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  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 55

    My name is Hattie. I am 82 and I am still very interested in sexual expression. Today I mostly read and write about it. I like to think that even at my age I can enjoy the attention of a man. For sure, when I need to be serviced by a virile man I pay and I pay well. None of this bing bang and they are on their way. I want to enjoy it, I enjoy a hard penis more now than I did when I was young and a young man with a hard penis well what is better than that.

    But let's go back, it was the later forties right after the war. My family was in manufacturing and our plant had been busy all during the war and my father was quite well off. I was sent to this camp for young ladies where we were supposed to learn all about being a lady, no one in my social circle cooked or cleaned we had maids for that. No we had to learn how to dress, how to dance, how to be nice, conversation skills. It was called a finishing school and all the girls were like me, rich girls from Connecticut because we lived in Connecticut. That's where I first talked about sex with another girl. She told me that she had sex with the boy who helped with the landscaping. She told me about his hard penis and what it felt like to have a hard penis open your tender pussy and fuck you. She said it to me like this, "he fucks me and it feels good".

    I spent my days there talking to her about his hard penis and how he put it in her mouth and how he put it in her pussy and how she had to get down on the floor and worship him. She described his penis in words and she made sounds and she used her hands and she showed me how his penis fit in her mouth. She showed me how his penis would go into my pussy, she put her fingers in my pussy and it felt good. When I got back home, all of my fourteen year old body was crying for a hard penis.

    His penis was hard, I held it and it was hard. I put it in my mouth and it was hard. And he put it in my tender pussy and it was hard. His penis was hard and I fell in love with his penis. He was the bookkeeper that came to the house to bring my father the books. I didn't think about how old he was, he was certainly not fourteen and had worked for my father during the war. What I remember most is that he had a hard penis and I wanted his hard penis in my pussy, I liked being fucked it felt good. And we got caught by the upstairs maid, I liked to open my legs far apart and bend over and touch the floor with my open hands and he would stick his hard penis in my pussy and fuck me. That felt good. I was very limber then. The upstairs maid had been sent to get me because I was supposed to go see my grandmother and she caught the bookkeeper fucking me in my room.

    The year was 1949. The choices were few. He married me or he married me, never mind that I was fourteen years old. Never mind that he was thirty five. The only thing that mattered to me was that he had a hard penis, after he married me I made him fuck me morning afternoon and night. The doctor said I suffered from promiscuity. He was my first husband and he is the father of my two children. After I had my two with him I didn't have children again, I wish I had but in those days once you had your family that was it. My children were born before I was twenty, they are grandparents in their own right now and both of them are stuck up prudes who don't want me to talk to my granddaughters because they are afraid I am going to tell them to go out and fuck.

    I married two more times, both real gentlemen but I had to be pleased on the side and it was this pleasing on the side that caused me to get divorced. I just like a hard penis as the doctor said I am promiscuous. According to my sources ladies aren't supposed to like a hard penis because it gets you in trouble. To hell with them. I paid then, I kept the young men, one was the tennis pro at the club, another was a Wall Street broker and another was a waiter at the Astoria. They all had one thing in common, they had a hard penis. My pussy isn't so tender any more but it is tender enough to enjoy a hard penis. Now I pay for it outright, pay for the service. They take their pills and they can be hard for hours, the harder they are the more I like it. I remember by roommate from finishing school, down on the floor looking up at a hard penis to worship, that is the only true way to worship a hard penis.

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  • — Fetishes and Kinky Sex —
    Straight Female / 23

    Some time ago while at the Movie Cinema I arrived by myself and while sitting and watching the movie. I peed myself! It mostly went into the seat but I stood up for a moment while I was still pissing and it rushed down the back and sides of my legs before I sat down and still kept on going in my pants.

    I must confess I did something that I should probably feel very guilty about! It's not like I was in a rush and I had no time to visit the restroom. If I wanted too I could have got up from my seat. Than went to the woman's restroom to pee.

    It was not an accident! And not only was it not an accident but I purposely went into the movie already with my bladder full, purchased a large size Coca-Cola to take into the theater to drink planning to deliberately wet myself completely. I made such a mess and only for my own sexual fetish. But I don't know if I should feel that guilty or not? By the time I got up and left the seat could no longer absorb much so it kept dripping into the puddle of my urine on the floor. By that time my bladder had already been fully emptied.

