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  • — I Hate My Neighbor —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I hate my neighbor for diffrent reasons than most. I hate him because I can't resist sex. My dad and mom get along with our neighbors great and I think they are like best friends. My parents don't know that when ever I get alone with him we either have sex, or I suck him, or somthing always happens. He is older than my dad and he is married and has children my age. I like haveing sex with him. I can't resist. When no one is home I come over and he licks my clit and I suck his cock. He fucks me all the time. This summer we had a pool party and we met in our bathroom and he took my bikini off and fucked me on the sink, while his wife and kids and my parents and some more of my friends were outside in our pool. It was amazing.

    #10588 — Comments (7) — Nov 24, 2011 at 5:26 PM — That's Juicy! (76) Remove This. ( ** )
  • — I Hate My Neighbor —
    Straight Female / 31

    The title should be I hate/love my neighbours daughter.
    I'm a 31 year old married woman living in the UK, who's just found out her husband is fucking a neighbour, one who's only seventeen, long flowing brunette hair, a gorgeous body, large firm breasts and extremely good looking.

    As a teenager (that's when we met) my then boyfriend had a reputation of having a large penis. The first time we had sex (I wasn't a virgin) I found out exactly how big he was and the rumours were correct. My husband has a nine and half inch thick cock. One I've been lucky enough to have fuck me almost daily all of our marriage. As far as I know it's the first time he's cheated on me.
    As I've said I'm 31, but I'm a very fit 31 year old. My profession keeps me that way, I'm a sports teacher in a college close to where we live.

    It was because of the weather I discovered my husband and my neighbours daughter. Our hockey game had been cancelled due to heavy snow, so I headed home. Unlike some of the confessions I've read when I decided to confess this myself, I knew straight away he was fucking someone else. I could hear her moaning as soon as I opened the door.
    It was her moaning that probably stopped them hearing me enter the house.

    I stood and watched her mounting my husbands cock for over ten minutes, before I went back out and into my car. What I saw has made me question myself and my sexuality.

    She looked stunningly beautiful riding up and down on his large cock. I couldn't help myself from watching and I also couldn't help myself caressing my pussy through my knickers. I'd lifted my short hockey skirt and each time she lowered herself onto my husbands stiff cock, I rubbed my increasingly wet my pussy to the same rhythm.

    It was her body, her breasts rising and falling. The shape of her arsehole and buttocks as she fucked my husband that was turning me on. The sound his cock made as it squoze up her tight pink pussy, but most of all it was her fervant moaning which had me wanting to join in, rather than admonish my husband for cheating on me.

    I had to hold my mouth with my other hand because I was cumming. I waited though until I saw my husband fill her pretty little snatch with his cum, before I left the house. Picking up my mobile I rang the house and waited for him to answer, when he did I could tell he was still inside her. His breathing was eratic as he spoke and I could faintly hear her kissing him.

    Parking the car again some twenty minutes later and then entering the front door, the house was this time quiet. The smell of sex filled the house, but I pretended not to notice when my husband walked out of the bathroom. He'd not showered as I thought he might have and I took the oportunity to test his resolve. I went down on him.

    Her pussy taste was all over his cock, mingled with the taste of his cum. Once again I pretended not notice and lovingly continued to suck his cock. He was erect in seconds and after almost ten minutes of blowing his cock, my husband unleased his cum for the second time in half an hour, this time down his wife's throat.

    It's been a fortnight since I found then fucking, I want to tell him I know, but most of all, and the one thing to me which is messing with my head is, I want to taste her pussy for real and I want to watch her pussy take his cock up close, so close I could lick her arsehole as he fucks her. The only problems I have, is, how to get round to the subject and how to convince her I genuinely want to share my husband with her ????????????????????????.

    #13941 — Comments (4) — Mar 22, 2013 at 12:00 PM — That's Juicy! (75) Remove This. ( ** )
  • — Sex Confessions —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was 16 and horny, I went to my friend's cottage. His parents were European and as soon as we got there, his mother got totally nude. This was very new to a Canadian boy and I had never seen a woman's body.

    I was a skinny boy with a big fat cock and I had a hard time hiding my bulge in my board shorts all weekend.

    She would sunbath and swim a good part of the weekend and we would take boat rides and she was totally nude. She had beautiful breasts with large nipples, a nice figure and a small strip of hair on her large pussy lips.

