts on my thread just for me). Thanks, pervs.

I confess, and this is no joke:

I wish I could kill my wife and put her out of my life. I hate her and her fucking mom with a passion. I have kids with her and I hate that they are starting to act just like her and her mom. Both are fucking jobless never-gonna-be-shit fucks. I was forced into this marriage for pity sake. She almost left me a few months ago but I fought to keep her back. I am a complete, hopeless romantic dumbass who is too proud to imagine another man fucking her, even though I hate her. Do I really hate her or do I hate my own life? I have contemplated suicide but never had the balls to do it. This is the wrong site to ask for help but I think I need serious help. I would never kill anyone, I just hate my situation. I never thought my life would be like this.

A gamer friend of mine called me up, he wanted me to go with him to do some live action roleplaying for Halloween. I told him I wasn’t interested, that I was just going to chill at home with my wife. Wife told me to go with him and that she was going to chill with her girlfriend anyway (she’s bisexual). I shrugged. No big deal, it was a pretty boring Halloween so far.
I arrived at my friend’s house and followed him to some rented out warehouse.
“We’re playing Vampire the Masquerade, there are a lot of sexy women here bro, so if I disappear I’m nailing one of them,” he said with a smirk. This peaked my interest, and rightly so. I would come to find out that geeks are more open (or perhaps desperate) for sex than your average person at a bar. It was surreal.
My friend helped me make my character sheet. I had reservations about this, it seemed very silly and immature for a guy of my age to be doing.
“Remember, you’re Bruja – the Anarchist Vampire class,” and he rambled off a bunch of shit that I can’t even fucking remember. Red wine was prevalent. There was a $15 fee to enter but you got a plastic goblet and as much red wine as you wanted. I looked around, women in tight black corsets with milky white cleavage, black lipstick – some fat, some skinny, some voluptuous – all sexy as fuck.
I was dressed all in black, hair slicked back – and had a full goblet of wine. The wine was pretty sweet, I liked it. If I didn’t watch myself I could easily get hammered.
My friend knew people at this event, so he decided to flutter off and do his own thing leaving me to pretty much stand there and do nothing. I didn’t even know where he went off too.
I felt really fucking stupid.
“What do we have here,” a skinny guy said, eyeing me, “a piece of shit bruja out of his cage? Well? Speak when spoken to zealot!”
On his side he was flanked by two very sexy women. One was completely dressed in a black flowing dress while the other wore a red and black corset; a black miniskirt and thigh high fuck me boots. Damn.
“My apologies, I’m new around here. A friend left me to wander around and I can’t seem to find him.”
Well, that was the end of my short life as a vampire it seems. This guy was some super powerful ‘elitist vampire’ and knew I was a total newbie at the game and decided to kill me for experience points. Something I found really funny was the “rock paper scissors” game that determined if you hit the other person or not. Anyway, I lost and I was slaughtered. The girl in the miniskirt frowned, shook her head and then winked at me.
“Out of character: You can create another character,” the guy said as he walked off with the two hot ladies.
I did, I created a new character - but I decided to fill my goblet again and just sit down and do some people watching. A few people wandered up to me and talked to me.
One thing they would say if they wanted to talk normal to you is “Out of character before saying what they had to.”
Across the warehouse I notice a woman pull a tit out and a guy sink his fake vampire teeth into it. Interesting. Two vampire ladies were holding each other close romantically and kissed.
I looked down into my goblet of wine, thinking how much of an asshole my friend was for ditching me.
“Out of character: Are you still dead or did you create a new character?” I heard a soft woman’s voice say.
I looked up, it was the hot woman with the red corset. She had short black hair, pale white skin with dark red lipstick. Her tits were popping out of the corset with a passion, it was definitely too small for her. She was stunning. Her eyes were a cold blue, fake contacts but hot as hell. She smiled at me, showing me her damn near authentic looking fangs.
“Out of character: I made a new character, damn those fangs look real!” I said, blushing a bit because she obviously caught me checking her body out.
“I’m a oral hygienist, I work at a dentist’s office and crafted them myself! A lot of people here get me to make them for them, I charge from $300 to $500 depending on what people want done,” she said looking into my eyes. Then she added, “they’re sharp enough to actually work too. Glad you made a new character, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to play with you!” She laughed.
“Name is Megan,” she said smiling and shook my hand. I told her my name too.
She flicked one of the teeth with her pierced tongue. I wondered what she wanted from me.
She grabbed my hand, “let’s play.”
We walked around for a few hours, she introduced me to different people. My friend was nowhere in sight so I asked Megan about him.
“He’s probably involved in the blood orgy,” she said, “he usually is. I don’t like that aspect of it. I’m kinda shy and like my fucking to be a bit more personal, one on one… you know?” This is when she turned and looked directly into my eyes, it was a ‘fuck the shit out of me’ look and there was no denying it.
What in the actual fuck did I stumble into here? A LARP swingers group??