    There are no excuses for my accident because I arrived early before the movie started and even went into the restroom to wash my hands. All the stalls where empty at the moment. None of the toilets were in use preventing me from using one. and I really needed to pee. I thought about using the toilet I even entered a restroom stall and looked down at the toilet. I decided that I was going to piss myself during the movie. So instead of using the toilet I went into the theater sat alone an wet myself during the movie because I wanted to.

    We all know it's probably wrong to do this that is one reason I enjoy doing it. You can't have fun without breaking some rules right? But should I feel bad? I made a huge mess but no one was directly hurt. If I am paying for the movie I should be able to have some innocent fun right? I sort of felt guilty. I guess it's a fetish. But I don't know if it is against the law? Probably. It was embarrassing walking out of the theater with wet pee stains all down my blue jeans. If I'm caught I can lie and say it's an accident. After all what girl would wet herself on purpose. I don't think I was seen because it was early and I move quick.

    Remembering back while I was sitting in the seat. Heart pumping away because I was nervous I knew I was being bad. After I started to pee my jeans and kept it going for a while. The warm feeling was out of this world. It felt good not having to use a toilet and just deciding that I'm old enough to wet myself if I feel like it. I won't lie I slipped my hand down there and rubbed my little pussy but only until I got distracted again with the wetting. The worst thing and it's almost a good thing I wanted to poop my jeans too. I pushed and tried but I could not poop myself. So the theater seat would not be messed only wet that day. It's okay the wetting was more than enough to get off to later when I got home.

    I'm knew to this fetish. It mainly sparked in my later teen years. Some time ago I once peed a bed on purpose. But never my own bed. It was only once but it was a Hotel bed. I posted here before. I have only wet myself a few times in my whole life. And I had only pooped myself twice once in the hotel bed. I was naked. And when I got home from that trip I had no choice but to relive that hotel moment and put on some pants and poop myself. I tried to do this a 3rd time at the Cinema but failed.

    But out of the few times I had done bad things like this! One aspect always remained the same? No one caught me red handed. At first that was a blessing. But my thoughts kept getting worse my fantasies were having an accident and someone seeing me. But I knew that would never happen. I never actually wanted to be caught. One day not that long ago I was finished humming and hawing in my thoughts I decided to myself I'm going to have an accident in front of people. I never really believed those thoughts at first.

    It was only a while later that I said TODAY it's going to happen. The work week was over it was now my weekend. Of course when you realize what your planning to do. Your going to be very scared. I defiantly was! So I tried not to think about it. But that made it worse. If you don't think about. You can't come to terms with it. I would never be able to wet in front of people without thinking about it and convincing myself to do it. And that it was okay to do it. So I thought about it. Decided that I would regret not doing this. I woke up. Had my morning coffee. Took a laxative even though I hardly needed one. Since I skipped using the toilet the previous night anyway. I really had to go. I could almost not hold it. Today I was going to mess my pants completely. I won't kid around. Never have I been seen peeing or pooping my pants. Not even by my parents when I was young. I was indeed scared and thinking about quitting. Was my fetish worth this? Was masturbation I would get out of it later worth it?

    I put on a pair of my lightest blue jeans hoping they would show as much wetness and mess. Because I wanted to get caught. I drove to the beach someplace far away I won't be going back too. It was a hot day but before noon. The main group of people have not arrived. This was great because I would only be seen by less people. I felt relieved at first thought 100 people may see me. Now it's 15-20 people probably. My plans was to hide out behind many of these tall trees at the wooded area by the park. The same park that is next to the beach. On the way walking to the trees were I had planned to wet and soil myself in public. The nerves in my body were telling me don't do this! For a moment I stopped where I was. I knew I had to go badly. I could make it back to my car. I could probably also find the restroom.

    I overcame the shame and my fears and started to walk again. No I told myself your going to do this like you planned. It's okay everyone is allowed to have an accident. They don't know it's intended right? It's time to have my accident today! It's only fair that I can have my "Accident" too no matter how many times I call it that I know it's not an accident. I probably can only do this once. As the rumors may spread if this became a repeated thing.