    On Sunday morning I woke-up late and went outside - turns out my friend and his father were gone to get firewood on some island on the lake. She was there in the sun naked again with a large sun hat. We chatted for a while and at one point she turned over and asked me to put lotion on her back.

    She handed me the lotion and I started with her neck, her shoulders, her back, her lower back and was doing her buttock when I realized maybe it was wrong. She told me that she was enjoying my hands and that I could continue so I continued and did her legs and her feet and then back to the buttock and back. I don't think I missed an inch.

    She turned over and asked me if I wanted to do her front. I was so hard my cock was almost hurting. I began with her shoulders, her arms, her nice breast & nipples, her stomach, etc... At one point I realized that I was cumming in my shorts.

    She was guiding my hand and it was amazing. She saw the wetness in my shorts and suggested that I take them off. I did and it was strange to have someone look at my cock. I was sitting on a towel beside her and she came between my legs and began to suck on my cock. She totally gulped it and had me cumming a second time.

    She then continued and it was more enjoyable as I did not feel the urge to come. She sucked me and gulp and licked me for what seemed a good 45 minutes and then began to play with my anus with her finger and that got me to come a third time.

    She swallowed every last drop of my young cum. This was definitely one of the best blowjobs of my life.

    #9471 — Comments (0) — Dec 28, 2010 at 4:27 PM — That's Juicy! (75) Remove This. ( ** )
  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Posted by Anonymous

    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.

    #9584 — Comments (0) — Jan 28, 2011 at 12:28 PM — That's Juicy! (75) Remove This. ( ** )
  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I'm a long time lurker here. This is not a guilty confession, although no doubt I'll get many responses calling me names.

    I'm a woman whose 40th birthday is in the near future. I neither smoke or drink, do not go to bars, and have not been on a date in twelve years. I do not have random sexual encounters with men or my own gender. I do not even gamble. In other words I am as bland a person as is humanly imaginable.

    I met "Joshua" back in August. I was driving along when I sighted a curled up figure on the sidewalk. I stiopped and found a young boy crying in the rain. It seemed that his family had put him out of the car when they discovered that they didn't have enough money to feed all of them at a restaurant. I didn't believe it at first, but I would discover later it was true. When he gave me his address, I couldn't let him walk three miles in the rain back home, so I dropped him off. when we got to his house, he sat on the front porch in the rain because he had no way to get in. So of course I took him to my place. When I got him to go to the shower I saw the welts and bruises and scars on his torso. A call to Child Services got me a simple response of 'we can't comment on an open case but we will record your call'.

    Joshua became a regular visitor to my home. I lived a mile away from him but he didn't mind the walk. I was appalled by his scruffy appearance and tried to clean him up and get him some less shabby clothes. By contrast, the times I saw his parents they were dressed in new clothes and well-fed. I also treated his injuries when necessary.

    I don't recall when he began to spend the night, but he had his own pajamas and shower supplies and a small wardrobe at my place by the time school started. Often on the weeknights he would stay at my place. I tried once to call his parents and let him know where he would be sleeping, but as soon as I mentioned his name I got a screaming, swearing, violent tirade about how they were going to 'teach Joshua his place'. I never tried to talk to them again.

    It was the end of September that I woke up at night and felt the oddest sensation. I looked down and saw Joshua sucking on my toes. When he noticed that I was awake, he screamed and ran to a corner, putting up his arms like he expected me to hit him. I could only put my arms around him and hug him and try to calm him down. Eventually I was forced to take out one of my breasts and let him suckle until he calmed down. After he relaxed I told him he hadn't done anything wrong, just to ask first.

    From that point on, Joshua was sucking at my toes and fingers and nipples and earlobes. He'd lick any part of me that he could. And it didn't take long for me to copy him. He was so starved for affection and contact that he wanted yo experience my existence in every way he could. And I have to admit, I came to enjoy both giving and receiving.

    It was the middle of September that the constant mutual stimulation took on a sexual overtone. Our simple nighttime caresses suddenly became either dry-humping or energetic mutual masturbation through our nightclothes. I was the pone who suggested showering together, but it was Joshua that added digital penetration and oral sex to our list of pleasures. At every step I either rationalized it or simply ignored it. Even when he performed analingus and cunnilingus on me or I performed fellatio on him I found it in myself to not think of us as lovers.

