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  • — Sex Confessions —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I'm a young adult female having sex with my dad. I know it's not right and sometimes I feel guilty, but not enough to stop.

    The situation is that my father had a job that kept him away a lot of the time when I was growing up, so it was more my mother who raised me. We weren't really close in a parent-child sort of way.

    Over the years my mom has lost interest in sex and I'm in college and completely obsessed with it. Dad still wants it and I was upset to find out that he was having affairs. He told me that my mother knew and didn't really care and that he'd been having casual sex with multiple women for years.

    This was the first time I thought of my father 'that way.' It probably would have grossed anyone else out, but it turned me on. I questioned him about it a lot. He questioned me about my love life. (I think I get my sex drive from him). We started sort of joking around about sex with each other, which is probably where I should have draw the line.

    Then one afternoon he picked me up from school, which was unusual because I generally rid home with a friend. He apologized and then admitted that he had been having sexual feelings for me for months, and it was driving him insane. I admitted that I felt the same way. He offered to take me to a motel and I agreed.

    I really wasn't sure I'd go through with it. I was so nervous and shaking. I knew it was illegal to have sex with my dad, but I wanted it so much. We got to the motel and had some drinks to calm both of our nerves, but I don't think it did much good, because I was still terrified out of my mind. But when he kissed me --- I couldn't resist. I had to have him.

    We spent all night in that room, fucking each other senseless. It was the best sex I'd ever had. I guess there is something to say for older men and experience. Afterward, yes, I was ashamed. But exhilerated too.

    After that, we met for sex often, and eventually began doing it at home. At first behind my mother's back, and then openly. She knows we're having sex and doesn't seem to care. I know it's bad. I know how horrible it is. I would be so humiliated if anyone found out, but I just can't stop.

    #12744 — Comments (0) — Nov 27, 2012 at 8:26 PM — That's Juicy! (18) Remove This.
  • — Dreams and Wishes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My parents divorced when I was ten years old. It was the early 1980's and for some bizarre reason, the family court judge ruled that my mother got full custody of my sister and my father got full custody of me rather than splitting custody or giving one parent custody of both kids.
    And so my mother and sister moved out of the house and across country (from southern California to Michigan) while dad and I stayed in the only home I'd ever known.
    Dad was never an emotional guy. He didn't say "I love you" often and he wasn't a hugger or a back slapper. In fact there were times you'd catch him staring at you kind of confused as if he couldn't quite believe he had kids. Maybe that was part of the reason mom left, I really don't know.
    Because he was an emergency room physician, dad was away from home a lot. In fact, I could go weeks and weeks without ever really seeing him much at all. Which was cool by me. I was kind of an independent sort by nature. But I'd get bored.
    I took to exploring the house in my long hours alone. At first I didn't really find much. But in my dad's big walk-in closet, way at the back I discovered an old shoebox full of color Polaroid photos. I took them to my room and looked through them. There must have been a couple of hundred and they were all of my mother having sex with different people or posing nude all by herself.
    Apparently my parents had been swingers (although at the time I had no idea what swinging was). I looked at photos of my mother being fucked by 2 men at once, having sex with black men, having sex with other women, inserting different things inside of her vagina and anus. Pictures of her smiling into the camera, her face covered in cum. By the time I finished looking through them all I had an almost painfully erect hardon.
    I put the photos back and was ashamed of my arousal. I'd only just began to go through puberty and these experiences were still new to me. But I understood what they meant and I was disgusted with myself for feeling excited by photos of my own mother.
    As the days turned to weeks and the weeks became months, I found myself drawn back to the closet and those photos more and more. Despite my initial feelings of shame, my reluctance to view the pictures faded. And before too long I began masturbating to them.
    All through my teens I harbored a secret incestuous sexual attraction to my mother. But I refused to act on my feelings. All I ever did was masturbate to fantasies.
    Finally in college I traveled to Europe to attend classes in the UK. While there (in Wednesbury, West Midlands) I met an older woman named Helen who looked so much like my mother, they could have been twins. I immediately began flirting with her and despite her initial reluctance to date a younger man she gave me a chance. I went all out to win her hand as my girlfriend and she finally gave in.
    We were together for two years and the sex was unbelievable. Each and everytime we'd make love I lived out a fantasy. Of course it ended badly. When she finally saw a photo of my mother, she called me a perverted little shit and walked out on me. But I still remember her to this day.
    Maybe I am a pervert. maybe I am disgusting. But I never went too far. I never acted on my impulses. To this day my mother hasn't any idea of the way I feel and she never will. It's my most heartfelt hope to find another woman someday that reminds me of her as much as Helen did. Oh the times we'll have.

