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Little explanation is needed here ... these are confessions that are just plain gross. Maybe a poop accident, or a pee story. A puking your guts out after binge drinking confession ... you get the idea. No holds barred.

If you or someone else got totally grossed out, wants to hear about it!
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    Straight Male / 22

    Here we go again!
    This is dedicated to the #2 comment on the previous Cambridge University post.

    1. I'm ready to listen...Are you ready to think?
    2. Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma.
    3. Have a nice day! (Somewhere else)
    4. Don't believe everything you think.
    5. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
    6. Don't make me use UPPERCASE.
    7. If you have something to say, raise your hand and place it over your mouth.
    8. Before you came along we were hungry, but now we are fed up!
    9. Don't let your mind's too small to be let out on it's own.
    10. I'd like to help you out...which way did you come in?
    11. Wipe your mouth...there's still a tiny bit of Bullshit around your lips.

    Are you the one who tried to have fun with your wife by telling her that maybe if she washed her clothing in Slim Fast her Butt may look smaller?
    The next day as you were getting a fresh pair of Jockey Shorts out to wear you noticed a dust coming from them. You shook them and more dust. You yelled, "Who in hell put this Talcum Powder in my underwear?" Your wife yelled back, "It isn't Talcum Powder. It's Miracle Grow!"
    Women have a way of getting even.

    #24816 — Comments (1) — Sep 6, 2015 at 7:37 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 22

    Tlak aobut sxey, tihs ins't but is inertsetnig!
    Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabridge Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a ttaol mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
    So ltes sotp cmolpinanig wehn smoenoe mkaes a tpyo and mvoe on!

    #24815 — Comments (5) — Sep 6, 2015 at 6:28 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This. ( ** )
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    Straight Female / 30

    Saw something new today. I'm a widowed nympho and my friend is a divorced farm owner who is worse a nympho than me. We were drinking recent at her farm and normally she talks about all the young guys she's been having sex with but lately she hadn't. Being nosey and curious I asked why such a change. She was very vague and talked about finding her new heroin and if i was lucky she might show me. We as the drinking continued and the talks got more dirty and we began to arouse one another I quickly found out what she was talking about.
    We grabbed our drinks and headed to the barn where she houses all her horses and cows. As we sat out there enjoying a good toke and our strong beverages she told me I must keep a secret, of course she knew I would lol. She grabbed my hand and walked me to this beautiful horse named midnight, and starts talking about him as explains she uses him for breeding. The reaches under and takes ahold of his massive penis. Startled I watch and the horse scared me with the noise he made.
    She began to stroke this ungodly monster making him erect. So gross and weird. Next she brought over this obviously made at home bench and placed it below him, then off with her pants and holy shit I would have believed if I hadn't seen it my self. She rubbed is nasty tip across her wet pussy and began to push that dangerous thing inside her. The way she stroked him and she rocked up and down and side to side. Before too long this beast shot disgusting amounts of horse cum on her pussy and body.
    My friend is a nasty fuck and I love her so. Awkwardly enough, I want to try now.

    #24742 — Comments (7) — Aug 29, 2015 at 10:02 PM — That's Juicy! (26) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 35

