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— When I Was a Kid
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When I was a teenager in high school, I wasn't popular at all. I was a bit of a book nerd. I wasn't very social. I wasn't really shy, but I could never find the right words.
Coming from a fundamental religious family in Utah, I was expected to dress modestly. When I grew older into my teens, I was still expected to wear dresses and skirts, but the rules relaxed enough to allow my skirts to be knee length. You have to understand, just that simple adjustment in skirt length was extrememly liberating.
Just before the end of the school terms first quarter, my Physics teacher felt that I wasn't working to my full potential and had me wait after class to talk about it. I sat at my desk in the second row while he sat at the front, behind his desk, giving me the routine "You can do better" speach.
I rarely make eye contact when I talk to someone. Part of my social ineptness, I suppose. While he was talking, I glanced up, saw he was looking at my legs and averted my eyes. I saw him looking a few more times and thought, surely he was looking at something else. I never found myself to be attractive, so I had to be mistaken. I left that afternoon confused and with even more self doubt.
Over the next few weeks, I would occasionally catch him looking at my legs. The first half of his class was lecture. He would go on and on about theory. It rode a fine line between interesting and boring. The second half of his class was book work and study time. The class would quietly read and work while he sat before us at his desk doing whatever teachers do up there.
It was during that study time that I would catch him looking at me most often. His desk was at the front middle, facing the class. My desk was just off to the side, second row giving him an unobstructed view of me. I never worried about anyone else seeing me since they all faced forward. If the person in front were to turn around, I could quickly correct myself.
My teacher would turn slightly to the side, hold up a book and pretend to read it, but I could see the angle of his gaze was actually over the book and down at my legs. My whole life I was raised to present modesty and to not tempt others. Tempting him wasn't my intention, but if he was tempted it made me feel pretty and grown up and I wanted him to look.
As the year went on, I would catch him looking, but would always maintain my modesty by never letting him see anything, but what can be seen below my knees. Occasionally, I would forget myself, put my feet up on the desk ahead of me, allowing the bottom of my dress to fall open. I would catch him looking and put my feet down firmly on the floor. I think we were both embarrassed by that.
I never thought he could see much of me when I sat like that until I set up an experiment in my room. I sat in a chair and positioned a full length mirror across from me. When I put my feet up in about the same position as I would in class, I could clearly see the tops of my legs and panties. Rather than being embarrassed, it excited me to know I was exposing myself to him.
As the year went on, I began to think of it as a game. I would unknowingly expose my panties to him, but as the year progressed, I would show him my panties intentionally. From his viewpoint, it would always appear accidental, but I'm sure we both knew the game we were playing.
After school, I would sit in my room with the mirror and relive the scene. I found that if I pulled my panties up tight and positioned them just right, they would pull into my pussy. My reflection in the mirror showed my pussy clearly outlined.
I became braver throughout the year keeping my feet up longer. Before class, I would go to the restroom and pull my panties up tight, letting him get a good look at my covered pussy.
I wish I had a thong to show him, but I wasn't allowed to wear them. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to see more of me. Just before the end of the school year I again went to the restroom to prepare for our game, but I knew I had a long summer ahead of us. I again pulled my panties up tight, but this time I pulled them over a bit. I lifted my skirt and looked down at myself. With my panties positioned like that, they were splitting my pussy.
I stayed in the restroom until the bell rang debating whether or not I could really expose so much of myself. I was late to class, but in that few extra moments I found the courage to go through with it.
For the first half of the class I was too scared to show anything more than I already have. The first time I did expose myself that day was completely unintentional. Since it was the last day of school, he let us do what we wanted. I was reading a magazine and hadn't even noticed that my feet were already up on the desk before me. I only noticed when I caught his eyes on me.
My first reaction was to hide myself and put my feet on the floor, but I froze. At that time, not because I wanted him to see, but because I was too afraid to move. My heart was beating so fast knowing that so much of me can be seen by him.
Soon, my fear turned to excitement. His looking at me made me feel sexy and I convinced myself that I should thank him for it. I held my knees together, but moved my feet apart. I glanced up at him and saw I had his attention. I let him look at me like that for a few more minutes, then scoot myself forward in my seat. I could feel my panties pulling tighter into my pussy.