    #12774 — Comments (0) — Dec 2, 2012 at 1:30 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Straight Female / 32

    I was raised in a strict family, educated in an all girls Catholic school. Married as a virgin.
    I have two small children. I am a god mother. I go to church on Sunday and Wednesday nights.
    I have been accused as being to "pickey" and "particular" and I am a neat freak. I love my husband of 11 years dearly.
    We are "very best" friends with another couple. Let's call her Jane. She and I share a lot secrets including little tidbits about our sex lives. I knew her hubby had a "really big" penis as she described it and she knew that my hubby and I have a little difficulty in that department.
    My hubby and I were fighting about something. It had been going on for a week. I was really upset and she invited me to go on an overnite shopping trip tot the city.
    Turns out the booking was an error and we ended up in a room with one king instead of two doubles.
    Long day shopping. I was exhausted and didn't care. I could have slept on the floor.
    We stopped at a bar for a nightcap. I don't drink I only do wine occasionally but what the hell. We took two bottles of wine up to the room. It was special wine she wanted for special occasions she said.
    We ended up opening the special wine. I was tired and sad and needed to talk bout my marital problems with my best friend.
    She listened. She insisted that she give me a nice massage. I was a little dizzy with the wine and booze but I am trying to find an excuse or something to blame what happened on I guess. All I can say is that the massage got very personal. I complained, resisted, not much. She kept going.
    I experienced lesbian sex for the first time. She performed oral sex on me. She fingered me to climax. I passed out.
    I woke up with her laying next to me both of us naked. She put my hand on her breast. I felt her all over. I was very curious and very sexually aroused. I tasted her. I was ok with it. I kept going. I enjoyed the reaction it gave her. She climaxed as I did another time. We slept.
    A week later I was at their house. My hubby was working. We had drinks. She told me her hubby knew everything. I was beside myself. She convinced me that it was no big deal. He joined the conversation.
    We ended up in their bed. She held my head and kissed me while he held my hips and performed oral sex on me thru two climaxes.
    I felt it with my had at first. It was as she said, really big. I loved the feel of it in my hand. I was afraid when he started to put it in me. She comforted me and encouraged me. He fucked me.
    Now I have to do something about involving my hubby in my new life. They encouraged me to do just that. WE are working on a plan to introduce him slowly into a whole new lifestyle that I now crave.

    #23741 — Comments (1) — May 13, 2015 at 5:19 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I was a really perverted little kid. I don't really know why. I've just always been oversexed, even before I hit puberty. My parents were forever catching me underneath my sister's bed undressing her dolls or raiding my dad's underwear drawer for his copies of Playboy, Hustler, Penthouse and Jugs. When female relatives or friends of my mother would visit I'd sneak beneath the kitchen table and try to catch glimpses of their panties through their slightly parted legs if they were wearing dresses. And practically no one would allow their little girls anywhere near me. And with good reason. I'd talked at least half of the little girls in our neighborhood down to their panties at least once.

    I've heard countless psychologists claim that some form of childhood trauma accounts for sexual deviance. But I suffered no such traumas. I was simply a little horndog from day one. I love pussy and I always have.

    #12776 — Comments (3) — Dec 2, 2012 at 5:57 PM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — Gay Stories —
    Straight Male / 47

    In my youth and a couple of times in college I sucked a guy off. Both men I sucked off when I was in college were older men who worked nights, one at a gas station and another at a motel.

    I was alone for a week when my wife went to spend some time with her mother. I went out for a ride down the freeway to pass the time and stopped to eat at a fast food restaurant around 11:00 p.m., and then stopped for gas. They guy who was managing the register was Pakistani, I went in to buy some gum and got to talking. We talked for over an hour. I got to talking about how lonely it was and how once in a while you just needed company.

