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Out Of The Closet
Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 32

    I licked up and swallowed another mans sperm last night. That's not all I licked it from my gf's stomach and although that's humiliating enough I have to confess I loved it.

    #40311 — Comments (2) — May 27, 2018 at 9:33 AM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This. ( * )
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 27

    As a freshman in college I joined an on campus group that provided tutoring to high school students. The lead was a another freshman girl and she and I became friends. One day after our meeting we went to get a cup of coffee. We were standing at a corner waiting to cross and she leaned over and kissed my cheek. I turned to her, but the light changed and she took my hand and we walked across the street. On the other side she put her arm around my waist and said something like she just loved being with me. The moment was there and she turned into me and I put my arms around her and we hugged real tight and she asked for a kiss.

    I had never kissed anyone, and standing there on a street corner kissing a girl on the mouth and she was asking me if I loved her. She asked for another kiss and told me she loved me and wanted me to tell her I loved her. She wouldn't budge, her arms around my waist telling me speak slowly and tell her I loved and to kiss her between each word. All in all we must have kissed ten times before we walked on, me with my arm around her shoulder and she with her arm around my waist. This is how our affair started.

    Once the topic was out there she wanted to tell me everything, how she felt, how she knew when she saw me that I was the one for her, how she felt at night wanting me to be with her. And she hung on to me, kissing my cheek, my mouth. She asked me to tell her over and over again that I loved her. That night she came to my apartment and we slept together and we figuratively gave our virginities to each other. First with our fingers and then with our tongues. In the morning I was still not sure what had happened, she was sleeping with me and we were naked, we had made love, we had oral sex, we had used our fingers to get in as deep as we could. And now she was asleep naked with me in bed.

    When I got back from the bathroom she was awake, she opened her legs completely and asked me to kiss her there. She said she wanted a morning kiss, to go ahead and kiss her. I leaned down and kissed her, she was already wet and the next thing I knew I was digging into her with my tongue. Our affair had just started, we had a hunger that did not go away and we spent a whole lot of time making out and having sex. I lived in an apartment and she lived in a dorm so most of what we did was in my apartment. She spent the night with me a whole lot. What I remember of that semester was the unending sex. We made out in public, in private, on campus and off campus. We had people tell us to take inside, people cuss us because we were lesbians.

    I am telling this story because this is what happened to us. We were both girls from small towns. We both went away to college fully expecting to meet some guy and come home and get married. Instead we found out that we were not dating material for guys. We were crazy stupid girls that first year, and it took a full year before we more or less settled down into a day in and day out relationship. I won't lie to you, being a girl in a lesbian relationship has a whole lot of challenges. Not the least of which is ourselves, we struggle a lot on who is who. We are just too much alike so our lives is a blend, there is no black and white. We could use some more distinction, more black and white, we are two peas in a pod, more suited to being sisters than a couple.

    But don't ask us to sleep apart.

    #40295 — Comments (0) — May 24, 2018 at 9:39 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 27

    I chose "Bi-Sexual Male" because it was the closest option to the truth. I've been suffering from extreme depression, existential crisis, dysphoria, just overall feeling horrible and desperately seeking an end to it, and while I feel like I want to finally just be myself and stop trying to be the person that other people want or expect me to be, I can't override my psychological fear of finally doing it.

    I am genderfluid and pansexual. Sometimes I feel male, or at least don't feel female, but other times I feel very female, and it bothers me because while I've told some people, or hinted it to them, their resistance to the idea has scared me back into keeping it a secret. I am attracted to both men and women, preferably fat people, I love big asses, hips, thick legs, bellies, big titties. I am fat myself and believe I have gynecomastia, because my breasts are very feminine, arguably the most feminine natural breasts I've ever seen on a biological male. I also think I have low testosterone, but this is being said without a clinical diagnosis, these are just theories I've considered.

    I guess I've always been this way, but didn't understand it at first until gender identity and sexual preference became a more talked about topic. At first I just thought I was either bi, or gay in denial, but I know I am attracted to women, so I settled on bi, but I was terrified to admit it to anyone because I felt confident they'd see me as a freak and not like me anymore.