Her cobalt blue eyes pierced my soul as she looked at me. Holy shit, she wanted me to kiss her. My heart was beating insanely. My mouth met hers, our tongues intertwined. Instinctively I reached for one of her breasts, so soft and perfect. She moaned. She grabbed my hand and led me to ‘her lair’ which was a room (an old office?) that didn’t have any windows and a door that could be locked. She shut the door and lit a candle. Her hands fumbled to unbutton my pants; she pulled my pants and my underwear down and was immediately on her knees taking my dick inside her mouth. The teeth were sharp as fuck. Not going to lie, it hurt.
At that moment, guilt set in but not for me – just because I thought she needed to know that I couldn’t date her because I was a married man. Her mouth moved up and down my shaft, those teeth lightly grazing my cock, she’d bite down a bit sometimes.
“Out of character: I’m married,” I said as I gasped.
She stopped sucking on me, “Same. Here, in this world – you’re dead as am I, relax and let the world of the living slip away.” She gripped my cock and started sucking the tip, and flicked her piercing on the head. I wanted to bust a nut all over her pretty face, but I held off. My hands fingered through her silky black hair, I pulled her up to meet my lips once again. My hand went under her skirt, pushing the thong she wore to one side and I plunged a finger into her wet pussy. She moaned and bit my neck. That would leave a mark. I gripped her breast with my other hand and pulled it out of her corset. She undid her corset and let it fall to the ground, she slid out of her skirt and thong. She was naked all but the fuck me boots, her body was that of a goddess. Perfectly proportioned, I’ve never met a woman that I’ve fucked in real life that measured up to how perfect this woman was. She had a little tuff of black hair above her pussy, her skin was so milky white – it wasn’t makeup, Megan actually didn’t get a lot of sunlight.
She laid down on the ground and spread her legs, inviting me in. I mounted her missionary as she wrapped her legs around my back. Each and every thrust I felt her moving in synch with me, perfect rhythm and timing. Her soft tits were giggling with each thrust as my saliva dripped into her mouth with each kiss and lick. She grabbed me by the neck and pushed me to the side and mounted me. Her tits bounced up and down on my chest. I grabbed her beautiful round ass cheeks and spanked her as she moaned, riding my stiff cock. I grabbed at her full breasts and sucked on her rock hard nipples. I could feel her wetness dripping out of her pussy down my balls. She rode me for a good 20 minutes and suddenly started shaking, bucking and convulsing with one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever witnessed. She screamed with pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” she said, nearly breathless. Megan started bucking on my cock again, “your turn.”
She leaned down and kissed me with her soft red lips, then bit my neck again. I could feel her fake porcelain teeth puncturing my skin and I moaned. Her sharp blood red nails dug into my sides as she tried to hold me even closer. She felt how hard my cock was, and knew I was about to explode.
She looked into my eyes, “it’s okay,” she whispered, “I want your energy inside me,” and that did it for me… WAIT… ENERGY?!? I literally began to ejaculate load after load inside her as she bucked and fucked my cock like a pro. My stiff cock jumped inside her, hot pulsating shots of cum spraying deeper and deeper within her vaginal cavity. I let out a guttural grunt and moan with each and every ejaculation. Her pussy gripped me, like it knew exactly how to make me feel, like it knew how to keep my cock spraying cum for an eternity. I couldn’t stop cumming. Even when she dismounted me, my cock was jumping and cum was still dripping out of it. I can’t remember cumming so hard, ever. Who was this chick??
I felt her mouth take my cock, she cleaned me off. Megan rested her head on my chest.
“I’m in an open marriage in the land of the living,” I said, my body trying to get me to shut down and sleep.
“I’m not, I’m married to an asshole cop who is a drunk,” she whispered, “he fucks other women I’m sure of it.”
“My wife has a girlfriend, she says I can have one too. I mean, I know we just met and we just had sex…”
“I’ll give you my email address, not my phone number. God help you if we fall in love. I’d be that home wrecking bitch all you bastards are afraid of,” she said laughing.
“I won’t leave my wife, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you at all.”
We got dressed. We were only fucking for about an hour and people were still about. Megan showed me where the ‘blood orgy’ was taking place, and sure enough there was my friend – passed out with two naked women next to him. I laughed.
Megan looked at me, “what’s so funny?”
“Who would have thought that going to a roleplaying game on Halloween would end in getting laid and witnessing an orgy. You guys know how to party that is for sure.”
I kissed Megan goodnight, she held me tight and told me she didn’t want to let me go. I left my friend Kevin behind to sleep between to naked ladies. What an evening.
I got home and my wife was waiting up for me, “damn, you had fun!“ she said laughing and looking at my neck. “They think they’re real fucking vampires or something?”
“Maybe, but there sure was some real fucking going on,” I said. My wife smelled me, she could smell Megan’s perfume. She reached down the front of my pants and felt my cock, still damp from fucking and smelled her fingers, then licked them “I’d eat her out, she tastes nice,” my wife said kissing me on the lips.
“Yeah, it turns out – geeks have fun after all…”
I really want to date Megan. I don’t have a girlfriend, but Megan… oh Megan, I want more of her.
Not only did I get laid, but there was lesbians and everything under the sun going on at this event. It sparked my intrigue. Best. Halloween. Ever.