    Exactly what words exchanged I don't remember, but I told him how when I was in college I had sucked off this guy at a gas station. He asked me if I had enjoyed it, and I said yes. He asked if I wanted to do it again. He locked the front door and went into the restroom and told me to follow. He had his cock out, it seemed bigger than mine, it was dark and when he pulled his foreskin back it glistened in the lights of the bathroom.

    He told me to sit on the toilet and he stood in front of me and I sucked his cock. He ran his hand through my hair as I sucked, he fucked against my face, he used his hand to help himself get up and he told me to close my mouth tight around his cock as he came in several spurts. I hadn't tasted cum since college, it was both musky and salty and thick. I swallowed and finished sucking him until he had me stop.

    He left first and unlocked the front door and I followed several minutes later and got in my car and drove home and beat off until I couldn't come any more.

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  • — My Family —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 48

    As a boy i was regularly sexualy abused by my Father, My first memory if it was when i was five i remember him coming into my bedroom at night and slipping his hand under the sheets and into my pyjama bottoms as i lay there pretending to be asleep while he played with me, I would regularly have to sit on his lap and while mother was out of the room he's stroke my legs and butt and push his bulge against it, As i grew things got worse he'd start stripping me at night and suck me as i lay still then he'd force his cock into my mouth until he squirted in my mouth making me gag and splutter, He'd also take me to meet his freinds where i was passsed around and fucked by both him and them, One man even took photos of it happening i was eleven when that happened, Although i didn't like what he did to me i went along with it as i knew no better and i did as i was told in those days, There was one man who paid my father to let him tie me up then spank and fuck me as long as my father was paid he didn't care what these men did to me or make me do he got a kick out of it even masturbating as he watched them abuse me, By thirteen i was in high demand as he cashed in on it i was photographed and filmed as i was used and raped many times and i became numb to it all, Eventualy they stopped but my father didn't he still fucked me until he died when i was 18, By then i was so conditioned i was enjoying it strange as it may seem especialy when he was rough with me, Even now i like a male lover to be rough in fact the rougher the better.

    #21379 — Comments (0) — Sep 19, 2014 at 7:26 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Sex Confessions —
    Straight Female / 50

    I was and still am a sexual woman and I am a mother who saw my son in certain sexual acts.

    I fantasized about sex with my son. I saw him laying in bed with his erection sticking out. It was big and thick. I went in the room and stood by the closet starring at it. I was hot. I almost had an orgasm. He turned over and said what are you doing and I walked out of the room. Later that night, I masturbated thinking about my son's dick. I came wildly. I should have tried. Its not normal thinking. I had my best orgasm thinking about my son fucking and cumming in me.

    #26990 — Comments (5) — Apr 18, 2016 at 7:58 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 20

    I never really came out of the closet. I just knew what I was and only told whoever asked. This isn't a sex confession, so if that's what you're looking for then I apologize.

    In my head, I knew what I was and I never thought it was ever wrong. Seeing kids today killing themselves for the exact thoughts I had as a kid and even a teenager, I just want to save them. Not like some Godly thing so-to-speak, but more along the lines of, "I know how you feel and it isn't ever wrong."

    I know a lot of people on here stroll for sex confessions of lesbians, or when then were young or whatever, but when you leave your computer and you face the world for what it is, just know you're always in my head. As weird as that sounds, I am saying this in a way that you know you aren't alone. I know full well that not only adults are on this site, but everyone pretends to be anyway.

    So for all of you kids and teens roaming the site, unsure of who they are or what life will bring them, know that someone out in the world has got your back and know that even if you aren't sure of being gay or lesbian, bi or even straight, or you are just a boy that loves to wear woman's clothing, you are worth more than many will tell you. And I hope that even after you leave the computer and leave off of the video games and head out to school or college, you remember this post. And you know someone is out there and is definitely on your side.

    Damn, I really hope kids these days begin seeing their worth. No matter what any adults have to say negatively. No matter how many times you try to change. You will always be who you are in your mind. So just be free, but don't be angry with the world. Don't attempt to fight with people against you, don't defend what speaks for itself. You are you, just as they are them.

