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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 / 41

    Last summer, I started counting the number of people that I slept with over the course of my years.

    I counted 7 girls and 34 guys....yiiiikes !!!!


    The difference I guess is that I probably slept 300 times each with the 7 girls....and most of the 34 guys were hookups.

    I love cock and I love pussy...what can I say !

    #39525 — Comments (4) — Mar 5, 2018 at 11:25 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 28

    All was good with my life. I had a job I liked, I was making enough money to pay my rent and other bills. I had a nice enough place to my own, no more roommates. I was turning 25. I was in a world of my own.

    I worked for a large company. I interacted a lot with this woman who was the supports services manager. I took her reports and other information and she called me over to take reports back to my department. I saw her a couple of times a day. Whenever we saw each other she was always nice to me.

    I was in the restroom during my lunch break and she came in and asked me how I was doing. She asked me a lot of questions, talking to me while she was in the stall. When she came out she asked me to straighten out her skirt. She turned and started to work my hair with her hands. Her hand went down to my face and she touched my lips and told me that I was very beautiful, that she had always found me very beautiful, and she caressed my face again.

    She called me on Sunday several weeks later and asked if I was interested in going with her to this showing of an artist she was friends with. It was at a small restaurant, we could have an early dinner and make her friend feel better that people came. She came by to pick me up. She was dressed casual but very nice. She told me that she thought I looked particularly beautiful that day. I had a chance to look at her in the car while we talked. She was a beautiful woman herself, very classic looks, very well made up, I kept thinking how beautiful she must have been when she was younger.

    At the restaurant we walked around with a glass of wine looking at the paintings on the wall, I was not expecting them to be priced in the thousands. Some of them said SOLD and others HOLD. There were a good number of people there, I met the lady who painted. She said that Marlene had told her how beautiful I was, but words did not do me justice. She told Marlene that she was a very lucky lady. When we went to our table the waiter brought a bottle of wine for us, compliments of Marlene's friend.

    I was nervous, all around me were people I didn't know. Marlene kept trying to get me to talk about personal stuff. She was touching me, my hands, my legs, touching my face, until she grabbed on to my hand and said she wanted my attention.

    She repeated that she thought I was beautiful, but more importantly that I made her feel good, that when she saw me her day lit up, that being able to be with me convinced her even more that I was the one in a million. She asked me if she could take care of me. She wanted to take care of me. Some girls had daddies and some girls had mommies. That she had a nice place, I could live with her and she would take care of me. She had money, she had been married but they had divorced because she had other interests, she wanted a girl of her own. But her ex husband had taken care of her very well.

    Her friend the painter came over and interrupted, before she sat down she kissed me on the cheek and told me that I could not do better. That she and Marlene had known each other since forever and not to be repeated, but that they used to go out and dance the night away, and split the sheets, if I understood. That Marlene was still her best friend and if Marlene had been just a bit more of a girl, and not married that man, who knows? But leave that alone, now I was with Marlene, Marlene had told her everything about me, she knew that I would make Marlene happy, not to embarrass Marlene, but I was the only thing she talked about.

    After she left Marlene smiled and apologized, she admitted that they had been together for several years and there was still a lot of feelings between them, but that they weren't kids anymore and Marlene needed her own girlfriend and her friend needed her own girlfriend. So to get back to our conversation, would I let her take care of me?

    I tried to tell her that I didn't think I was that kind of girl. But she didn't listen to me, she just stood up leaned over me and kissed me on the lips, square on, and said out loud "Mommy loves you" and went to the restroom.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 28

    I made friends with J at work. We worked in the same department, we were about the same age and she was easy to meet. We became lunch friends and one Saturday she invited me to go with her on a girls spa day. We spent a nice day, we had a nice lunch. In the car she asked if I knew that B liked me. I was shocked, B worked in Finance, she was quiet and had a reputation for being very focused at work. J asked me if I liked B. I said no, why would I like B? And how did she know that B liked me?

    J said that B had told her, that B had asked her to find out if I liked B, that B wanted to go out with me. I told J that I didn't date women. J told me that I should really consider it, B really liked me, and B was a real woman when it came to being in bed. I looked at J and I asked her how she knew that B was good in bed. J's answer was straight to the point, she said that B fucked her and B wanted to fuck me. That she wanted me.