    And that's when it did dawn on me! The mistake I was making....... I'm going to spend my one legit accident hiding behind some trees where very few people would see me until I stepped out into the public and walked back to my car. A lot of people would see me than. But the actual accident would mostly be in secret. I'm wasting my one opportunity to for fill my fetish of purpose shitting myself like a child in public. If I'm going to have an accident. And do it on purpose to be caught red handed. I'm going to do my whole piss and BM into my pants directly in front of people. I'm even going to deliberately grunt even if I'm faking it so they know I'm shitting myself. I could swear that I had already began to wet. But it was only because I was so wet of the thought of going though this. I wanted to touch myself but that would come later. Sure it would be degrading that was part of the thrill right? But no the main aspect was just being a bad dirty girl getting her kicks off by doing such a bold act.

    Where I was standing right now was on the paved walking pass. Nearby water fountain, benches, I could see the beach. Over thirty people were around me. I gulped and thought I should do it right now? Before I can change my mind. Enough people they will easily see the whole thing. I already has a few eyes on me as I looked around. People of all ages both man and woman. Mostly about my age but not everyone.

    I felt that I needed to sit because of a nervous twitch in my leg like having a charlie horse but without any of the pain. I don't think I could start peeing because I was to nervous. Not being able to stand for to much longer I walked and sat down for a moment? Okay what now I thought. I took a drink of an ice cold water I had with me. Not to fill my bladder that was already accomplished. I also needed to take a huge dump. Should I have my pee & poop here on the bench? No I thought I wanted to do it standing. I knew it was all going to come out into my pants very soon even if I changed my mind I may not be able to get out of here without having an actual accident. Well I knew that was not true I had never had issues holding it. I could easily reach the near by restroom. It was right there. But it was urgent that I had to go now! I could barely hold any of it. The BM needed out. But I came here for one reason. I could not calm down enough as even more people arrived as I waited. It got worse...

    Maybe I can't do this in front of all these people? I'm okay if they see me after but not during. Not this many people. So after a moment it clicked into my head though the pain of holding it! The RESTROOM! It would have people in it. But at most like what ten woman? And that would be if it was very busy. I can do this in front of about that many people. I would just have to walk back to my car after. I had no time to think about it further my bowels sent me rushing to the restroom. It was only a moment's walk away. As I was walking I focused on breathing and keeping calm. I knew what was coming but it did not feel real just yet? Of what I planned to do. I was sweating not only with the fear but because it was a little hot. But mostly because I desperately needed to poop. But human bodies are complicated. One moment later before I even reached the restroom. Most of the urge went away. I still needed to piss badly. And I could easily shit if I wanted to. Like if I gave a push I would poop no questions asked. But it was not throbbing anymore I could hold it long enough to make it out of there and back to my car. But the thought of stopping never crossed my mind. Not even for a second now I was ready.

    Only seconds later I reached for the restroom door. And it opened someone was just exiting. I looked nervously into their face knowing what I came here to do. Omg I though is this it? I walked in pondering how bad this was going to be? I knew it would be very rough. I won't look pretty when this is over! I may be attractive but most people don't find woman who just had an accident hot. From how badly I needed to pee and poop it would be a mess! As I got inside almost every stall was taken. I started to realize what I had gotten myself into! Now I was more nervous again. But on the walk to the restroom I came to terms with it. I knew what I wanted! Not only were all but one stall taken. There were many woman at the sinks too. I think there was six stalls. This was the critical moment! Time froze... my lips went numb! Throat went dry... My heart rate was extreme! I could make it to the stall no problem. Heck if I wanted to I could pull my pants down, sit and use the toilet like a regular person. I made it in time!

    The sexual pleasure I got out of wetting at the Cinema has lead me to this? I could not stop thinking about getting caught that time. I needed to have this at least once in my life. And while I was still young.

    At this point I was still stepping towards the empty stall. Another problem came up! If I make it to the stall? What is my plan? Sure I kind of hoped they would all be taken. It was busy! So my accident would seem more beliveable if I could not reach a toilet in time. But the stall door was open I saw the shiny corner of the white porcelain toilet and white plastic seat. If I enter this stall and close the door it's over? And credibility of an actual accident goes out the window! I can't really stall and let anyone else take it? I could maybe wash my hands first! But would anyone desperate enough to crap herself do that? No... So this was the it! IT!!! I had to choose now if it was okay to piss and poop myself. I wanted it! But could I do it? This was no longer a fantasy!

