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Embarrassing Moments
We've all had them - those truly hateful embarrassing moments, caught with your finger up your nose, or snooping through a medicine cabinet, sneezing snot all over a fellow passenger, or realizing you forgot to set the parking brake after your car rolls into a gully, or needing to wrap your jacket around your waist when your period unexpectedly started when you were wearing white pants.

This section of AdultConfessions.com is here just to chronicle those most embarrassing moments. Let the whole world know your bad habits, and when you got caught committing them.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Straight Female / 29

    I am 29 years old. This is about my Dad. My Dad is one of those guys who grew up lower middle class the son of Mexican immigrants, worked his way through college and graduated when he was 25. Went to work and got his certifications for his profession and rose through the ranks to head a large division of a very big public company. Along the way he earned very good salaries and bonuses, in addition to getting significant stock options. Suffice it to say that he is very well off and we grew up in the lap of luxury.

    My Dad met my mom at work, she was a lower middle class girl like him, except she was Cuban American and her parents owned a small restaurant. He got her pregnant and that is why they got married. They have been married for 30 years (I was the pregnant baby). Of course everyone sees this a great story of hard work, of immigrants made good, etc. But my Dad has a really bad habit. He likes girls, lots of girls.

    He has always been surrounded by girls, younger pretty girls, almost always Hispanic girls with European features and fair skinned like my mother. Now that he can afford it he has collected a group of three girls and he has sex with all of them, if they don't want to have sex with him they are dropped and become outcasts. These girls give themselves to him and are happy to be in his club. Not just myself, but others call it his Hareem. The girls are smart, he doesn't like doormats or dumb girls, but they submit to him. They call him Papito which is my mother's pet name for him and refer to themselves as his Nenas, which is the name my mother uses to refer to me.

    My mother used to complain but she is resigned to this as long as she doesn't have to get involved. One of these girls is turning 29, which is my age and she wants to be my sister. The other two girls are younger in their mid twenties. My Dad is 57 and he is blessed to be in great shape. He has never smoked and hardly drinks. I think he is a sex addict but no one would dare suggest to him to get treatment. He is very smart.

    My mother knows him, she was one of his various girlfriends when she got pregnant. She happened to have been very pretty when she was younger, still is, but she was very pretty and he couldn't resist her. It is hard for me to understand how these girls can be attracted to him and fall over themselves to please him. I know he is my Dad, and when you speak of this you get horror looks from women but guys tend to think that he is OK, he is living the life.

    I happen to be a woman and it gives me chills. When I was a teen in high school or a young college student I dreaded bringing girls home because he ended up hugging and kissing my friends and they just went into a zombie response and let him hug them. He never messed with them, he knew if he did I would hate him. I can't help loving my Dad, he is everything to me. But I do wish he was more sensitive with my mother and stopped playing around.

    #40889 — Comments (1) — Jul 25, 2018 at 8:37 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 27

    an ex took a lot of pics and video of me when we dated in college. Of course he posted some of them. and you know what it's fucking embarassing. I'm an adult now and every few months thise stuff comes back around. Someone calls to tell he hey that pic or that video was posted again. I have a career and I know every guy I work with has probably seen the pussy pics and the vid of me masturbating and finger fucking myslef and I just want it to go away.

    #40876 — Comments (5) — Jul 24, 2018 at 7:45 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 18

    when i was a sophomore and into junior year i had thing w this guy. i really had feelings for him but he was just using me for nudes and entertainment. what he didnt know was that i showed all my girlfriends his nudes and every video of me “fingering” myself was just me moving my hand around in my panties bc he could never even get me in the mood enough to finger myself.

    #40812 — Comments (1) — Jul 16, 2018 at 1:58 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 32

    One of my embarrassing moments was when I went swimming at a hotel pool. I jumped in the water at the deep end began doing a length of the pool when something didn't seem right. I reach down and realize I am no longer wearing my swimsuit. It was gone. It was a Speedo type and rather old. I could see it at the bottom of the pool in the deep end and being I am not a strong swimmer couldn't swim down to pick it up. I tried numerous times but failed each time. I could see it and noticed the sides had ripped at the seam. I am guessing when I hit the water the sides of the suit ripped open and the suit came off me. There were about 5 people in the pool area who got a good laugh. I didn't grab a towel when I came out so I first ran over to location where they are kept only to find there weren't any there. I then had to run back to the change room trying to cover myself best I could so as to not give too much exposure.

    The next day one older woman recognized me from the pool and told me I made her night. She tells me she recorded the whole thing on her phone and proceeded to show me. The video started with be swimming and you could see my bare ass out of the water. It shows me realizing my suit was gone and then me trying to dive down to get my suit at the bottom of the pool. Seeing this part made me realize that this is where I exposed myself the most. When I tried to dive down my upper body was underwater but from my waist down was out of the water. My cock was fully exposed to everyone and the video caught it. When I ran out of the pool I at least used a hand to cover myself not showing off too much. The woman asked if I wanted a copy, took my email and sent me a copy.