    Over the years, I've taken photographs of myself in women's clothing, or nude, and experimented with men, and dildos. I really enjoy giving blowjobs more than anything, even more than getting them, more than vaginal sex, and more than giving or receiving anal. I'm not even sure what about it I like so much, I just feel so appreciated and attractive while sucking a man's cock and hearing him moan and compliment how well I am pleasing him. I always swallow when they let me, as I love feeling them cum in my mouth and love swallowing their cum.

    I've strongly considered painting my nails regularly, shaving my whole body and wearing more feminine clothes, but I am under so much pressure not to do it that it's crippling me. I am horribly depressed and contemplate suicide every so often. I work at a job I hate that expects me to work myself go death for less than 10 bucks an hour. I have foot and ankle injuries that I can't heal because I never get enough time off my feet and can't take a vacation or I wont be able to pay the bills.

    Because I am so unhappy, one of the only things that makes me feel good is when I am feeling feminine, when I am naked, when I take a shower, when I look at my own tits, when I touch myself. I masturbate imagining having sex with a man who treats me like a real woman, or imagine myself receiving a blowjob from someone who is actually attracted to me and enjoys making me feel good.

    I am married, to a women, and our sex life has died down over the last 8 years (we've been together almost 11), she used to suck my dick all the time, willingly (I thought), but one day she just decided she didn't like it anymore and told me she only ever did it to make me happy, so apparently, I don't deserve such a luxury anymore. I've struggled with that too, because not having a regular sex life with my wife fueled my depression and self-hatred because I assumed it was my fault. That I wasn't good enough for her anymore, that I was unattractive and gross. Losing the feeling that I was worthy of intimacy really fucked me up. I found myself craving the feeling of being loved regularly.

    I have worked the entire time we've been married and I give her literally all of my money to pay the bills and do whatever she wants with it. I do whatever she tells/asks me to do. I've always spoiled her as much as I could, because I thought that was the right thing to do, but now that it's too late, I see that I fucked up. Because I didn't make her earn anything, from my love, to my time, to my money, she doesn't appreciate any of it and just expects to have it all without giving anything in return. She's never had a real job as long as we've been together.

    I used to literally be addicted to her, because I was so lonely and depressed before I met her, I thought she was the answer to all of my problems, I was unhealthily infatuated with her, and at first she was also infatuated with me, but her infatuation wore off, and mine stayed for years longer, so me wanting her so badly made her denying me so painful emotionally.

    Eventually, I focused on other things in an attempt to try to overcome my sadness, and practiced not even being sexually attracted to her, I am still attracted to her, I just started to not expect sex ever again, because every time I'd ask her, she'd either straight up reject me or agree out of frustration and make it seem like a chore. But then, once I stopped showing interest in her, eventually she expressed to me that I don't touch her anymore and acted sad about it. How can she expect me to want to be intimate with her when she makes me feel disgusting?

    I' m writing this all out of chronological order, sorry. Before I even met her, I was already fasting to try to lose weight because I hated myself and thought if I could starve myself skinny enough maybe someone might give me a chance. She fell in love with me while I was 260lbs and made me feel like the most attractive man on the planet. It was literally a dream come true, until it ended.

    I still consider fasting again to lose weight, because I hate myself so much sometimes, I think if I lose weight she'll either be attracted to me again or at least someone else will be and she'll show me affection out of jealousy because she feels threatened by other people being interested in me. It's sad I even have to think about trying to make her jealous just so she'll appreciate me.

    Anyway... I don't need to tell you my whole life story.

    TL;DR I am a biologically male, genderfluid, pansexual who is married to a woman who isn't too attracted to me anymore, I fantasize about being a sissy slut for men who will actually appreciate me, I am living a lie by still presenting myself as a straight male to most people, I want to just relax and be myself, but the crippling fear of losing everyone in my life and being criticized and harassed by others keeps me from doing it.