    I AM! I AM gonna do it I told myself. I walked to the stall. Gripped the stall door... I probably did not need to act and look panicked like I was going to have an accident. I already knew I looked like that from the emotions, stress, excitement and fear. This would look so genuine I thought. As much as I may regret it I will regret not doing it. Do I really have no willpower? I do! So I'm going to mess myself now I thought in my head. It's what I wanted! And now I was going to get it.

    As I had the stall door in my hands I stopped myself from going inside and closing it. I came here specifically to be seen. All I had to do was take a deep breath and start!? Not as simple as the those words make it seem. Not only am I leaving the stall door open! But I'm going to stand outside of the stall! Even I can't explain the emotions of doing something so taboo!!! Before I could even have a moment to hesitate I heard to girls all around me in the restroom... A stall opened right next to me too and as a woman came out before I could change my mind... I pushed with everything I had and focused mainly on controlling my breath. Real tears filled my eyes but I was not sad.

    Immediately I felt my urine pour out down my legs my jeans took a moment to dampen, the urine was past my knees and my jeans were still dry looking, urine seeped though them before they started to change color and darken. I pushed very hard by the way! Every bit of strength went into allowing my bladder to relax and empty. I was pissing harder than I intended too. I kind of wanted to rush and get this over with. That's what my mind and body wanted. I wanted to savor it! I was doing such an amazing thing I thought to myself.

    With the small amounts of control I had left in me I turned a tiny bit barely at all and made sure my back was facing the sinks were many woman were. I needed my bum to be in view to enjoy it the most. I had yet to hear anyone notice but to be honest all sounds went silent except my own thoughts. I just wanted to continue peeing forever. I never wanted to stop this taboo act. Wetting in public! But I knew I came here for more than just that. I can't get lost on just the sensation of urinating. It felt so great as my bladder emptied because of were I was doing it, how I was doing it and also because I REALLY had to pee! Woman were watching me! But the part I really feared was not the wet accident I was already having. Only a few seconds later after the splashing sound became loud and filled the restroom. I saw a glimpse of a puddle spreading and tons of urine still traveling down and leaking though. Without even intending my eyes closed.

    Probably a reaction from the fear of knowing what I was doing. And also what I was about to do. I bent over a little. I pushed and now I was shitting myself! All on purpose none of it came out by accident. I continued to purposely push and peed and focused on my bowels and emptied them again! Another mass of shit came out! I shuttered a little. Taking deep breaths as I defecated. I felt it tent out behind me facing all the woman. You can't imagine how it feels. And while it did feel great it also felt like a mountain full of dread and fear! I can't stop it... I can't hide it... And I'm purposely doing more and more! Eyes still closed I could hear and feel the urine! Pooping a little more the mess spread out in my panties. I felt it ride up into my pussy in the front a little and it tugged down on my panties inside my pissy wet jeans.

    I don't remember if I had grunted up to this point! But I remember planning to do that. So as I pushed some more I grunted along with it. It was obvious of what I was doing! At one point I was not even really pushing and I was still grunting a little it was faked but probably sounded like the real thing. Lost in a trance I just continued. I was still in control but I was not really there I was in a trance for a moment. The reality of my actions were not being processed. Up to now every push was deliberate but than couple of them came naturally I could not stop. I don't think every grunt was totally fake but I kept grunting. I needed it to be clear that I'm wetting and messing and it was pretty clear! So by regular reflex not even fully deliberately now I push and more poo came out. Again my body made me push a little more. By now most of the easy shit was already on the outside resting in my panties. I would have to really try harder to go anymore it felt almost done.

    My eyes opened and people were reacting on it. I even heard some comments. I think I heard an are you alright in a comforting way? But I'm not sure? I know for sure others were kind of like OMFG....... some small laughs and I heard the restroom door opening a little. And a stall door opening or closing a few times. I was not doing this directly beside anyone. So everyone except myself was out of the splash zone. But I took a tiny quick look around and I was still kind of bent over having just pushed multiple logs out into my pants. Pee still dropping around my pant legs onto the piss soaked floor even though I was not peeing anymore at that exact moment. The puddle spread out all the way to the near drain that was like two meters away! This was the biggest piss puddle I have ever seen! oh my god... I did this and it was no accident! The urine glistened a little yellow on the white and black speckled marble floor.