    I was Halloween that turned the tide. We had our own private night, and I wore a short-skirted sexy Alice costume and he wore a Cheshire Cat costume as we handed out candy. At one point in the evening there was a lull and he had begum playing around under my skirt, and by this point in our relationship I thought nothing of it when he lowered by panties and began licking at my ass. In fact I got on my knees and leaned against the sofa to give him better access. When he put his arms around me and began rubbing his penis against my ass I understood what he was trying to do. And I understood that after all we had been through, this was the Point of No Return.

    So I told him to get the vagisil moisturizer from the bathroom. He understood and applied it on my rectum and worked it inside. He entered me with no problem. It only lasted a few minutes before he climaxed but it felt marvelous. I went without panties the rest of the evening and when we showered we consummated properly.

    Now that the last taboo was broken, we became lovers in earnest, and he began spending more and more time here. In the middle of December he finally stopped going home. He's been here six weeks now, still going to school. I called Child Services again this Monday and got the exact same response as last time. He's been away from home for six weeks and his parents haven't even reported him missing! Not to mention the stretches of time he spent here that apparently never got a red flag from anyone.

    Technicall y I am a horrible pervert and a criminal. But Joshua is safe, well-fed, loved, attending school, and not being beaten. So what if he's in my bed and my body? So what if he'd rather play with my box rather than the XBox? He's happy here. And I must admit so am I. I had not realized how empty my emotional life had become, nor how nice it was to have a real sex life.

    What are we? Lovers, I guess. In it's purest form.

    #10798 — Comments (8) — Jan 20, 2012 at 11:40 AM — That's Juicy! (75) Remove This. ( ** )
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I don't know how it started, but as a girl as young as ten, I've been an exhibitionist. I was never molested and came from a very loving home. I think something was just wired wrong in my head and I like to let people see parts of me they aren't supposed to.

    When my family would go to the beach, I would dig holes in the sand, but bend over too deep and too long. Boys my age would look, but even men my Dads age and older would look too. When I knew I had their attention I would try to show more. Sometimes I would pull my bikini to the side splitting my pussy. Sometimes I would pull my bikini down a bit allowing it to sag away from my pussy. It all depended on how much I wanted to show which was most often all of me.

    It became habit for me to wear skirts without panties just so I could "accidentally" show someone my pussy. One of my favorite ways to sit in a skirt was with my knees up to my chest and feet apart. I loved the way I felt so open and exposed.

    I was sitting that way once at a shopping mall just watching peoples reactions as they passed. Probably several dozen men saw my pussy each time I did that. Some would stop and sit across from me and pretend to wait for someone.

    My Dad had a thing for classic cars and was in the process of restoring a VW from the 60's. He had a friend over to help him one weekend. I was their helper getting them drinks and handing over tools. His friend was working on the engine from the bottom and Dad was working from the top.

    I would walk back at forth around the front of the car making sure his friend had a good view up my skirt. When I thought he had a good view I would casually play with the edge of my skirt flipping it up a bit. My Dad could see me, but I thought I was being discreet enough for him not to grasp what I was really doing.

    My Mom came out to let my Dad know he had a phone call. As soon as he left I wanted to make sure his friend saw more. His friend slid to the front of the engine with his head just under the bumper. I walked over to the front bumper and casually put my knee on in.

    I heard him stop working and I smiled to myself. I heard him take a deep breath and I put my knee further out, spreading myself for him. The door opened, I put my leg down and Dad told me to go inside.

    Just from the inside of the door, I could hear Dad telling his friend not to worry about it and that they knew I had a problem. What problem was Dad talking about? I felt fine.

    A few days later, I found myself in a Psychiatrists office discussing my problem. It took a few sessions with him before we even approached the subject of me being an exhibitionist. He asked if someone was hurting me and I told him how great my home life is.

    We began to talk about instances of me flashing people and just talking about it was exciting to me. I began to discreetly flash my Psychiatrist soon after that session. At first, I would move around in the chair often trying to get my skirt to cooperate. He knew what I was doing, but made no attempts to correct the behavior.

    One session, he bluntly asked me, "Are you wearing panties?". I'd never been confronted about it before and was actually embarassed by it. I told him I was and he politely called me a liar.

    He then said, "If you enjoy showing off, why lie about it when caught?". I was stumped. I didn't have a good answer. I think his goal of confronting me was to correct the bad behavior, but instead he got the opposite.

    I put my knees up to my chest and feet apart like I did at the mall so many times. He looked while at the same time telling me that wasn't appropriate.

