Slutty Confessions

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Kelley, like myself, is a stay at home mom. She's been our neighbor for almost a year now . We'd have group lunches at different restaurants for the moms in our neighborhood and book clubs at each other's homes, something we could all be a part of. Then Kelley started asking me personally to have lunch with her and have the kids come over while we had girl talk during the weekends. I agreed to the weekend invites because my kids love playing with her little girl and it would be nice to have some girl talk. During our chats, she would make light flirtatious comments about my breasts or my butt. She would often pat my hand or rub my shoulder, but I laughed and shrugged it off as being complimentary. He apologized, about to leave, but I noticed how chill the guy I was hooking up with was too. I joked that I didn’t mind an audience, and the guy I was hooking up with joked that he didn’t mind sharing. As our climax was building, we ground our hips faster and faster, our pussies getting wetter and wetter. The bed was soaked with our juices. Just when we couldn't take any more our hips stiffened and we rubbed our pussies hard against each other as we climaxed. I climbed off of Kelley and laid down next to her her on the bed.... As the days went by, I became more familiar with the regular customers and the music of the bar. But one evening, Derek approached me with an unusual proposition. He leaned in close and whispered, "I'll pay you a substantial sum of money if you allow me to have a sexy night with you. Just you and me away from the city." i'm married. i still want him. he watches my room, and i strip for him to see. my husband doesn't know.

i was a little girl again, and this big strong man held me safely in his arms. my breast pressing tightly to him--he kissed me deeply, then began to fondle me. his scent was intoxicating, as his hands roamed freely across my body. my top was gone, and my bikini bottom was pushed to the side. his fingers invaded my private parts, and i moaned as i buried my face against his hairy chest.

I was hooking up with a guy from college. He was sharing a room, but his roommate was out at the time. Things were pretty casual with him and, to be honest, I had flirted plenty with his roommate in the past too. So, I knew both guys pretty well. I get to my room and I am frustrated with myself. I go inside, take a bathroom break and sit on the sofa. As I do this, the number 618 runs through my head. One time when hubby was house sitting /watching a dog for one of his friends he had me tag along with He said, “Come on girl you know what you’re doing! And I’m loving it but I know your family. You’re making me want to do things that wouldn’t be proper.” I played stupid, turned around and moved down the ladder to where my skirt was at his face level. “Why .. what’s wrong Stan?”

As I was climbing up the very steep stairs, I realized that Stan was right behind me getting a great view of my bare butt. I was instantly aroused. I couldn’t believe the warm wave of horny-ness that blew through me. Finally having an older man look at me that way and getting an obvious erection doing so. I was very excited. I always went up to the loft alone but now Stan was daily finding excuses to escort me up those stairs. I would fantasize about him throughout the day anxious to get to work and being sure to wear skirts and dresses that would give Stan the best views without being obvious to others. My husband and I had a night out, we both got drunk but I think he was a bit more than myself. So although he was hard, he was too drunk to perform. I was sooooo horny, I don’t know how but I jumped on top of him and had him penetrate me from behind. I was riding him wild, we’ve experimented with anal sexual before but nothing like this. I had multiple orgasms while riding him and playing with my clit." [via] I’m 19 (f) and since I was around 13-14 I’ve been extremely turned on by my dads shame. Or indirectly humiliating him by being a slut. The front doorbell rang and I could here him talking to somebody. I was in total panic mode totally exposed,

I can’t stop thinking about my older cousin. I hope I see him at the family reunion. Every time we run into each other it’s like we were never apart even though we are both married with children. He always initiates and can’t keep his hands off me when we are alone. The last time we saw each other there were so many stollen moments. Starting out with him sitting between me and his wife Nicole at dinner. Giving head after anal. I honestly didn’t even realise what I was doing (I have never had a problem going down on anyone after vaginal penetration) until he said something like, 'Oh my God you are so dirty, I love it.' He was so into it. I'd like to repeat the act but only if it’s a CNC [consensual non-consent] type scenario. Then I can pretend I don’t like it even though I obviously am turned on by how turned on he gets." [via]

I realized that Derek was not a bad person; he was simply lonely and sought companionship and just craving for sex. He had fabricated this scenario as a way to cope with his sex life. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, we formed an unexpected bond throughout the night. I felt like it was my duty to give him a night he wouldn't forget. My head was spinning. I was in heaven.The pleasure was so overwhelming that I couldn't deal. "Oooohmygod Kelley I'm going to come" I said between my moans. Before I could climax she got up and told me to get on top of her. She layed down on the bed and told me to lift her leg up and place my legs between hers in a scissor style. She was as wet as I was. Our slippery clits touched each other as we positioned ourselves on the bed. Stan lives alone and since then once, twice a week, I go over to his place to have sex. He’s had a vasectomy decades ago so he took my virginity with no threat of getting pregnant.

My wife and I just returned home from a much needed 10 day vacation on the beach in Mexico. Having been traveling most of the day, we were tired when we arrived at our hotel and decided to head to the beach for a massage. Within in minutes we were both laying on tables overlooking the beach and listening to the waves. We were only about six feet apart with cool towels covering our faces. Every now and then I could hear my wife moan, which I assumed was from the massage. Meanwhile, my massage was okay, but nothing to moan about. i felt so small, insignificant compared to this man! at 6 ft 4 in in heels, i have never been towered over by anyone--until then. i stood there, helpless to say anything, my face bright red, and even down into my chest.