    A few days later I began to get emails from people making comments about my pool incident. It turns out the women showed them my video and gave them my email address so they could send me their comments. It was mostly her friends she showed it to and one friend wrote back with comments and pictures of herself naked telling me she was interested and asking if I was too. It was funny because I wrote her back and we skype'd. This woman is 26 years older than me, lives across the country, and when we were on cam she got naked. She convinced me to as well and we then both masturbated together. That was a very first for me. We have skype'd a quite few more times since and sometimes it is purely sexual and other times it is just to chat. We even talked about meeting up at some point for both some sexual and non-sexual fun. It may seem very strange but I feel real safe, trusting and comfortable around her. She could easily have recorded what we did online but I have no worries. I am heading her way in a couple of months and look forward to meeting her in person and if she wants I am more than willing to be sexual with her.

    #40799 — Comments (0) — Jul 13, 2018 at 6:10 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 29

    It is definitely one of my worst nights. I got butt fucked without warning. It wasn't in the US and I was on vacation and I had a few drinks. He got me undressed and I though he was going to give me doggy sex, but I knew what was happening when he put his penis up against my butt, when he whacked my butt really hard and grabbed my hips. He got up on his knees and sent his penis into me, tearing me up. He literally tore me. I bled and my butt burned so bad I suffered all the way back to the States. I had to go to a proctologist who suggested that I would be better off with a stitch and let the tear heal right.

    Months later, I was hanging around my mother's house when he called me. He told me he was going to be in Miami and he wanted me to go down and spend the weekend, he was staying at the Fontainebleau on Miami beach. He would book me a ticket and I could fly down from Panama City. All kind of things went through my mind, like asshole, jerk, fuck you, but all I said was which weekend and I would love to go.

    He did not book me a room. He took me to his room. I did ask him if he thought he had special rights, because I was not his wife or his girlfriend. He held the door open for me, if I didn't have anything else to say that I should change so we could go to dinner. Dinner was nice, we went dancing at the club afterwards, I tried to not drink anything but I did have one glass of wine. On the way up to the room in the elevator he grabbed me and held me against him. I put my head on his shoulder and when he leaned down to kiss me I let him kiss me.

    I went to bed with him, no denying it. I kept myself facing him, telling him that I wanted missionary sex, nothing exotic, just good old American missionary sex, to make me feel like the woman that night. I kept my butt away from him, in the morning in the shower when he started to lather me up, I stayed face to face with him, whatever I had to do to keep him away from my butt. My weekend went well, we went out and he was nice and I went home with my butt OK.

    I met him many times in many places, he traveled a lot then and would send me tickets to meet up with him in San Francisco or New York, and then he took me to Europe (where the nasty thing happened, same city, same hotel). In the room, I was looking out the window at the skyline and he asked if I remembered that night when we met. I said I remembered but that was not going to happen again, ever. He had his shot and that was that. He asked me what I was talking about.

    I told him about it, or rather I got very emotional and told him about it. He said he didn't remember it like that. He grabbed me by the hips and turned me around and I got on the bed on my knees and let him pull my pants down. He wet me down with this lubricating lotion and he went all the way in, every inch of him, I kept my mouth shut. I waited until he was done, I got up and went to the bathroom and got a couple of wet towels, one for me and one for him and I washed him and asked him to wash me and if we could take a shower. In the shower I let him lather me all down, front and back. I paid special attention to his penis and got him erect again and asked him to take me back to the bed. I laid back and told him that I wanted him missionary, to do me missionary that is how I liked it.

    At dinner I asked him why men feel the need to do that to a woman, if it was a power thing he had already proved that to me. I told him that I will do it again if that is what he wants to do, but I don't understand why when regular sex is so much better. But truthfully I really like it when he performs sex with me in the missionary position, so I can hold on to him and look into his eyes. You can't fall in love with the wall, you fall in love with his eyes. And every time we have missionary sex I fall in love all over again.

    #40758 — Comments (2) — Jul 9, 2018 at 4:46 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 26

    Hmmm, I have to confess that I am an incurable romantic woman that fantasies to find her prince charming, to find one day the man who will make my heart pound at his appearence, just hearing his manly voice or feeling his body heat.I always dreamt to find my perfect man.
    I am not perfect, I am a normal looking young woman but despite my personality I am an introvert and very shy when it comes with dealing with any male I don't really know how flirt works I am just a big clown when I have to deal with a man in flash and bones. I wish that my true personality would show off when I interact with any guy I like that I am a warm hearted woman full with emotions and lots of love to give.
    I wish I wouldn't appear so distant and reserved and expose the true me.
    The painful thing is that I really like a guy from work he just moved in our department 2 weeks ago and works with me in the same office, I tried to be nicer with him as I could and explain to him things of our work but I guess he doesn't like me because he doesn't talk much we sometimes just sit there and working without saying anything and it makes me very anxious and nervous.
    For him I must be just a collegue from work and nothing more, I probaly shouldn't think at him like a potential boyfriend but sometimes I feel desperate for some love and human contact I never show it tho.
    So, maybe I am a little naive to think that he will ever be interested in me there would have been any signals or body language and there weren't any...
    The things that made me liked him were that he looks very manly, I like his deep voice, his eyes, I like his personality because he looks very calm and stress free and make me feel calm too. I was very tensed iin the first days working with him but now it's ok I wish I could make him talk to me and see that I am a good woman in who he can trust.
    He may not be my prince charming but I wish I could have a different relationship with him but men are such a mistery for me and I can't really know how to interact with them. If there could be any kind of advices to help me I would be very grateful. Thanks!

