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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 —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I have liked looking at women for manys years now. But the older I get it seems I want to be with women other than my husband. I have been with other girls before, but never told him. He don't like the idea of me bringing a woman home for us to enjoy. I think he would enjoy it more than me. He is so old fashion. I have a very open mind. But how do I tell him I like women also??

    #1142 — Comments (2) — Apr 14, 2002 at 4:20 PM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I asked a recent ex-lover (now friend) of mine, if he ever had sexual fantasies about me. He said he did, and I made him describe them (in detail) and write them out. I acted all grossed out but then later that night I masturbated to them until orgasm.

    #1139 — Comments (4) — Sep 23, 2001 at 7:56 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I confess! I encouraged my wife to have a sexual affair so she could tell me all the details. She did and it was the most excited I had been in years. Am I crazy? We love each other but I really enjoy her stories. We have incredible sex while she is telling me about her afternoon. How do i encourage her to continue and not make it seem like I'm pushing her away. I know she enjoyed it also.

    #1128 — Comments (9) — May 13, 2001 at 2:16 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Posted by Anonymous

    This election I didn't like any of the Lieutenant governor candidates, so I voted for a Libertarian just for the hell of it.

    #1125 — Comments (0) — May 7, 2001 at 4:44 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My significant other has, I swear, six boxes crammed full of pornographic magazines in the closet. I don't know why he keeps them. I'd like to throw them away, but where could you throw them away? Two or three magazines, I can understand, but this is overkill!

    #1153 — Comments (0) — Mar 16, 2001 at 10:44 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I have this friend, Mr. X. I have been friends with Mr. X for a couple of years now. We talk to each fairly often and it's usually about our jobs, our families, sports, little things we have in common; mudane topics. Mr. X and I are both married and he's never given me so much as a kiss on the cheek. But at night I have the most erotic dreams about this guy!

    We have made love on a beach, in my bed, on the floor, and in places I've never even been to! I have spent what seems like entire nights of sleep having the most incredible passionate sex with him. I have done things with him in my sleep that I have I have daydreamed about my whole life. These dreams are so vivid that in some of them I can't see him but I know it's his body by touch alone. I don't try to dream of him, but he shows up from time to time and I confess, I am always really glad when he does!

    I don't know what Mr. X is really like in bed, but if he's anything like what I am dreaming about when I am asleep, then he's heaven!

    #1149 — Comments (0) — Mar 16, 2001 at 3:37 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Posted by Anonymous

    The few times I've ever gotten a massage, by the end of it, I am so turned on, I can barely walk. It's all that soft/strong, kneading by a woman's hands. Zowee. And when she gets up, way up to my thighs, I have to bite my lip. I never want a man to massage me, I'd probably have screaming orgasms.

    #1145 — Comments (1) — Mar 11, 2001 at 8:41 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My boyfriend had this massive collection of pornographic videos in his closet. When he wasn't home, I would watch a bunch and just beat off like a fiend, then put them back.

    He would ask me to watch them with him as foreplay and I'd pull this, "Ugh gross" act with him, I don't really know why. I guess I thought that enjoying them was whorish and I didn't want him to think I was a whore.

    Some day I'll come out of this closet.

    #1141 — Comments (0) — Mar 9, 2001 at 1:24 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Coming out of the closet on this one ... its about being sexual in public, but in a way that no one knows, or at least, we think no one knows.

    One of my biggest fantasies is to sit in a quiet booth in a restaurant, preferrably not up on a riser and definitely with a table cloth ... and then giving and getting a hand-job right there in the restaurant with all those other people sitting and eating their dinners. Watching all the other diners and the waitstaff as we are sitting with our fingers playing with each other, trying to keep ourselves nonchalant, trying to stifle moans or releases... I'll spare the gory, sexy details, though :)

    #1140 — Comments (3) — Mar 7, 2001 at 11:57 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Posted by Anonymous

    They are finicky and they don't love you or they pretend not to, nor do they demonstrate their undying love for you like dogs do. Furthermore, I am highly suspect of men who have cats. I am highly suspect of men who have lap dogs. I don't quite know yet what it means, but whatever it means, it can't be good.

    My roommate had a cat, and for the most part, all three of us stayed the hell away from each other.

    I had this dream one night that my teeth were falling out of my head. This always makes me panic because my mother has this superstition that this particular dream means someone close to you is about to die. So what you have to do is take a living thing, like a plant, and bite into it, and whatever bad death karma is lurking in your brain is transferred into the plant, which dies instead of whoever. I know this is silly, as are all of my mother's superstitions, but I confess, I am not a TOTAL nonbeliever.

    So I get this dream, I wake up in a panic, and we don't have a single plant that's living anymore. But I see that frickin cat.

    Okay I bit it on the tail, not hard, but hard enough. The cat whacked me in the face, but I deserved it. But according to my mother's superstition, I might have saved somebody's life.

    So there.

    #1138 — Comments (0) — Mar 1, 2001 at 6:41 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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