    I made sort of eye contact with one person she was probably 10 years older than me. The look on her face is burned into my mind. I felt so embarrassed when I made eye contact? Why did I have to look her in the face? I blushed and teared up a little. Before I felt like I still had to go. So I put my effort into finishing and it took maybe another 10 seconds yes more urine trickled to the floor before my bladder was dry. I had hoped it did not look like I did that last piss fully on purpose after already coming to a stop? But my pants were still dripping the whole time I don't think anyone was paying attention in that kind of way. What girl does THIS on purpose? No one really! But I had really pissed myself completely! My senses were coming back. Even though it was a restroom I knew what I was smelling was me! This smell was not there a moment ago. I defiantly stank. I was hoping I would not smile or look like I was enjoying it. But the fear kept me in check! I was thinking what next? Now I did push one last time and pooped myself a little more no one but myself would have been able to tell. But I did not have the time to keep at it! It seemed like I was done anyways but either way it was time to get out of there!

    Did I say anything? I can't remember? Probably not...... I took one last look around and everyone was looking at me. They said a couple things even to each other. But it was quiet. I made my way outside and as I walked I felt my mess squishing around in my pants. My eyes filled with tears as I got outside and moved past a lot of people! The hot sun and light hit my eyes. But the tears were from shame and enjoyment not the sun. For a bit I may have really been full on crying! To this day I'm not sure if I was crying for real or out enjoy and excitement. It was sexual bliss but at the same time the absolute worst moment in my life. I wanted to explode! I wanted to undo all of this. But it was already done. This woman here, ME choose her pants over the toilet and now I had to deal with the after mass no matter what would happen. I also knew that some of the fear or tears was the reality of it all sinking in as I came down from the main rush! Now I had to face everyone outside. But I told myself this is what I wanted? I did not feel like a full grown woman at that moment in time! Why did I choose to do this as an adult? We all know why! And I'm glad I was able to do it but it took a moment to realize I was glad. But I got a lot of looks from people of both sexes. And various ages. I was paying attention now. People were like Oh my god. And another voice did she pee herself? I don't know how easy it was to see the BM in my pants? Probably not to easy. But the wet pants was all too obvious. I did not hide it either. I thought about hold my hands or walking in a way to hide it. Or to use my purse to cover up! But I resisted that.

    But I proudly and quickly walked though the somewhat crowded area the quickest path back to my car! I could smell what I had done in my pants! Both the urine and feces. It turns me on... I started to really enjoy it more than be scared. The worst parts were over. But that made me a little sad as the best parts were also over. People were still looking in my direction even as I got to my car but I don't think anyone followed. But people around the parking lot noticed. Before I sat in my seat I looked over my shoulders both at the people and secretly down at my bum. The jeans were sagging & bulging and did appear a little brown. As I stood still the smell got worse. I totally smiled a little. I just got away with going potty in my pants! It was kind of too easy. But what did I expect to get arrested or stopped? No accidents happen? Just mine was not an accident and probably only I knew it. I got inside I sat down and all the shit spread everywhere it was a mess and I loved it. Even the overwhelming smell turned me on because it just reinforced the fact of what I did. Before I drove away I imagined what it would have been like to see me? Standing there and messing like that right in the open not even inside a stall. The nerve I had doing such an amazing thing just for fun. It would take a while to get the smell out of my car. Now I'm finished sharing this confession. If you were there and are reading this? You know it was now on purpose? The worst part is? Will I do it again? Can I give in to the temptation? Before I said that it was once in a lifetime. Rumors would spread if I kept doing it. But I can still do this a few more times. And not in the same city twice. And only a few more times in my life. I won't likely do it in front of that many people though. I'm embarrassed to this day. And I somewhat regret it. The mess I also left. But will I ever work up the nerve to do that again? I still don't know. If I can work up the nerve I will. I decided not long ago that I'm going to do it again if possible. But in a place where only a few people are around to see me. But even if it is only a few people next time. I will make sure that those few people who are around see the whole "Accident" next time as well.

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  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Straight Female / 37

    I've been thinking back about this a lot lately, due to something that came up with daughter. I was always the good girl. Sweet, quiet, girl next door type. I was never the drinking or partying type. My husband and I did sleep together before marriage, and he was only the third man I had ever slept with. I've been married for about 15 years now.

    We decided to spend about two weeks mostly apart before our wedding. I worked the first week, but was going to start a new job after the honey moon so that last week I was on my own, nothing but free time. I was told to go, have fun, let my hair down and all that for that week. I had a hotel booked for me in a town about an hour from home and I went with it.