I did my best to avoid eye contact with him, but when I did look up I saw him biting his lip. I felt so appreciated and sexy by that simple act. About ten minutes before class ended, I began to rock my knee back and forth giving him quick flashes of my nearly uncovered pussy.
As I grew braver, my knee would swing wider before closing again. I could feel the cool air on my inner pussy and realized that when my leg swung open, my panties would pull half of my pussy to the side with it. With my pussy opening up for him like that, I'm sure he was able to see how shiny my pussy was with wetness.
Just before the closing bell, he got up to give us his "Thanks for a good year" good-byes. He sat on the edge of his desk talking. I scoot forward in my seat so far, my lower half was practically laying down with my feet up. The whole while I stopped rocking my leg and left them open for him to see. My panties were pulling into me so tight, they held my pussy open.
He tried to address the whole class, but kept looking down at my pussy. When the bell rang, I practically ran out of there.
From then on, I've become somewhat of an exhibitionist. I'm married now and have always been faithful, but I can't fight the impulse to discreetly expose myself to strange men.
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10/16/2010 at 12:04 PM
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— My Cheating Heart
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I'm a 22 year old student and almost everyday, I shower with my roomate and give him incredible head. He has a beautiful cock and I get a total thrill getting on my knees and sucking every last drop out of him. It just feels wrong, naughty and amazing !!!
We are both in relationships but I can't stop !
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12/10/2010 at 12:36 AM
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I got my wife a little drunk one night and asked her to describe the "wildest" thing she had ever done sexually. She told me about when she was getting married the first time. Her girl friends took her out to celebrate two days before the wedding. None of them were of legal drinking age so one girl stole a bottle of "Jack" from her Father's cabinet and they sat in the car passing around this bottle until it was gone. Five young girls finishing a bottle straight, needless to say they were pretty shit faced. They ended up at a Fast food place just giggling and laughing and having a good time. One of her friends asked her if Ron, her future husband, was a good lover. Her response was "I guess so". They asked her, compared to her other lovers how he rated. She admitted that Ron had been her one and only. She told me her friends were in shock. They just could not believe that she had never had any other sexual experiences. She told them it was a little late now, but the alcohol started to kick in and a plan started to form.
Linda, my wife's Maid of Honor, goes over to the "kid" working the counter and asks him if he has a break coming up. When he asks why she tells him that one of the girls at the table wants to have sex with him, but he can't know which one. He checks out our table and says that we are all "babes" and he would have no problem "doing" any of us. Linda explains that he has to play by her rules and if he does he is in for a good time. She asks him if he has a car and a condom. He says yes to both and she hands him her scarf and tells him to go sit in the passenger seat of his car. She tells him to put the condom on his dick and the scarf over his eyes and he ready for a "good time."
Now she comes back to the table and tells my wife of her plan. Even in my wife's drunken condition she tells Linda that she is crazy, that this will never work. The other girls are all over my wife asking if she wants to live the rest of her life having only "experienced" one man? They all swear a vow of secrecy, that no one will ever know, even the kid will be blind folded and never know which girl he had sex with.
As stupid as it sounded the next thing my wife remembered was standing next to the car window, looking in at this teenage boy with his pants down to his ankles, a condom on his erection, and a scarf over his eyes. She told me she hiked up her skirt and removed her panties and climbed on to the front seat facing him. She put his hand between her legs and told him to "finger" her until she was moist. She stroked his erection a few times and noticed he was bigger both in length and width than her boyfriend Ron. She was a little concerned about making him "fit", but her juices were starting to flow and she was going to make every effort. She told me it was tight but that it felt really, really good. She said she was surprised the kid lasted as long as he did considering how excited he was and she was able to cum twice before he did. She climbed off of him, open the door and walked away, back into the restaurant and sat down with her friends. The giggling and laughter had stopped and the girls sat in silence wanting to know how it felt. Just then the kid came back from break and walked over to the table. Looked each girl in the eyes and said he had no idea who it was but that he wanted to thank who ever it was for the most exciting night of his life. He said I'm going to return the scarf but I'm going to keep the panties that he found on the floor.