    I have a very special "gentleman's gentleman" in my employ. I have a large inheritance, and live in a large isolated house, even at the age of twenty-one. I interviewed several applicants, and was impressed by this one, with a real upper-class English accent, very correct and formal, real Masterpiece Theater stuff. He was okay with the financial package I offered him, and suggested that he would be amenable to 'ANYTHING' that might lead to a bonus, if I was prepared to speak frankly and graphically. "It has been my experience that young men such as yourself, very often are in the grip of raging hormones, and often have been subjected to childhood abuse, which has left them, shall we say, a trifle unusual? I am very experienced in all forms of human behavior and excesses, so I am sure there must be SOMETHING I could assist with, for a reasonable uh, expense account, shall we say?" He was so avuncular, at his advanced age, and so bursting with bonhomie and willingness, I finally got drunk enough to tell him. "So the long and the short of it is, due to as you suspected, childhood abuse, the only way I can attain any sexual satisfaction, is to be kept almost permanently in total-enclosure bondage! I would happily reward anyone who could help me with this embarrassing matter, substantially! I hope I haven't shocked you!" He laughed. "Oh, hardly! I've been around the block a few times, as they say, and also, as again, 'they' say - it's not my first rodeo! I would be delighted to assist, and would leave the matter of compensation up to you, and your sense of fairness and actual achievement" So, we got into the nuts and bolts of it, and mow I am imprisoned in my full-length rubber-lined bag, 23/7, with an hour for exercise bike/treadmill, food, and hygiene. A real stun-gun guarantees my compliant return to the status quo, at the end of the hour. My elderly jailer has a market for what they call "pre-cum" at some laboratory which needs lots of it for research into sexual enhancement preparations, and he devotes hours every day to generating it and harvesting it, with my goodies pulled outside the bag, through a small zippered aperture, which is kept snugged tight round the roots, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. Apparently he can also get paid for actual semen, if refrigerated in the proper containers, of which he has an endless supply. I am out of my mind with the need to come, which he ignores, chuckling amiably, and utterly merciless in his harvesting protocols, as he puts it. It's all very civilized and classy, but he is an iron hand in a velvet glove, so to speak, and never lets up on his "scheduling" I admit to being a little surprised that he has never taken the opportunity to open the small zipper at my mouth, and make me fellate him. Surprised, and a little disappointed, to be honest. Perhaps we can discuss it, if I ever have the opportunity to talk, from my confinement. I can't do it face to face, during my "hour" for some reason. He runs the house with great efficiency, and much time-watching. He is OCD in many ways, and wants everything exactly so, even me! I have an extra hour today, as he is dealing with an insurance adjuster, after a fender-bender in my BMW, so I am taking the chance to put this on record, along with my total satisfaction with the way things have worked out!

    #24664 — Comments (2) — Aug 20, 2015 at 2:59 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 35