    After a lot of encouragement from friends back home, and even my family, I decided to get dolled up and hit a bar. I had never really made myself up like that. Seemed like it didn't take ten minutes after going to the bar for guys to start showing up and hitting on me. In what would become the regular routine for me for the next week, there was dancing, lots of drinking...and bad decisions.

    I had lots of sex with lots of strangers that week. It was an incredible rush. Being desired, feeling strange men touch me. Feeling all those new guys inside me. Most of it is a blur. Most days were several in a day, pretty sure that first night was the only time it was just one. There was at least two occasions where it was more than one guy at a time.

    I was someone else for an entire week, and that me was a total slut. I had sex in dirty alleys. In public bathrooms. I woke up in random hotel rooms. It was a rush of naughty, slutiness and pleasure unlike anything I ever felt. Before, or since. I truly have no idea how many men I was with that week. Best guessing and all, at least fifteen...possibly more than twenty. Just remembering that, knowing I did that in a week, is enough to give me a tingle of desire even till today.

    A month after my wedding, I discovered I was pregnant. Yes, we got all of her info and all at the time but we never paid it much attention. Or maybe I didn't want to. Of course, I knew then that most likely she was not my husbands. Recently, we had cause to see her blood type after a minor accident and some minor surgery she had to have. Her blood type makes it impossible for her to be my husbands. He saw what I did, but said nothing. I just hope he doesn't ever research blood types and finds out the truth.

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  • — My Family —
    Straight Female / 31

    Is it something and nothing, my husbands sister was staying with us for a week, it was after lunch I was on my way out shopping, I shouted ime going now, I was by the front door I could see through to the kitchen my sister in law was sat at the table finishing her lunch, my husband was stood talking to her when he undid his pants pulled them down his underpants as well and rearranged his clothing I have see him do this in front of me whish is ok, but he fully exposed his private in front of his sister with a semi hard cock, there was no reaction from her at all, my brother has never done that in front of me, I am only speaking of my own experiences, comments please.

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  • — Men Only —
    Straight Male / 34

    Yeah, this is kind of really bad. At the time my family and my mother's sister family lived next door. I was fourteen and my girl cousin was twelve. We were kidding around and I just wanted to see her tits. She didn't want to show me so I got on top of her and worked until I got her top off over her head and pushed her baby bra off her tits. They were milky white little tits with big brown nipples that stood out. I got to feeling the need and I pulled her pants off until I got to her pussy. I had never seen a pussy and she had stopped fighting me. I got my pants down and put my dick against her pussy and after getting on her I got her fucked with her legs open. It was my first real ejaculation and I couldn't get enough of it in her.

    She had a baby and her mother adopted the baby as her own and we went on with our lives, but she was always my girlfriend. For the first several years I wasn't allowed to be with her but when we were seventeen and fifteen, we were watching our girl and she just looked so good I got on her back and after fighting her got my dick in her from behind. After I got off she turned to me and put her finger in my face and told me that I couldn't do that because we weren't married. But we did it anyway, after that we did it anyway, all the time.

    Getting married was a huge thing, everyone had an opinion, from one of my uncles saying it was wrong and that is why we should have been separated after she got pregnant to our grandmother that said we were married anyway and no one can stop two people from coming together. She voted to go ahead and get the judge to give permission and let us get married. Her vote counted more than anyone else's and we had this private ceremony, not in the church but at her house and we got married, I was eighteen and she was sixteen.

    We are now totally on our own, our daughter is going to go to college and we have another couple of kids. She says she doesn't remember all that stuff of when I first got her naked but I do. I remember her little tits and her naked pussy when I pulled her pants off laying on the carpet on the living room floor. I can feel fucking her that day. She doesn't like getting stripped and exposed but I like to expose her for me, stripping her naked and just looking at her on the bed. Her tits are bigger now and she has three kids, but her nipples just wants to make me suck them and her pussy is right there under her light brown hair. She has never been a girl with a heavy bush, her pubes are light and soft and I can see her pussy, especially when I make her open her legs a little.

    My cousin, who is my wife, was the prettiest of all the girl cousins and still is. I get this urge to get on her, to strip her and look at her, I have to do it. She doesn't understand as if having looked at her yesterday takes away the need to look at her today. I get her wagging finger and she threatens me with my daughter but I told my daughter, one guy looks at her like that and I am going to make sure he never looks at her again.