    I asked J if she was gay. She asked if I really needed to ask that. Hadn't she shown me that she was gay? How much more obvious did she need to be? And J asked me "you are gay, right?". I said no, I wasn't. She answered by telling me that I did not like guys, not one single guy, that I had never mentioned a guy, she asked me if I had ever been with a guy? She sat there, in the parking lot with me, and she said "kiss me". "Kiss me, and when you do think about how good it would be to be naked together, on a big soft bed, all naked and sweaty".

    She leaned over and kissed me. She also put her hand on my breast. She went on and on about how she liked to be naked and to just rub together, how she liked having her mouth kissed, how she liked a tongue lashing, where it felt so good. I never even noticed that we went to her place. It was small, a one bedroom, she stood in the middle of the living area and took off all her clothes, she stood completely naked in front of me and told me that we were going to find out if I liked guys.

    She went and laid on her back on the bed, she lay in an X, she said that I could start by kissing her lips, then move up and kiss her breasts, and then get on her and hold her face and kiss her. That is what B does, and that is what she wanted me to do.

    She had to take my clothes off and things didn't work out too well, she did most of it, she made me confess that being kissed was good, and that I liked her playing with my breasts, that having her kiss me down there was very weird, and my kiss to her down there drove a sharp sting through me. We ate dinner, watched a movie and I spent the night with her.

    She told B that I needed work, but that it was OK with me. B is a very serious woman, actually she is younger than me but seems a lot older. She is deliberate, she takes your clothes off in order, shoes and then pants and then top, and then bra, and then your underwear. She lays you out, just like J said, in an X and she spends quite a bit of time down there, moving up on you and then embracing you with these long kisses.

    Did we date? I don't know, we spent a lot of time together, she and J and I. She and J are close in a different way, lots of touching when they are alone indoors, hands where they shouldn't be, kisses on the neck and mouth, torn clothes, and J goes for the gold, J gives her tongue lashings where it feels so good, and J gives her hand massage, using the palm of her hand to send you over the moon. I know, J has sent me to the moon and back.

    But with B it is different, it is like B is the father and I am the mother and J is a rebellious teen. B asked me to be her sister. I live with J now, we found a small bungalow two bedroom house. B spends most of her free time with us and when she spends the night we are sisters. It is over a year now that J and I moved in together, and when the three of us wake up after a Friday night séance, it is still a strange feeling to find myself three in a bed.

    J and her X, and being sisters with B, I no longer ask myself if I am going to meet the right guy.

    #39497 — Comments (0) — Mar 3, 2018 at 9:11 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Straight Male / 29

    I'm ball deep on my black masters cock typing my confession as he's instructed. Another white guy turned to the dark side.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 32

    As I got older and I came into my own, I started to develop an attraction to a certain girl. I was embarrassed, I acted like a fool around her, so much so that she told me to give her some space. Oh God, I cried I was so embarrassed. She stood her ground and asked me what was my problem. Not answering, she said she wasn't gay, sorry. But, from then on she was nice and open with me, when I told her I had never felt that way before, she said I would soon get over it and we would be friends.

    She stuck close to me, shielded me, became my defender. On one occasion a couple of girls called me queer in the cafeteria. She went for the throat, belittling them and accusing them of never being in love. She stood beside me and told everyone who was standing around that she was honored that I loved her, that having me love her made her feel good. She took my hand and we left the cafeteria. When we got far enough away, she turned to me and asked me if I understood that now we were both queers.

    We were the queer girls in school. We were counseled, separated so we never had classes together, or lunch together, warned about any, no matter how miniscule pda. Oh, she took me in her arms the day we graduated and kissed me in front of every one, parents, teachers and schoolmates. Too late, we were out of there.

    Yes she took back what she had said, admitting she was gay, and she knew she was gay that day in the tenth grade. But she had never told any one. Well we were so out no one could do anything. ROAD

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 19

    My roommate and I started cuddling during movies in our room. Cuddling became feeling each other, kissing and eventually oral sex on each other. We never thought it was more than having fun until one night we turned away from the movie and just faced each other and kissed. I mean really kissed with a great big hug. We slept together that night.