    #40728 — Comments (6) — Jul 7, 2018 at 5:18 PM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 21

    My most embarrassing moment so far.

    I have been seeing this guy sexually for a couple of months, and I'm the adventurous type anyway so I let him write some pretty bad things on my body. I liked playing the sub, the slave sometimes, and I guess generally being; as he calls it, a cumhole for him. He's even introduced me to some of his friends as his "hole". I ended up getting fucked by those friends usually. I let him start using india ink, and/or sharpie marker when he writes. He put a hash mark on my butt cheeks for every guy that I've had sex with in my life. Then he labeled it as the guys from one weekend, there were 28 marks. Below that on my cheeks with arrows to my butthole, he wrote "buttfucked since age 13". On my front, I'm shaved totally down there, he wrote "cumhole" and "free pussy to all" and put an arrow to my hole.

    We got in a small car wreck and the writing was there for all to see in the hospital. Nothing serious in injury, just my own humiliation to endure. I think too many people, male and female, nurses and doctors came in and had to "examine" me.

    #40694 — Comments (1) — Jul 5, 2018 at 12:10 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 30

    i have sexual fantasies and masturbate to porn. I feel dirty about it and hate myself for doing it. I just really want a normal life with love and a man who I love. I am sick of waiting. I am sickened by my perversions the longer I wait the more strange they become and I hate them.

    #40678 — Comments (6) — Jul 4, 2018 at 4:59 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 34

    I married a nice man from Ontario, Canada. I mean he is nice, a real nice man. I met him when he was doing a part time job after he got laid off. I have a college degree and worked in accounting. But I moonlighted as an escort. I never told him about my night life. In any event I let him date me and he is a good man with a good job, now we live in Chicago where I am looking for a job, not as an escort.

    I don't know how, or if, or what to do. I feel guilty about my past. I never did doing it, I started as a stripper in college and then a hooker for the club I stripped for, and after I got out of college I picked up money working as an escort. I worked for a lady that my boss at the club referred me to. My clients will never be the type of men that my husband will ever meet. And I have a pretty good memory, if they even got close I will shut it down.

    My husband was married when he was younger but they never had kids. He talks about kids. I never thought I would ever have kids. I am young enough, but my past isn't really about having kids. I don't kid myself, in college I was an outright stripper and whore, that's why I don't have any student debt. And escorting is the same thing, you go out to let a guy have sex with you for money. It's good money, even after the split with the escort service. I own the condo I lived in when I met my husband. It is rented it out now, and I will sell it to use for a down payment for buying a house with him. I told him I got the money to buy it from my grandfather when he passed away. Another big lie.

    That is what I came here to say, to practice telling the truth. I can't believe how guilty I feel now about how I got through college or made money on the side while I was working. I confessed to a priest, I was a Catholic growing up, but all I got was the forgiveness thing if I do penance. It's my husband that I fell guilty about not telling him. I am crying right now because I don't want him to ditch me.

    #40658 — Comments (2) — Jul 2, 2018 at 11:59 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 26

    When I was fifteen going into my sixteenth year and then again only once when I was seventeen, I sucked on my drunken daddies cock. In total I sucked on his dick on eighteen separate occasions, making him cum the last six times in my mouth and swallowing his gorgeous tasting seed.
    Each time he'd been drinking heavily and each time he was asleep on the couch he often crashed out on. My mom wasn't with us then as she'd left us to be with another man, and it was that I belive is why he drank so much back then.
    Throughout all the times I sucked on his awesome cock, I never once believed him to be awake, even when on the last few occasions he'd kind of hump my mouth.
    Last month however at my wedding, he approached me outside during our reception and said "I hope you and ****** have a good life together. Here's a start for you". (He passed me an envelope) and then said "Oh and by the way, if you suck his dick as good as you did mine, you'll be fine".
    I swear I'd never been so embarrassed in all my life. I later learned he'd awoken the last six times, yet didn't want to stop me or make me feel bad.
    The thing is, now I know he was awake during some of my cock sucking attemps, I've begun to think of nothing but his beautiful cock. Like I say I haven't touched him sexually since I was seventeen, and now I'm married to a wonderful man. But and I know this deep within myself, if he wanted me to, I'd suck his cock again tomorrow, and possibly more.

    #40639 — Comments (6) — Jun 30, 2018 at 1:03 PM — That's Juicy! (21) Remove This.
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