    Life is going to go on for all that want it to and all that don't. So why waste it being angry?? Keep your head up and be safe out there. You don't know me and I don't know you, but I know you will make it through the tough times.

    Be good to yourself and those around you no matter what.

    If someone strikes you, you strike them back hard enough to run fast. Because unnecessary or excessive beatings will give others a reason to spit on your image. And you are much better than that in your heart.

    When you cry, when you are alone, when blades touch your skin or that wall meets your fist, know you are not ever alone. That there are people who do care and you may not have met them yet as you go through the people who try to change you. Be yourself.

    Because if you are not yourself, your friends are fake. And yes you can choose your family. Just because your biological mother gives birth and does not accept you for you and disowns you, does not mean there isn't another woman who is willing to offer that motherly love. The same goes for fathers. You just have to be good to yourself. Respect yourself.

    Brea the.


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  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Posted by Anonymous

    not embarrassing for me. I have a good friend and co-worker who prides herself on her self-discipline and is a total prude. Well we went out in a big group and she, who never drinks, got hammered. First she confessed to me to having slept with her ex-brother-in-law and wanting to have a FFM threesome so she could try licking pussy (and we thought she was uptight) then she became a complete drunkass mess and her gf abandoned her to keep dancing, so I was given the task of driving her home. She bagan rubbing my cock through my pants and normally she barely hugs me and when we got out of the car she just grabbed my belt buckle, undid my pants and got on her knees and sucked my dick on her doorstep and began taking off her clothes. She's cute and sucked my cock with real enthusiasm and I came really hard in her mouth (I'm married so this blowjob a real gift out of nowhere). I was able to get her to open the door to her townhouse just before she could get bareass naked in front of her whole neighborhood and she stumbled in and flopped on the couch in just her thong and started to pass out. I covered her with a blanket and left some water and aspirin for her and left. She called a while ago, totally mortified and begged me not to tell anyone what she did or said and I won't, so i am telling it here.

    #12777 — Comments (3) — Dec 2, 2012 at 6:28 PM — That's Juicy! (17) Remove This.
  • — Sex Confessions —
    Straight Female / 36

    I went into the parking garage late, long after the offices in my building closed. I got in my car, and before I could shut the door it was pulled open, a man grabbed me by the hair and twisted my head, I lost total control of my bladder and peed all over myself, he drug me out and twisted my head until I was on my knees, his penis was in front of me and he pulled my head forward until I opened my mouth for his penis. He was half hard, he would pull my head up and drop spit on my face and return me to sucking his penis. He got frustrated, and lifted me up and walked me over to the front of my car and laid me across the hood and told me to drop my pants and then proceeded to insert his penis in me and fuck me until he ejaculated, then slammed my head on the hood and spat on my face and left.

    I put myself together and drove to my apartment and showered and washed my wet clothes.

    Three weeks later as I was walking to my car he came out of the shadows and stood by my car. I stopped and then walked to him, as soon as he grabbed my hair I peed all over myself again, I fell to my knees and took his penis in my mouth and used my hand to help him ejaculate. Some in my mouth and the rest on my face and hair. He told me to open my mouth and dropped spit into my mouth before shoving my head down and walking away.

    I went home again and showered and washed my clothes.

    Two days later he was waiting again, and I went to him, this time he was in a hurry, he took me by the hair and straight on to the hood of the car and I pushed my pants down and he fucked me real fast, he was done and he was gone. That night I didn't shower, I hadn't wet myself.

    The month passed and I knew I was in trouble. I bought a kit and confirmed that I was pregnant. Morning sickness was so severe I missed work several days. I waited for several nights for him to come again, but he didn't show. I went to a doctor who confirmed I was pregnant and everything was o.k. At four and half months I told my family I had gone to a sperm bank and gotten pregnant, no man in my life and I wanted a child. It was a hard sell, deep down they knew I had a man but I wouldn't tell.

    After the baby was born, I quit my job and took another job at a real estate law firm, the hours are more predictable, boring but predictable. No more long nights of M&A. I settled into my new life.

    Now that the baby is older, I get a baby sitter and go out and cruise the garage of my old job, but he isn't there.

    #26889 — Comments (0) — Apr 11, 2016 at 1:51 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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