    #40277 — Comments (2) — May 22, 2018 at 12:40 PM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 25

    When I first started getting serious with my girlfriend I confessed to her all about my cross dressing and of course she asked if I had been with any men and I told her yes and she said she was ok with it and let me dress up but made me buy my own clothes. She even got involved and began picking out outfits she wanted me to wear on days that I wasnt going to dress feminine. She decided one day that I needed to wear a bra and panties every day all day long so I threw all my boy underwear away. When she told me she wanted me to be the maid since I was dressed up so much . She told me that I was dressed up so much that it wasnt as fun for her like it used to be and to make it up to her I should have to dp something for her and being the maid would be perfect.I told her I would love to be the maid if she bought me some uniforms.Now I do everything as the maid three times a week dressed in my satin and lace,PVC or latex french maids outfit. I am still so humiliated when I answer the door in my PVC maids outfit and it is one of my friends or Sarahs friends with their husbands . I am used to her family coming over when I am feminized,she makes sure that I am dressed up when she invites them over.

    #40195 — Comments (0) — May 15, 2018 at 2:44 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 32

    I moved to take a job as an English language teacher at this private school in Central America. The school was primarily for wealthy kids, although there a few poor children on scholarship. You could tell the difference immediately, the hair, the dress, and the color of their skin. I had this one girl in my class, this was an eight grade English class, her family was very well to do and she was particularly beautiful, long dark hair, dark eyes, with a beautiful hue of honey colored skin.

    I could not resist her and she became my friend and her parents hired me to improve her English and guide her for college in the US. I was only 23 and she was 15. She was affectionate, always affectionate, always hugging me, always leaning against me, always holding my hand. One day while I was at her house she stood in front of me and put her hands on my breasts and asked me if I liked having my breasts squeezed. She told me she liked it when I hugged her and I squeezed her and my arms was around her breast. She grabbed her own breasts, then took my hands and put them on her breasts, turned into my arms and had me hold her cupping her breasts.

    She wanted to kiss. She wanted to lay down and kiss. She grabbed herself between her legs and told me she felt it right there and put my hand and held it tight against her asking me to rub her. She was flush, she was taking her top off, she was reaching for my top to take it off, my heart was beating outside of my chest, when she latched onto my breast and started sucking and then gave me her breast to suck.

    She kept saying that we were women and that men were so bad, her father was so bad with her mom, she didn't ever want to be with a man, she kissed me hard on the mouth, until I was no longer able to hold myself back and I kissed her back and put her on her back and kissed her and touched her uncovered her legs and her wet triangle of matted hair. I told myself to stop, not to do it, but I wasn't in control and I went down on her. It was a fever, it lasted for several minutes, she reached climax and kicked me away, and grabbed me to her and held on.

    We had crossed a line that could never be fixed. I tried to keep a distance, I tried to quit but her mother would not allow it. They offered to pay me more, they asked me to live with them in their house. This was a wild child, insatiable child, she hung on me and I hung on her. In the tenth grade her parents asked me to take her to Europe, on a tour of London, Paris and Rome. A 25 year old with a 17 year old. A teacher with a girl who displayed herself naked to her teacher. A 17 year old that would not go to her room unless she was kissed and told she was loved.

    A 17 year old that spent all three weeks of her tour of Europe sleeping with her teacher. I loved her, more than anyone can ever imagine. Being with her, holding her, sleeping with her, kissing her. Europe was a second crossroads, a crossroads that we could never come back from. In Europe we stopped being teacher and pupil, stopped. We became something else. When we returned from that trip she told her mother that we had slept together every night and she wanted us to sleep together. When her mother questioned her, she told her mother out loud that we were lesbians.

    It wasn't a shock. Her mother knew, but having it said out loud. She was composed and asked me if I was a lesbian. I said I thought maybe I was. I didn't know. She asked how could I not know. I told her I didn't know, but if she asked me if I loved her daughter, then the answer was yes. If she asked me if I had feelings for her, then yes. If I had intimacies with her daughter, then yes. She asked me if her daughter slept with me, and I said yes. Since she was fifteen.