    That's how our sessions went for a while. I would show him my pussy while we talked. He would always have his notebook on his lap. I never knew if I excited him, but I hoped I did. Sometimes, he would steal glances. Other times, he would blatantly stare.

    I saw him for just under a year. Most of the time we talked about everything else other than my flashing problem. My pussy would be exposed while we talked about movies, TV, school.

    I still have a habit of flashing people, so obviously I wasn't cured. If this habit had a negative impact on my life, I would see it as a problem, but it's not a compulsion and I'm not hurting anyone.

    #9647 — Comments (7) — Feb 18, 2011 at 11:20 AM — That's Juicy! (74) Remove This. ( ** )
  • — Gay Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I am a 50 year old married guy, living in the tropics. I have avoided sex with my wife for about 3 years..won't bore you with how I have done that.. and travel a lot. When I do, I take with me a complete wardrobe of sexy underwear, tight pants, sheer shirts, t's and muscle t's.
    I should say I am very toned, tanned with a thong tan line, and would love to wax but that would give too much away...my thong tan line is hard enough... I wear thongs and my wife has often commented but....

    When I travel I relax and take on my natural gay personna. I eyeball hot guys, I wear clothes that suggest I am gay, and I frequent gay clubs bars and venues. I ALWAYS have safe sex, I don't even suck a cock unless the guy has a condom on. Mostly I am a bottom..and love to be fucked with a thong or g string on..god knows why but it really turns me on.....

    When my wife is away which is quite frequently, I spend a lot of time in the nude, or just in a thong or sheer see thru sarong. Our garden is very private and of course always swim nude.

    I crave men..hot male bodies..hot firm smooth male skin.. erect male nipples ..hot male arm pits...and of course hard smooth erect shafts...to say nothing or the curve of a male back, leading to the mound of a male butt and the treasure of a dark crevass, and a hot warm man cunt.

    My most beautiful gay occassion was recently in Bali..a place I adore and a place I have only ever been to alone, so it has no shared past.

    I was on business and was booked at a Villa resort belonging to my client. He was there and so my gay personna had to be tempered somewhat. We were invited to a dinner with one of his business colleagues and at the last moment my client had to attend another event so his driver took me to the dinner. I was wearing quite tight white pants, a quite sheer white cotton bali shirt, and loafers. when I arrived, my host greeted me at the door. I was taken aback. he was wearing a sarong, bare torso and a gold ankle chain. he greeted me with a kiss to each cheek as he held both my hands. He called me darling, and imvited me into the villa. It was beautiful, seductive and sensual. Candles, soft lighting, mode music, cushions...

    He said what a shame Richard couldn't join us, but said he had had his cook do a great dinner so we should enjoy it .. he mixed a martini and we drank..chatted and had another martini, and another..usually two is my limit..but...

    he then suggested i should perhaps be wearing a sarong, rather than hot long pants and went to get one. I wasn't drunk but certainly 'in the groove".

    He came out with a sheer pure white sarong, with white frangipani flowers on it which you could hardly see..I felt my cock stir..

    I went to the bathroom and undressed..i had a black thong on so had to quickly decide..leave it on..very visible or wear nothing..very visible..I decided on the thong NOT too forward, but hey if he though a thong was gay...well....

    When I came out he passed me a glass of red wine...stood back and just said..oh, love the thong but darling sarongs are to be worn nude, especially that one..

    I just stood there and lifted the srong and took of my thong..and then I boned..all 8 inches of me..that was it we didn't eat dinner just fucked ourselves senseless

    #9457 — Comments (0) — Dec 27, 2010 at 12:46 AM — That's Juicy! (74) Remove This.
  • — Men Only —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I have a question for you guys out there. I am a woman btw. Do you like it when a girl's pussy gets really wet? Mine gets dripping wet very easily. Is that a turn on or do you find it gross? I am just curious as some guys I have been with loved and others didn't say a thing. I am assuming it's a personal like/dislike.

    I just thought I'd ask outright.