Two days later, on her Wedding night, Ron, her new Husband, took about three minutes before he came and then rolled over and went to sleep. My wife told me she just laid there thinking about her "Fast food Lover". The marriage to Ron didn't last eighteen months.
After telling me this story we got up out of bed and went out to the car (it was in the garage, but it was still kind of kinky). I sat in the passenger seat and she crawled on top of me. I reached down to play with her pussy and she was already dripping. I had my face planted right between those 38 D's and that little five foot frame of hers was bouncing up and down like it was the end of the world. Now our sex life is usually right between Good and very good. That night it was right between Awesome and Holy shit.
Now my problem, I can't get her to talk anymore. She thinks it's perverted. I've tried booze, grass and begging and nothing works. Now this is my plan. I'm going to post this on the web site and I hope you guys (and girls) will read it and respond in a positive manner. Please try to convince her that there is nothing wrong with her exciting stories and if it adds to the enjoyment of our sex life than this is a good thing. Now to be fair if you guys (and girls) think that I should respect her wishes and don't ask her any more questions, then I will be disappointed but will give in.
Come on everyone, don't let me down.
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12/4/2010 at 11:28 PM
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The other night, I had a sex-dream about my son. It was quite real and explicit. I would NEVER do anything like this, but I woke up sleepy & turned-on. And I quietly pleasured myself while thinking about it. Since then, I have been feeling really guilty. When I see my son, I just feel awkward. Like we actually had sex or something. I'm waiting for the thought of it all to just go away, but it hasn't yet. I feel gross.
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— My Cheating Heart
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I am a married woman I was away from home on business for an entire week. I was staying at the Delta and on the Friday night I was feeling lonely and went to the bar in the lobby.
I met this pharmaceutical sales guy and we seem to hit it off. We had a few rounds of drinks and near the end of the evening, I asked him if he would come up to my room for a night cap. I had never ever done this before and not sure what got into me.
The ride in the elevator was somewhat awkward but we eventually made it to my room and once we got in the room he grabbed me and kissed me. We then fell on the bed and slowly the clothe came off.
This guy was very good looking and single. I could tell he had not been with a woman for a long time and the sex lasted well into the night. It had been a long time since I had "hotel sex" although I felt guilty, this guy was scratching that itch and filling up that large void.
The sex was intense, sensual and playful. Just when I tought we were done and going to sleep, he would rise again and kiss my body endlessly until he was inside of me again.
We were in the shower at 3:00am and he was washing my back and my entire body. I could not remember the last time I had a shower that late or that exciting.
I slept in his arms and could feel his muscular chest and although I felt confused, I can't remember the last time I felt this safe or satisfied.
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1/28/2011 at 1:28 PM
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Last week...my daughter had one of her school-girl friend spend the night.
Her friend is very young and really cute and is always flirting with me in a little-girl way.
I had been asleep for a couple hours when I felt her get on top of me.
I was covered by a sheet, but, naked and my dick started getting hard as she rubbed up and down. The room was dark, but, I could see she was totally naked. She pulled the sheet off and began rubbing the wettest pussy up and down on my dick. I felt like I was gonna cum. After a couple minutes, the head of my dick was at the entrance to her hairless pussy...and she pushed. My dick went into her and after about a minute, we both began cumming. I touched her small breasts and her nipples felt like little hard rocks. I had my hands on her butt and I've never fucked like we fucked...and she's just a kid.
I know it's not right, but, I want to fuck her again, and she let me know that we will be fucking a lot.
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5/27/2011 at 4:03 AM
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when i was younger my bf and i visited his family for the weekend. we had to share with his younger brother but couldnt help it one night after a few glasses of wine so i climber on him and started to ride him slowly and quietly. I look up to notice his brother watching us whilst pretending to sleep but carry on regardless, playing with my tits making eye contact with him throughout whilst bouncing up and down on his brothers big cock. By the look on the brothers face he had his hand on his dick and Im pretty damn sure i made two brothers cum and pretty much the same time which, strangely, im quite proud of.