    When I was eighteen, puny, bookish, and with raging hormones and no outlet, in desperation I went to the apartment next door, where there was a real brute of a man, who used to tease me in passing, crudely and offensively, sometimes offering to "wank me to death" and laughing like a drain when I got all red and embarrassed and hurried on by. Anyway, I knocked on his door one Friday evening, and asked "Can I come in?" when he answered. He stepped aside silently, grinning widely. He was fat, sweaty, bald, unshaven for days, in a dirty tee shirt and stained sweatpants, but I was in the grip of something stronger than me. "What?" was all he said, but he chewed his gum with a leer,picked his nose and wiped it on his pants, scratched his ass, and in general was utterly disgusting. Part of me wanted to flee, but another part just KNEW that if I was ever to find whatever it was I needed, this would be the guy! ANYTHING would go with him! I shrugged, and he said impatiently "What the fuck you want, kid?" I said "I dunno...have you ever tied anyone up before?" He chuckled and said "Better believe it, four-eyes! That what you want? I'll tie you up! Okay? You serious, or just wastin' my time? Ten seconds...! I drew a deep breath, faint apprehension trying to break through the fog of arousal. "Okay then, fuck off! " he growled and turned from me. "No, wait!" I said, my voice shaky. "Go ahead, do it! Quick, before I change my mind!" Suddenly serious, he went to a closet, telling me to get naked, which I did. I laid my glasses on a table, and suddenly things were all blurry, and he had the sleeping bag over my head before I realized what was happening. It fell all the way to the ground, and he was tying it at my neck, and waist. with rope or something. It stank! One end of the zipper ended right at my upper lip, and he slid it down an inch, giving me more air. "Okay, bub, you wanted to be tied up! What now?" he sn****red evilly. "I don't know.... whatever you say, I guess.....I mean it's not like I can stop you!" I said my voice shaky with fear, but with excitement too! Something was going to happen, I knew! "Good attitude, kid! You might even enjoy it! In fact I'll guarantee you enjoy SOME of it, and the rest, well I don't give a shit! I'm gonna enjoy it, that's fersure!" He slid open the other end of the zipper, up to my tightly-bound waist, pretty much, and took hold of my balls, with his fat fingers, squeezing and yanking them cruelly, until I yelped. "Shut the fuck up! In fact...." he slid the upper zipper tight closed, and now I only had what air I could draw through the metal zipper, and had none left over for the luxury of speech! He said he was going to "wank me to death" since his earlier offer had obviously drawn me here! That actually felt really good, especially with me utterly helpless to resist, but after a while, he pulled me close to him, slid the zipper back down, and pushed his tongue into my mouth! I wasn't ready for that, and the taste of tobacco turned my stomach! But I could do nothing but bite his tongue, and as helpless as I was, that didn't seem a good idea, so I just stood there and let him french-kiss me, endlessly, as he fondled me. He finally pushed a large pouch of chewing tobacco from his mouth to mine, then sealed me up again so I couldn't spit it out. The taste was awful! My hands, trapped above the rope at my waist, found areas of hard, crusty deposits on the cloth, and it dawned on me it was probably dried come! "Just to add to your fun, lemme tell you that old bag is thirty-odd years old, ain't never been laundered! I've sweated in it, peed in it, shit in it even, threw up in it, came in it, you name it! It's all in there, in some quantity or another! Gross you out? Huh? Good! When my six-pack is finished goin' through me, I'll piss it all over you! You only rent beer, y'know....! Sound like fun? Maybe you'll throw up in there, too!" His chubby fingers were driving me crazy, as he rambled on, and nothing else seemed to matter, not even his constant threats. He really seemed to enjoy telling me how he was going to keep me in the bag, all the time! "See how long it takes you to go fucking batshit crazy!" he gloated. I was so excited even this didn't really bother me, at that point, anyway. Then soon, he muttered "Gotta go!" and stuck his fat cock through the inch of open zipper, not into my mouth, but alongside it. Then he peed, and peed and peed, and the hot liquid soaked into the thick fabric, ever lower, until I was saturated right to the waist, at which point he withdrew and sealed the zipper shut again! Now the entire upper half of the bag was saturated with his foul-smelling piss! To be totally honest, I wasn't quite sure how I felt about wasn't all bad, it seemed! Then the wanking resumed, tirelessly, and I slipped into am kind of dream state, as time passed ever so slowly. Just when I was about to explode, he stopped altogether, and re-zipped the lower half of the bag, then put me on my knees, and filled my mouth with his hot hard cock, ordering me to "suck it or die!" So I sucked it, with increasing skill, under his guidance, realizing it wasn't as bad as I first thought. It actually felt pretty good to my surprise. Now he rambled on about what all he was going to do, in horrifying but strangely exciting detail. The entire weekend passed this way, and I had never dreamed of such total sexual fulfillment. When it was finally time to get ready for work on Monday morning, I assured him that I would be back in the evening, and every evening, and every weekend, for EVER!

    #24654 — Comments (4) — Aug 19, 2015 at 10:00 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 46

    I'm a married man with 3 kids who loves to suck cock until he pukes then continue to keep sucking cock....

    #24519 — Comments (1) — Aug 7, 2015 at 5:20 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 31

    I confess in my time exploring limit testing I have done a lot of wronge to get a result I wanted.
    I started by just being myself, finding quickly those who dream of it r attracted to sex, and those who admire people who do what they want we're just targets.

    I had my own circle and age group to play with but I explored,,, dateing several at a time & using them for my own sexual advance satisfied me for the time.