    #10982 — Comments (18) — Mar 4, 2012 at 4:32 PM — That's Juicy! (74) Remove This. ( ** )
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I hit puberty before anyone else in my class. I needed a bra by 3rd grade, discovered by accident how to masturbate in 4th, and got my period in 5th. My parents were hardcore bible-thumpers and told me sex is dirty and wrong unless you're married, thinking about someone while you masturbate is the same as having sex with them, only sluts go past first base before marriage, blah blah. Basically I was going nuts because I had big boobs(around a full C cup by then, I think - didn't hit D cups until I was 12 or 13)with really sensitive nipples, I was dying to know what it was like to have someone play with them, and it was apparently not only dirtybadwrong for me to want that, but I was also going to have to wait until I got married to find out. When you're 11 and dying of curiosity, having to wait a few DAYS for something feels like forever, let alone YEARS.

    Our next-door neighbors went out of town for a week that summer and paid me to pet-sit their puppy. They said I could hang around, watch TV, whatever, just don't make a mess. So one day I was over there sitting on the couch watching a movie or something and the puppy started licking my arm. His tongue was warm and wet and kind of sandpapery, and suddenly I was like, if it's a puppy, it doesn't count, right? Surely it has to be a human boy for it to be sinful. I got really excited about the idea, and thought what the hell, I'll try it. I pulled up my shirt, pulled down my bra cup, and right away he started licking my nipple! I think he probably hadn't been weaned for very long(maybe a month? 2?), because he acted like he expected me to give milk or something. He would lick my nipple until it got really hard, and then he'd start sucking on it. Then he started nipping it, kind of a sharp half-bite, which stung like hell but when he started licking it again it felt ten times as incredible. He licked and nipped and sucked for probably 5 minutes or so and I thought I was going to die, it felt so good. I pulled down my other bra cup so both tits were hanging out, and he climbed up onto my lap and started in on the other nipple, occasionally alternating but I could get him to switch when I wanted him to by just turning so the tit I wanted him to play with was closest to him.

    I ended up having to go home after like 15 more minutes of that because I was so turned on and wet as hell, and I thought it would be weird to masturbate in someone else's house (like letting their puppy try to nurse on me wasn't). I came back and did it again the next day, but he was rougher that time, and actually bit my nipples a couple times instead of just nipping them. At first it felt really good because it made them even more sensitive and then he'd lick and suck some more, which made me so wet I could hardly think. He finally bit just a little too hard and I had to stop him and pull my swimsuit top back up, but within like 30 seconds he was climbing all over me, scratching me with his nails and nudging my tits with his nose. He did manage to get one to fall out of the suit top, and before I could cover it back up he was all over my nipple with that sandpaper tongue, licking it raw. I told myself to cover up, make him stop, he's gonna bite you, but it felt so fucking GOOD. Sure enough, he switched from licking to biting, and then sucking really hard. I was seriously considering just sticking my hand in my shorts and getting myself off while he did that, but then he bit my nipple again and it hurt so much I kind of yelped and jumped and checked to see if I was bleeding. I wasn't, but that scared me enough that I never did it again. But I never forgot, and now as an adult, I have a fetish for that kind of stuff.

    My favorite fantasy is being a wetnurse for all kinds of animals, like laying on my side for puppies or piglets to suckle, leaning over so my tits hang down like udders for lambs and calves and goats and foals, my nipples being scratched and tweaked and played with by raccoons and monkeys before they suck and bite them.

    I can't stop thinking about it. I've had an average number of (human) sex partners, and have a satisfying relationship, but whenever I masturbate, I think of that puppy licking my nipples, or having a calf sucking each hanging udder, and lately the fantasy started including a big wolf licking my pussy while the other animals suck my tits, or him just fucking me. Yes, I know it's wrong. No, I'd never actually fuck an animal. But given the opportunity to let a big dog lick me anywhere he wanted for as long as he liked, I'd be naked in a second.

    I'm not going to ask if it's normal, and I'm not going to try to justify anything. I know it's weird and gross and wrong, which is why it's always been a secret. I just had to tell someone after all this time.

    tl;dr - A puppy licked my nipples once, and I'd really like that to happen again, with a bigger dog, more body parts, and less clothing.

    #11001 — Comments (20) — Mar 9, 2012 at 1:21 PM — That's Juicy! (72) Remove This. ( *** )
  • — Women Only —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I am dating this guy for sex. We don't have much in common, he sometimes gets on my nerves and he is way too much into sports especially watching it on television.

    He has a nice body and an equally large cock ! He gets hard at a touch of a button and he fucks like an angel. Our best moments are spent between the sheets and I sometime feel guilty that I use him as a boy toy.

    #9585 — Comments (2) — Jan 28, 2011 at 1:15 PM — That's Juicy! (72) Remove This. ( ** )
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