My bf and I broke up a couple of years later and since then i have bumped into his brother a couple of times.... both times have resulted in me being bent over and having his dick slipped into me.... to my delight as he's a good inch or two bigger than his brother. :)
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5/10/2010 at 8:06 AM
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I'm a young Landlord (32) and I own a 10-plex building near the University Campus. I only rent to young jock guys 18 to 22 of age and during the semester, there are at least 25 guys living in the building.
A few years ago, I set up a Glory Hole inside one of the basement 1- bedroom appartment and I wrote a telephone number on the laundry room wall to call for a blowjob.
Every year I get 6 to 7 horny resident guys that text or call me and that come regularly. Lat in the evenings, it's as busy as a McDonald's drive thru.
I love sucking cock and I think I've probably sucked enough to last me a lifetime.
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2/16/2011 at 11:24 AM
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I'm a 21 year old grad student and during the holidays, my roomate Josh had a buddy over and we were drinking heavily and having fun. We decided to play cards and at one point (not sure how) we got into strip poker.
I have been single for a bit and the thought of seeing a bit of boy skin got me excited. Especially two guys against me.
Well the cards weren't in my favour and at one point I ended up in my underwears. Then came the bra off and then the g-string. Although the boys were cheering and laughing, I could tell they were blushing just a bit.
I totally enjoyed loosing and giving the boys a free show. I was standing up and having fun with it all and I could see their eyes taking it all in.
We kept playing until the boys had to take off their boxers. It was cute, embarassing and fun all into one. I was horny, drunk and in great company - so I suggested that we continue with some dares.
It began with some kissing and touching but I eventually ended up having to give Josh a blowjob and things escalated from there. We moved over to the couch and dropped the cards and both guys took turns fucking me.
I shut out the world outside and forgot about all the pre-conceptions of society and just enjoyed the moment. It was an amazing fun time.
The next day after his buddy left, Josh knocked on my bedroom door and came in sat on my bed and apologized. I lifted the covers, pulled him under. We had a good laugh and I whispered in his ear that I want to do it again.
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1/1/2011 at 9:52 PM
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the first time i cheated was odd
i had only had sex with three guys before i got college. my boyfriend and i got together, and the sex was great. he was in a fraternity, could get us booze, was a runner, and could go for hours.
one night on his birthday, though, he got really drunk, and passed out while i was riding him. he was great, and that was completely out of the ordinary for him, because usually he was like the energizer bunny, always going, and going, and going. he also introduced me to a lot kinky things.
but he passed out, and i was still really horny, so i went to the bathroom.
i'm a moaner. sometimes i scream. i'm loud.
i go to the bathroom in nothing but my panties, which wer hiding nothing as they were a birthday present in "that way" for him, and i hear his roommate's tv running. this is at like 4 in the morning.
so i stop off in the bathroom wearing those panties (g-string and barely anything covering my pussy) and only a bathrobe more, and he comes out, sees me, and immediately ducks back in.
i'm still wet from my boyfriend, and his rommate either did it intentionally or didn't, but the door was cracked a little. he was watching porn on his tv.
so i just let myself in.
before i knew it, i was on my back, being fucked. HARD! it was great. he was bigger than my boyfriend, and he lasted longer because hew was a football player and had the stamina and the body i prefer. big. muscled. and he was huge. it hurt at first, but after the first few strokes into me, i was loving every second of it. i got really worried about beingt oo loud and tried to quiet down, but with him pounding me, i decided i didn't care. i was wet, he wanted me, he was horny, i was horny, the porn was playing, and i wanted him bad.
my boyfriend never found out, unless they talked about it, but i still fuck his roommate every at least once a month. i have also become really good friends with one of his female friends, and she and i have a good time together, since she lets me explore my bi side with her. the boyfriend doesn't know about that either.
i also cheat with other guys now. craigslist is my friend. i keep condoms in my purse if i go clubbing without him when hes out of town on work stuff. i know that if i have my way, ill be in a guy's bed by the end of the night, and my boyfriend will never know.
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— When I Was a Kid —When I was a teenager in high school, I wasn't popular at all. I was a bit of a book nerd. I wasn't very social. I wasn't really shy, but I could never find the right words.