    I don't know how other women discovered their attraction to another woman. Our situation started because being together felt so good, experimenting but telling ourselves we were just playing around, until our kiss was magic, and the hug eternal.

    For women only, how did you know it was 'real' and not a game? How did you say I love you and mean it? I am still learning, and honestly asking if I could ever love someone else like I love 'my' girlfriend. It still feels unreal that my love focus is another woman.

    I know we are young, but we feel like we have always been together. When we first arrived in our dorm and shook hands and she showed me her list of does and don'ts, I laughed a little and agreed without one modification, I would have written pretty much the same list. Fortunately she didn't have anything on there about cuddling, kissing or sleeping together.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 33

    Growing up we lived in a trailer. My mother, my older brother and me. The trailer had two rooms, my mother slept in one and my brother and me in the other. He was older, and he would lay in his bed and masturbate. We never had sex, or anything like it, he just masturbated until he spit his stuff out.

    The trailer park we lived in had its share of freaks and idiots. My mother earned extra money by having sex with men from her work or from the trailer park. In the trailer park I had my first love affair, with another girl when we were fourteen. I started work as an exotic dancer to be around the girls who worked there. turned 21 as an exotic dancer.

    I moved to Florida and worked at several men's clubs. The same, different type of men, but the same thing, you dance, they give you money, you dance again. The clubs had strict rules about seeing clients after hours. I made decent money from dancing, and I worked at some better clubs.

    I am not saying it is right or wrong. During the time I was a dancer I knew many girls who were hooked up with another girl. I think being in that business makes you want to be around girls. We kept away from men by being together. We lived together and we had a steady relationship. Although some relationships were fluid, with several lovers, I tended to stay with one girl. Getting in bed with her and making love with her was always comforting. Although I worked in that business for several years, I never slept with a man.

    Far be it for me to say how many girls who were in the business were lesbians, but it was more than just a few. Even the some of the ones that turned tricks were lesbians. For me the truth was that I looked for and found love with another woman. For me it was always more about dancing with the other girls than dancing for the men who were paying.

    In one of the raids I met this woman who was a police officer. She interviewed me after several of us were picked up for questioning. I told her the truth, I did not turn tricks. I was also truthful and told her I lived with a woman and I had never had sex with a man. It turned out that she was a lesbian, and we ended up getting together. It is with her that I moved to California. In California I quit dancing all together.

    She is older than me, and works as a detective in the small town where we live. I work as a fitness instructor at a gym, catering to women. My partner is OK working around men, I feel more comfortable working around women. I knew I was a lesbian when I was fourteen. And if I could do it, I would go to a men's club just to see the girls dance. I don't miss dancing, or the hours, but I do miss the money.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 25

    I roomed with a girl in college. We were good friends. One day, one weekend, my mother was talking about how you knew you were in love.

    Who do you want to wake up and have breakfast with?

    Who do you want to spend your afternoon with?

    When you go to bed at night who do you want beside you?

    When you are sick who do you want to take care of you?

    My roommate, she fit all of the above questions. I went back to college, and I went to her room and asked her if I could sleep with her, because every night I went to sleep I wanted her to be beside me. I told her I wanted to wake up with her. I told her I wanted her to take care of me.

    Sex came later. But that night we slept together.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 24

    I say life threw me where I am. I got a job that on paper had everything I wanted. A promotion, a respected company, more money. What I did not expect was a Greek boss with a cock that he expected me to suck. When you are gay and you don't want to accept it, and your Greek boss grabs you in a hammer lock and unzips his pants and shows you his cock, your insides get all torn up. The pain of his hammer lock, knowing that he is going to win and you are going to suck his cock. Wanting but not admitting that you want to suck his cock. The pain of his hammer lock on your neck, he is jacking off and his cock is hard and he is bending you down and your head is on his belly and his cock is there and you start crying and you start sucking his cock and you are wiping away your tears and you suck his cock because right then it is what you want to do.

    The embarrassment of having cried in his office. I never had the hammer lock again, and I never cried again. I did suck his cock again. And I did go with him on a site audit. And I did become totally gay with him. I am totally gay with him.