    #42234 — Comments (1) — Nov 10, 2018 at 7:49 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 27

    My name is Caroline. I'm 27 years old and I love having a really good poo after I've been holding it for a long time. Sometimes when I'm alone I like to do it in my knickers and I did it last night. I hadn't been in three days and I went to work busting for a poo. I held it all day and by the time I finished my shift I was getting desperate for a poo. My girlfriend Lucy was supposed to be working a late shift so I thought I'd have the flat to myself for the evening and as I was walking home from work I pushed gently until I felt my poo trying to come out and I clenched at the last moment. I kept doing it and each time it got more and more difficult to hold it. By the time I got to the main entrance door to the flats I was losing control of my bowels and I started to feel it coming out and I couldn't stop it. I walked up the two flights of stairs to get to the flat still pooing myself and when I walked in the flat Lucy was watching TV. I tried to get to the bathroom before she noticed I'd totally pood myself but she could smell it and I couldn't hide my accident from her. I was so embarrassed but Lucy was so cool about it and she admitted that she once had an accident at school when she had really bad diarrhoea.

    #42247 — Comments (3) — Nov 11, 2018 at 7:08 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Straight Female / 31

    My husband and I after a year of marriage decided to start a family. He worked days, I worked odd shifts in a department store. After three months of trying I still hadn’t gotten pregnant. One day an older friend of ours came by our apartment at lunch. I let him in wondering why he came by while my husband was at work. My husband had told him that we were having trouble getting pregnant. My friend said my husband sent him by to help. I asked how was he going to help. He walked over to me and hugged me up and said he would show me. I was shocked and didn’t know how to react. I told him my husband should have talked it over with me beforehand. Our friend started fondling me all over while I was still confused. I decided it must be true so I yielded to him. We went to the bedroom and we both undressed. We foreplayed which he has good skills. We then proceeded to intercourse which he really gave me exhausting sex. He got up and said he had to get back to work. Before he departed he told me he lied about my husband telling him to come by to have sex with me. He said it is best not to tell my husband. I cried all afternoon. Our friend returned two days later and I let him in again. I tried to explain to him I wouldn’t have sex with him. He wouldn’t take no for an answer and shortly we were on the bed again. I have been having sex with our friend for 9 years now. I have 3 children. The oldest is my lovers child but the next two is my husbands. The cheating has been much less often with us both having family activities. I had my tubes tied so no more children. I enjoy sex with my husband but my husband climaxes so fast I rarely get my orgasm. My friend and I have long sex and I’m totally used and satisfied when finished. I know why his wife is always in a good mood and loves her husband.

    #42288 — Comments (1) — Nov 13, 2018 at 6:37 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — Sex Confessions —
    Straight Female / 27

    I am 27 and I am at home right now 'thinking about what I have done'. What I did was let him have sex with me. I was groomed, that is what my therapist tells me. He groomed me until I let him have intercourse with me. My therapist tells me to use the word intercourse, he penetrated me and he deposited sperm in me and that is why I am now pregnant. He used my body to impregnate it. Another female brought down by this man for his sole use. And I let him. He is a bad man because he impregnates innocent females. I am not that innocent, I got knocked up, that's what happened.

    If I was groomed, how did I let him? My therapist says I let him groom me. I told my therapist what happened that afternoon, sure I was already close with him, and sure I would let him touch me, put his arm around my shoulder, kiss my cheek and several times give me kisses on the lips. But that afternoon I was in his office, I guess I was already groomed, he called me over to his side and put his hand on the inside of my thigh until he cupped me. I did not feel bad at all, when his hand got up high I opened my legs for him. When his fingers started to feel me I opened my legs further.

    When he turned me around facing his desk and felt me up while he had me bend over and put my hands on the desk I wasn't thinking about work, I was thinking that I was going to get fucked right then. I wondered how much I had to bend over, that is what I was thinking. My pussy belonged to him right then. I wasn't thinking intercourse, I was thinking fucked. Sure as he pulled my pants down and I had my naked rear end in his face I did think about him looking at my pussy and my ass, but I figured he liked that, he wanted to look at my pussy and my ass. I bent down and put my elbows on the desk and opened my legs for him.