    I left and returned to the States and got a job working at a private school. When Laura graduated from high school the following year she came to the States and went to college and lived with me. Her parents paid for everything. School, our housing, a car for her, spending money, she was kept in the standard she was grown up with. They paid for any and all my expenses as well. Laura finished college and we went on a long summer holiday to Europe, back to the same capitals, this time she was 22 and I was 30.

    Laura is affectionate, which I love. She is obedient to me, and it keeps her from doing things that could hurt her. She doesn't like her father, she doesn't think about him. She is respectful to her mother, but there is a gulf there. I don't ask myself anymore if we are lesbians. For me it was a shock finding out that I wanted and had fallen in love with a girl, a pupil of mine. But Laura, she never doubted herself. Maybe that is why she and her father don't get along. What if anything happened between him and her I don't know, she won't say, except that he is a man.

    #40158 — Comments (1) — May 11, 2018 at 8:56 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Transsexual Female / 25

    I am a transgender woman and I was married to a girl. I was hiding my secret the best I could. That isn't the worst part, she had to put up with my penis.

    I call mine a penis and not a dick or cock because when I have a hard on it is a little smaller than a regular Tampax tampon. I was never able to make her make sex moans. In fact all I was able to make her do was to say, "You are not in me". I am a regular Tampax user but I only use the Tampax Ultra tampons, the largest ones four days a month and I am never without one when it is my period time.

    I had my Tampax in and I was so horny for some big hard cock. I asked my wife if we could invite one or two people for group sex. She said ok and she said she wanted Jim. She asked who I wanted. I looked her in the eyes and said John. She laughed and said really who? I said, "I want John". She said your gay. I said no I'm a girl.

    I called the men and explained the deal. I told John I wanted to be with him and that he also would have my wife. He agreed. Then I called Jim and I said my wife wanted him and he could also do me. He said ok.

    When they got there I was dressed in a sexy dress pantyhose and high heels. I reached out and fondled their cocks and said, "Wow you have big cocks, my penis is less than 2 1/2 inches hard." Jim said, "Your poor wife. Don't worry she will feel my cock". When he put it in he said, "This is the tightest pussy I ever had". My wife said, "I haven't had any dick big enough to feel much less stretch my pussy". He pushed in and she began to moan and said, "My husband was never able to make me moan. Her penis is worthless". Then John said, "Now here is your cock to enjoy". He pushed it in and I moaned so girly. My wife stopped us and she got done and got the camera and said to start again. I was moaning and begging for it deeper and harder. Then Jim put his cock down my throat. My wife said, "Fuck her so hard she walks like she still has cock in her for a week". They did. 4 days later a woman came to me and said, "He must have been a great lover to make you walk like that". I said, "He was so big and hard I wish it was still in me".

    My wife said no more pussy for me, her pussy was only for men's use. I said that was nice of her. We agreed that we were both allowed to call men over. She decided that Jim was spending the night in her bed. John came over and I slept with him holding me like I was a girl, so fucking wonderful. I woke him up with a blowjob and he loved it.

    #40143 — Comments (0) — May 9, 2018 at 12:09 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 29

    I am Asian, I studied here during my high school when my father was posted to the Embassy. After high school we returned to Japan, but I was in love with America. I begged and begged and my father finally agreed to send me to America to go to college. I went to NYU and lived with a Japanese family that was posted to the UN. For many they should know that Japanese are very conservative and we are not encouraged to see people who are not Japanese. I never dated anyone in college, I didn't like the Japanese men who were usually part of the delegation to the UN, and I didn't dare date any man from college.

    I got a job in a Japanese company in the international relations department and I met a woman, or girl really, there who had started working in the finance department. She was quiet and very proper and very conservative and we got along fine. We were both alone, in the most real sense. Although we were of similar height, she was more curvy, and she moved in the most seductive way. Men looked at her. But men didn't look at her as much as I did.

    One day she suggested that we take the long weekend off for Labor day and go to the beach. We chose Florida and rented a room at a hotel with a pool and access to the beach. After we checked in and went to our room, we shared a room, she suggested we get on our swimming suits and go down to the pool. She undressed and she stood there in her panties and nothing else on. I sat on the bed looking at her. She took off her panties and stood there, totally naked. She asked me to get undressed so she could see me.