I confess, the C P lovers just don't make sense to me.
I get everyone has their own opinion and stuff like that - shit, I like beasty myself.
But, just ew. They should be nurtured, not used. :\
I dunno. Maybe it's just because I don't see how there can be anything more than a sexual usage, there's no way for a romantic connection.

Confession #4

WARNING: THOSE OF YOU LOOKING FOR A RAUNCHY STORY----THIS IS NOT IT. THIS IS SOMETHING I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE, BUT I DID. IT BORDERS ON ROMANTIC.

So this confession is about me being a bad friend to someone I went to high school with...my friend Stacy. I will start out by saying that Stacy and I have not talked since high school, simply because out lives took us different directions, not because of what I am about to share with you. To my knowledge she has no idea that this even took place. I am not sure my exact age, but I know I wasn't driving yet, so I had to have been 14 or 15. My friend Stacy was dating guy named Scott. "Scotty" as I called him. He had dark black hair and these amazing green eyes. I believe he was about 18 or 19 years old, a few years older than myself.

One night Stacy's mom was working all night, so we had a part at her house. Scotty had the contact for more alcohol and was going to pick up some more for the party. Stacy didn't want to leave her house with people in it, so Scotty and I went to pick up more party juice. We didn't go straight to pick up more beer. Instead Scotty turned to me and said "want to go drive around the lake once?". Uhh... yeah.

The local lake is just a couple miles away, so we drove there and ended up parking the car look at the stars. There we sat, both of us knowing that while nothing was happening...something was about to. He kept sliding a little closer, attempting to point out constellations. Before we realized it we were snuggling into one another, pretending to look at the stars, while secretly dying to kiss. And as if he read my mind, he said my name... I turned to look at him... he gently cupped my face and kissed me brilliantly. About an hour later we realized that we needed to get our asses back to the party!

We went back and made up some story about not being able to find the contact for more beer etc. Stacy bought our lie and we went back to being acquaintances at the party. Stacy ended up getting so drunk that she passed out on her bed downstairs. As people left Scotty and I found ourselves the last ones up and able to speak our name without needing a slurred speech translator.

Downstairs was a pool table, and I slid myself onto the side and sat there talking with Scotty. He crept his way closer and nuzzles himself between my legs, just gently pressing his body against me as my thighs were spread and my eyes looking up into his deep green eyes. Ugh, his smile was gorgeous and because of that, i was helpless to resist when he leaned down and kissed me again. We peeked over into the next room where his girlfriend/my friend was passed out cold and we went for it!!

We started in hot and heavy. Before the night was up, Scotty and I had completely crossed the line and had sex on the pool table in Stacy's basement. She had no idea that next morning when she awoke that Scotty and I had hooked up about 10 feet from her that previous night. Scotty and I continued to "steal kisses" when we were around each other. We hooked up a couple more times before he left for college and I remember my naughty, bad-friend decisions with a bitter sweet taste in my mouth.

Stacy, if you'r out there, I'm sorry.
(And if you see him, tell Scotty to call me! *smirks*)