    #39222 — Comments (0) — Feb 9, 2018 at 8:56 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 31

    My life had taken a bit of a bad turn. I had lost my job and to make ends meet I took a job as a sales clerk in the mall. My lunch break was around six and I went to the food court. I met the man who sold suits at the same store and we started to arrange having our lunch break together. He was a professional salesman and had been selling men's suits pretty much his whole career. His resume included most of the big department stores.

    We became friends, actually at that time he was the only person I talked to other than across the sales counter. He knew that where they had me there just wasn't going to be any commissions to speak about. Those jobs were for guys like me, down on their luck, just happy to get minimum wage. He told me the bigger dollars were in shoes, men's suits, and handbags.

    One day he told me that selling required me to have very nice hands. He held my hand in his, he showed me how his were manicured and he told me he used transparent polish. He told me that I had nice hands, and that he could make arrangements for his manicurist to take care of me. It was forty bucks, plus tip, and he could tell that was a strain, so he offered to pay it himself.

    We went together on our day off, Thursday. It was funny him not being in a suit. The place we went was where only someone who knew about it went. The manicurist was very gay acting. He was quite disgusted with my hands, but he told me that for his friend's sake, he would take care of me. I had never had my hands held so long by another man, much less a gay man. My friend sat quietly beside me while his manicurist did his magic. As he worked he sought approval of my friend, he would say, you want his hands nice and soft and no hangnails, so he can treat you right.

    When he was done, and my friend approved, he asked the gay man to give me a facial, his treat. To lay back and enjoy being pampered. I had hot towels on my face, a neck massage, a chest massage, a face massage, and when I had the hot towel on my face removed, my friend was standing over me and asked me how I liked it, his hands on either side of my face, and he leaned over and kissed me. He whispered that we all needed to stay together. The gay manicurist, just laughed and said I was in good hands.

    He was very meticulous when he undressed, he was obviously not someone who spent any time outside. He took my penis in his hands and gently massaged me into an erection and he gave me my first ever man blow job, gently, thorough, not like anything I had experienced. He didn't let me complete, he lay back on the bed and asked me to come over and show him what I could do. To start by holding his penis in my hand, get used to the wonderful feeling, to use my imagination and get an erection out of him, to think where I wanted his penis to be after he became erect.

    To use my mouth, to savor it, to think of all the penises that had gone by and not a one that I had the courage to suck. He gave me instructions and recommendations and guidance, and he would lean over from time to time and suck me, always keeping my penis in his hand. He said that before making love, we needed to kiss. To feel it in my toes. He whispered to me what he was going to do with his penis and he promised I was going to enjoy it.

    He suggested that for my first time I lay on my back, missionary style. He used lots and lots of lubricant, he used one and then two fingers, he would lean over and suck on my penis for a short minute, and then he managed himself into an erection and he laid down on me using his hand to place his penis where he wanted it. It did not hurt, it went in smooth and fast, he told me I was doing a good job, to lay back and really enjoy it. He pinched my nipples, he bent far over for a kiss, it just did not last long enough, soon he was done, his face showed it all. He asked for a few minutes to recover and he would help me with his hand and his mouth. He was going to give me a real blow job.

    It was strange seeing his mouth on my penis, but he did what he promised, he quickly got me up to a full erection and using his strong hands and his mouth I soon had an ejaculation, which he cleaned up with some Kleenex he had by the bed.

    He was gentle and competent, and he knew what he wanted from me and soon it was a weekly and then daily affair. He introduced me to his friends, his arm around my shoulder. He dressed me, being into men's clothes, he always made sure I was well dressed, my hands manicured, my hair properly styled. he doesn't like me to go out embarrassing him by the way I look. I am sure that it is obvious to the men stopping buy to get some lotion and cologne thought I am probably gay. I am gay, but I believe it is the manicured hands that gives it away. He has tenure at the store, which makes it better for me. It will be a while before I get a better station, where I can make more money. But I like my job, and I like my hands. I can't believe I had never had a manicure.

    #39208 — Comments (0) — Feb 8, 2018 at 10:34 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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