    We stood in the room completely naked, she asked me to walk over to her until her breasts were touching me, she asked me to step closer, to keep my hands by my side, to step closer until our bodies were completely against each other, she asked that I push my hips against her, our faces were touching each other, we got our lips together and we kissed, we had to keep our hands to our side, she walked me back to the bed and pushed me onto the bed and she performed cunnilingus on me.

    Our hands were no longer at our side, she was grabbing my breast while she performed oral sex on me, pinching my nipples and using her other hand to finger me. I had my first orgasm. Then she lay beside me and we kissed for a bit and she let me recover. She told me she was a lesbian, and she told me she suspected I was a lesbian too. This was the beginning of my first and only love affair.

    In the Japanese way, you don't show that you are a lesbian. You work hard and you don't have time to get married. In her home being a lesbian was also a problem, so our relationship was very quiet. We lived in New York, so we could escape and go out. And we went on vacations together. But generally we had to be very careful. Over the next several years we became total lovers and companions. My visa kept me from being able to change jobs, but she had a passport and one day we got married without telling anyone and she completed the paperwork asking for me to become resident as a spouse.

    We live in Los Angeles now, we are not close to anyone in particular, although we are married we have never told anyone. Even at work we don't state that we are married. She works for large accounting firm and I work with a Japanese bank. I got my citizenship and my passport and the first thing we are going to do is take a two week trip to Europe together, as Americans. On my new passport I do use my married name, my Japanese first name and my married Spanish surname, I took her name.

    #40131 — Comments (0) — May 8, 2018 at 9:03 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 41

    I'm a bisexual, divorced male who works rotating shifts in local hospital. After I divorced the married man who lived beside me and my wife came to visit me in my new condo. He came by several different times before he asked if I was getting any "strange pussy." I responded that my hand was my best friend, as it was while married. He indicated he was in the same boat - lucky to get pussy a couple of times a month. Our conversion progressed to open-mindedness and then he asked if I every had a blow job from a man. Within a few minutes we were in my bed sucking and fucked each other.
    When he knows I am home during the afternoons he comes by as often as possible as he's self empllyed. He called early this morning requesting to come over with a surprise for me. When he arrived he had this good looking local college football jock for us to tag team. Once they got in he asked if he could call another married buddy over and the 3 of us took turns on that macho, jock, muscle bound linebacker for 2 hours.

    #40124 — Comments (0) — May 7, 2018 at 3:27 PM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 32

    Whenever I go on business trips i checkout the gay bars. Around eight pm, I go in to see whatâs going on. I usually figure it out pretty quickly then check out the parking lot and the streets around it. Orlando and ft lauderdale have some very interesting clubs. Around ten or eleven I get dressed feminine gay sexy and go back. I get off wearing panties, nylon short shorts and a ladies silky blouse tied in front. Ladies flats and masquera make my intentions obvious. Some gays are into fem boys and turning them on flips my switch. It doesn't take long for a guy to invite me to his car for sex and depending on how much he turns me on and how long I have gone without cock, I start walking. Sometimes, guys want to makeout and play with me but most of the time, they are hard and ready for sex as soon as we get in the car. Iâll love it either way. I do Whatever they want but love it best when they just push my head down ruffly and say suck my cock. If I like them and want to be with them again, I suck their cock oh so so good. If not, I get them off fast, pull my panties up and go back into the bar. I am a feminist gay whore. I have been since I started watching my mother get dressed pin-up style for her dates. Later in the evening, I like walking on dark streets hooker style teasing and flirting. I pull up my panties real tight and my short shorts to show my cheeks. I fix my makeup and brush my hair slutty and get in cars with guys. We park close by and I go down on them. A big hard cock to suck off rocks my boat and making them shoot cum in my mouth is my reward. I was invited to a gay motel party last week. My date told me to put on full pin-up style make up, pink nylon panties and stelleto heels. He watched while I dressed up for him and his friends came in, saw me and unzipped their pants. I knew I was going to be gang fucked in every fuck hole. At first, I just let them look. I walked around playing with my panties and teasing them into a frenzy. I then bent over the bed and said will somebody please pull my panties down. Two seconds later, I felt a stiff cock sliding into my ass. Two seconds later, another sliding into my mouth. My two other dates were watching, stroking their cocks and waiting for their turn. I was in gay heaven.