    His dick went in real easy, he humped and I took it. He did take his penis out and lay his penis on my ass, I thought what is he going to do? but he put his penis back in my pussy and he fucked me until I started to get real hot and all. To be truthful right then I wanted to suck him so bad but he kept me bent over and then he told me he was cumming and I just kept my legs open for him. I wasn't thinking I was getting pregnant or what my future was going to be, the man was cumming in my pussy and I didn't want him to stop. Not one minute did I think intercourse or ejaculation or semen or sperm. All I was thinking is that I was getting fucked by him.

    Did I think that one day I was going to get knocked up, excuse me impregnated, by him in his office after the other lady got sent home? Not for a minute. What I am thinking about right now is that I am pregnant and he told me that I had to keep it and I am going to do what he says. Now that I am pregnant for him I am going to settle down for him and be pregnant until his child is born and I guess after that I will have a kid. That is all I am thinking about, well also that next year I will have a kid at Christmas time, this year I will just be pregnant.

    So she calls it grooming, so he groomed me until he knew he could score with me. He scored, touch down. Now what? I am supposed to sue him now, sue him? I am not going to sue him. Not in this neighborhood. His other 'conquests', that is what my therapist calls his other 'wives', conquests. Oh yes, we are 'wives', like wives in a hareem, not harem, hareem, all poor little girls who were groomed and impregnated by him. I talked to them and they told me he looks after them and he takes care of his own. But to my therapist he is a hareem master, and we are groomed for him.

    I got sent to the therapist because I am a pregnant single mother. It is part of social services. I would like to see what she is going to do when she meets him, we are supposed to have a joint session and then she is going to meet with him alone. She wants to talk to him about his other wives and how he is going to support all his kids if he doesn't have a 'job'. Like I said, he takes care of them, just not the way social services wants him to. No one complains, she says because he grooms us to be quiet.

    #42298 — Comments (0) — Nov 14, 2018 at 11:09 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Straight Female / 25

    I am a Latino girl, 50% Colombian father and 50% Mexican mother. I was born here while my parents were in graduate school. I grew up in Colombia with my father's family. I went to college in Boston and I am currently working in New York.

    Whereas I am assertive and outgoing publically I become totally submissive to older Latino men, especially men who have money. I am very submissive to my father, so it fits. Part of me wants to scream and part of me wants to be hugged and petted. Being petted makes me want to go further, get kissed and worse. After I let myself be petted and more I scream (when he is no longer present).

    There is one man, an old friend of my father's who pets me and I go to bed with him. I have been in love with him since I was three. I first went to bed with him after I graduated from college and moved to New York. When he talks to me or wants me to be with him I am totally submissive, emotionally, socially and sexually. I love being submissive sexually, he is a dominant man and that includes making love. With him I never feel like screaming. Being his feels good, but I know it is because I am in love with him.

    #42545 — Comments (2) — Dec 9, 2018 at 10:00 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 28

    With a degree in television journalism I got a street reporter job in a small market. Luck put me on the morning anchor desk and weekend late night anchor. A scout for a larger market saw me and I was invited to join the team for the four, five and six a.m. anchor. That's where I was when I was spotted by a local business leader, he had the station manager arrange for me to MC a charity fund raiser he supported. I had just turned 26.

    I never thought about myself being pretty but he did and he pressed the station manager to get me a fashion consultant and a screen consultant. With the consultants dressing me and fixing me up and the station manager encouraged by my off-screen admirer I was promoted to the six and ten o'clock news desk. I was the youngest by a mile to ever anchor the news in prime time in that market.

    Life got complicated when I was 'instructed' to attend a function with my admirer, I found myself alone in a hotel room with him and I found out what the price was for my career. During his attentions I was dry mouthed and teary eyed. But I said nothing and kept silent. I am 28, a year and a half later, I am an anchor for an affiliated station in one of the top five markets. I don't date, at least my dates are secret, I live in a building and my apartment and his have a stairway between floors. We meet at functions, but we never go together, his room is hardly ever used, except when I am out of town. He wants me to wear 'the ring' on air, but not talk about it.

    I am not suggesting the whole affair is secret, it is from the public but not in private. Many people know whose house I keep. I guess wearing the ring on air will send out a definitive message that I am promised. He gave my career, now he wants something more. My career is my life, he wants me to walk away and make him my life.

    #42555 — Comments (2) — Dec 10, 2018 at 4:44 PM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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