    Every time I think back on it I smile knowing my current partner the KJ is for me everything bout her is fucking horny to me. I actually love her & want her to explore with me

    I started naturally in group play and enjoyed every moment
    Worked into swapping and same room
    Then into set ups and deals with pervs
    Explored exploiting pervs for $ found it degrading to all parties
    Worked on having partners find players
    After experiencing nuns mums & 2 teachers I explored couples and swingers and more sugar mums, they paided well almost as well as kinky couples

    When I was 15 I took Sarah's virginity she was my age same school, and caught the next day doing her mum, we were high as & both Sarah & her father walked in on us.....I had to fight this bloke to get my footy shorts on

    At 12 I was put in detention by myself in a small room with this new nun at out school, bitch wanted cock, bitchs got cock for the rest of the year,,,,,all it took was for her to put her hand on my lap and wip my back with her cane,,,,,,on feeling that wip I instantly took my pants off then shirt and sat nude for her to get her fill of wipping me,,,,,she used to cane the fuck out of me while I sat naked and hard and just grip my cock so hard it hurt & I asked for it always to be harder as she just caned me............then she would start to masterbate...........the first time she did this I took the hint and took over and fucked the shit out of her------ always firstly forcing my cock till my stomach hit her face down her throat, regardless if she choked or spewed.........then slapping her face with my hard on, then splitting her legs apart against the wall and ramming it home till I blew.........pulling out and making her suck me dry then hard agian while I instructed her to finger her arse reedy for anal,,,,,,,thenfucked the shit out her,,,and she regularly and especially on the 1st time shit everywhere as I fucked her................she needed up sharing me with sicko nun friend,,,,,,,another confession

    #24429 — Comments (0) — Jul 30, 2015 at 2:04 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 18

    My friends cousin was grinding on me, just basically getting off by rubbing her snatch on my crotch. She was practically naked, but I was fully clothed, wearing white jeans, a black shirt and just enjoying the show. After she came, she stood up and she had started her period and bled all over my jeans. She looked really sad, but I just laughed...I told her how I hate my step mom and was going to make her clean them.

    #24422 — Comments (0) — Jul 29, 2015 at 11:32 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 35

    I have an extreme femme-dom marriage, and some years ago, my wife received an invitation to an exclusive femme-dom party, with very special rules to be followed, if attending. On arrival, before exiting our vehicle, she secured me comfortably but escape-proof, in a latex strait-jacket, and a really wicked sensory-deprivation hood of padded heavy leather, with lockable straps in three directions a well as the neck. Then, otherwise naked, and heavily dosed with Viagra, despite my excellent libido anyway, she led me into the main body of the party, to what she told me later was considerable applause, at my state of utterly helpless 'readiness' and generous endowment. From there on, many hands caressed and probed me, intimately, and I was passed around freely, at first. After a while, when the liquor had flowed sufficiently, I guess, it got more intimate, and I was forced to have intercourse with numerous women, standing upright, and then bent over a barstool, was gently gang-r**ed by a succession of anonymous males, who were very careful not to hurt me, but totally determined to reach a satisfactory conclusion. The proceedings culminated with an endless hell of orgasm denial, as several different unseen people took me skilfully to the edge of orgasm but never allowed me to go over it. I couldn't even make a sound, and was utterly unconscious of any outside stimuli, other than the clever, wicked fingers, and sometimes lips. My wife told me that when I began dancing involuntarily on the spot, unable to reach any relief or release, there was more applause, and lots of "suggestions" for further mischief. Apparently I wasn't the only 'attraction' but the most popular one, it seemed. She received several very generous offers to either purchase me outright, or rent me, by the day, week, month, or year. She maintains that she kept all these phone numbers, and uses them as leverage to push me even further down the slippery slope of total submission, in our own activities. She does often recreate the bondage techniques at weekends, and has friends over for the weekend, sometimes male, sometimes female, often both. Now I ask you, who could POSSIBLY wish for a more fulfilled and fulfilling sex life? Am I lucky, or what?

    #24380 — Comments (2) — Jul 24, 2015 at 11:47 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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    Transsexual Male / 22

    I fucked a dog kek

    #24304 — Comments (0) — Jul 16, 2015 at 4:38 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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