    #40107 — Comments (0) — May 6, 2018 at 6:21 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 33

    This is me, back in the closet.

    I was 28, addicted to drugs and alcohol, working part time at a burger bar and beer joint, living with a woman who was bipolar but paid the rent. I was then a lesbian and had been for ten years. Because of my lifestyle and the drugs I dropped out of college and never finished.

    In dropped a man with two friends for a beer and hamburger after work. I didn't pay enough attention to their table and he stopped me in the hall between the kitchen and the dining room and asked me what my problem was. I shoved passed him, but not before he got swat on my behind and told me he wanted to fuck me. When they left he left me a hundred dollar tip and his name and phone number. He fucked me for a hundred dollars, three days a week and he took my cigarettes away, he didn't want to kiss me, and told me to get off the drugs. For a hundred dollars several days a week he got me to have sex and give him oral sex.

    One afternoon, on my day off, he was at the place I was living and he was there to have sex with me and my roommate walked in on us. She wanted to know what was going on, she started to become violent and he sat her down hard on a chair and told her to stay, like talking to a dog. He fucked me on the bed while she sat on the chair and he told her that he fucked me and for her to keep her hands off me. I had to move and he helped me find another place, he signed the lease and he fucked me on the carpet and reminded me that he fucked me.

    I changed jobs. He expected sex, he was paying for the apartment, and he bought me a used car. I don't know how often he fucked me, but it was several times a week. It felt like I was getting fucked every day. He didn't drink and he kept me from drinking and he paid for a program to get me off the drugs. He also paid for a shrink, which I don't know if it helped or not, but I did get off the drugs. I also changed my hair and started to wear make up and dress more feminine.

    The crowd I belonged to didn't have a problem with my change, I was in a nice place, I had money, a car and since this usually happened with a man, they completely understood. I was playing the straight game. I was the 'wife' and he was the 'husband'. All I needed was a couple of kids and I would be set up. I never had anything to do with the woman I used to live with, she and I broke up.

    I got pregnant. He was upset, but he is in love with me, and he decided that if I was pregnant we should get married. We got married, that day I dolled up and wore a dress and everything. He had bought me a ring and a diamond and we put on the show. Everything went pretty well, but that night he held me down and told me that now I was his wife. I asked him what he meant by that and he told me he didn't want to hear about any woman hanging around.

    I have two kids now and we live in a regular house and I stay at home. My kids are in day care in the mornings and I do the gym and run errands in the morning. I more or less cook, but I am not that good at it. I do wear my hair in a girl cut, and wear earrings and my marriage rings. I changed my name but I am not used to being called Mrs. Jones (fake name) by the teachers at the day care. I don't have any clothes of the ones I had when I met him, all I have now are pretty much girl clothes from department stores, he likes 'cute' on me. Living with him, being the mom and being his 'wife', and even the Mrs. part, is much easier than playing feminine all day long.

    The mother of one of my daughter's friends at school is a hairdresser and going to her and sitting in a chair with nothing but other women getting their hair done is a trip. My husband wants cute, so she cuts my hair in a feminine short style. The lady also does make up for weddings and such and she is teaching me make up. This is the hard part of going into the closet. The dressing up. What I see when I am all dolled up is not who I am, but it is the girl he wants to see. I tell my husband that when I go do my hair I am in a room with nothing but women. If he meant what he said he would let me go to a barbershop and get a hair cut like I had the day I met him.

    I am so far in the back of the closet now, other than people who knew me before, no one would guess that the lady on the cul de sac with the two little girls used to be a lesbian drug addict.

    #39987 — Comments (0) — Apr 17, 2018 at 8:35 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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