Confessions about 'Gay'

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Cheated on wife I met a woman on a plane and got a blowjob from her in the parking garage, and I'm a married man.

Cheated on wife I met a woman on a plane and got a blowjob from her in the parking garage, and I'm...

Adultery, Gay, Marriage

I'm a 41 year old man who's had an erectile dysfunction for about two years. My wife Sandy has been very understanding and we've bought a number of dildo's to include on our sexual times together. On a recent trip away we didn't take them because of my wifes fear of them being discovered at the airport. So during our ten night holiday it was going to be my mouth and tongue, plus her fingers, which would bring off my 34 year attractive wife. That was until one evening when we were out eating and drinking lots of good wine, I noticed a local guy checking out my wife, who was dressed I must admit, in a very revealing low cut short black dress. What I didn't know was Sandy had gone out without any knickers on. And the local guy sat close by had a perfect view up her short dress and was deffinately becoming horny. What made it totally wierd was seeing him looking at her pussy, made me horny and had me imagining his, I guessed, long hard black cock fucking my wifes pussy and arsehole. Sandy isn't slow and had noticed the guy before I had. So when I told her what he was doing she siad "I know I've bee flashing him for over ten minutes". It not only surprised me my wife had owned upto flashing another man, it surprised me that I wanted her to do it more. In a complete of the cuff way I turned to Sandy and asked her "If I allowed you to, would you let that guy fuck you". Without missing a beat she replied looking straight into my eyes "Oh fuck yeah". Still with the nights wine flowing through my body and my "Dutch Courage" heightened, I walked over to the man and asked him if he could, would he like to enjoy my wife. In the taxi back to the hotel I explained to Sam about my/our predicament as he and Sandy began kissing. Our room wasn't a large room, so I was only four or five feet away when Sandy lay on the bed, spread her legs wide and high. I watched on as our new found black friend Sam, knelt down on the tiled floor, put his head between my wifes legs and began to lick out her pussy and arsehole as his fingers found her love hole. I know there is a conception that all black men have large cocks, but unfortunately for my wife and strangely myself, Sam doesn't fit into that stereotype. His cock was about six inches (The same as mine used to be erect). The one thing it was was though, was thick and very very erect, as I noticed when he stood up to allow Sandy to suck his cock and balls. It was then he told me to get undressed and play with my as he put it "Useless white cock". Hearing this, Sandy stopped sucking him, took out a condom Sam had bought in the hotels toilets, and unrolled it along his cock. Turning around she knelt on the bed, smiled at me, then presented Sam and my gazing eyes, her perfectly tight arsehole and pussy. It will stay with forever the first time I saw his cock enter my wifes pussy, as will after watching her cum hard on his thick black erect cock, I saw him slide it up her spit drenched arsehole. Over the next half hour I played with my flaccid cock. As they kissed, sucked and fucked one another. Only when Sam had fucked her arsehole again, making Sandy cum in a violent series of argasms, told me how useless I was, dressed and then left. Did I finally get to cum. Sandy sucking my limp dick, probably out of feeling sorry for me. Sam was the first, but he wasn't the only guy I watched Sandy fuck during our holiday. The second was over so quickly Sandy didn't cum, so I licked her oragsm. The last, her third different man, did fit every perception of what you imagin a large physically fit black man to be in the trouser department. It took place on a private boat trip I organised. One we wouldn't normally be able to afford. Talking to the person who owned it and letting him know he had my permission to get dirty with Sandy as she strolled up and down in her revealing bikini. I lay in the sunshine on the boats large seating deck a mile or so off shore. Watching my wife become his slut for over two hours. His super thick long black ten inches made Sandy a very very happy girl. As for me, I got to find out what a well fucked pussy and arsehole tastes like, after we got back to our hotel. We've spoken about the trip since we've been back home. And have agreed, twice a year we'll take a shorter break away. Each time I'll allow Sandy to fuck who and as many men as she wants. At home she's all mine and her dildo's of course.

I'm a 41 year old man who's had an erectile dysfunction for about two years. My wife Sandy has been ...

Gay

family don't like gays my family don't like gays, what should i do? everytime gays are mentioned, it's like "fuck you" they hate anything and everything that is homosexual in nature as long as it's all straight, they won't ever complain i don't understand why they are so homophobic this is why i need to stay in the closet or i will be in big trouble

family don't like gays my family don't like gays, what should i do? everytime gays are mentioned, ...

Abuse, Gay

Boyfriend's dumb ass sister So I've been with my boyfriend for almost 5 years now, we've been living with his family for almost 3. I'm about 1,000 miles away from my own family and friends. My boyfriend has 3 sisters and a brother. The oldest sister doesn't live here and she's actually really nice, but the younger two do live here and they're total bitches. And not bitchy in a cute way, bitchy in a 'I want to beat the shit out of them' way. The middle sister (we'll call her monkey face) is usually okay too, she only starts running her mouth when the youngest sister (we'll call her pig face) starts her shit. The youngest sister is by far the worst person on this planet. She is nice when she needs something or when she's mad at someone else and needs someone to agree with her. Other than that all she does is start problems. At first I tried to reason with her, I'd go to her and try to talk about what was upsetting her. But if you try to talk to her then all she does is start telling and calling names or threatening to beat you up. So now I just ignore her until she gets over her little fits. But, it seems even that doesn't help anymore. I'm not the only one she's like this with. My boyfriends brother has a girlfriend that lives here too, they also have a baby together. Her and pig face used to be close until she also started shit with her. Now she pulls the same crap with her that she pulls with me. And not only does pig face run her mouth about his girlfriend but she's even sunken so low as to talk crap about their 9 month old baby. And before this girl was in the picture he had a ex that lived here and she put her through the same shit. I've went to her mother but all she does is take her daughter's side and make everyone else out to be the problem. I feel like I'm going insane putting up with all this. My boyfriend and his brother have stuck up for his brothers girl and I many times. But all that seems to do is make it worse. I feel like I'm going insane. I have like no one to vent to about this. I stay in my room 24/7 to avoid starting shit and not even that helps. She literally beats on my door talking crap and making threats. And of course once she starts so does monkey face with her comments and laughing like it's all a joke. I'm so stressed all the time. I love my boyfriend with all my heart but his family is a fucking joke. We can't just move out because we don't have enough saved. I really need someone's opinions or to vent to about all this. Please help.

Boyfriend's dumb ass sister So I've been with my boyfriend for almost 5 years now, we've been livi...

Pride, Gay

I'm gay My family thinks I am horribly lecherous and that I need to "get my act together". Although the only reason I obnoxiously flirt with women is because I’m terrified my family will find out I’m gay. Some of my family members wont be okay with me being gay. This scares me because I love them and I don’t want to be rejected by them. The only ones that know I'm gay are my best friend, his sister and his parents. I trust them and I know they will keep it a secret. Sadly though, this is not the rest of my problem. For the past three years or so, I've been having very...intense affectionate feelings toward my best friend. We've been friends since the fourth grade,and all through out the eleven years I've known him I've never seen nor heard that he was dating anyone. H***, I haven't even seen him show any interest towards anyone of any gender. I want to tell him, but I don't know where he stands. Also he's my best friend and I don't want to loose him because of my stupid emotions. Also,I feel like total ass for flirting with women the way I have been. I hope at some point I'll have a chance to make things okay.

I'm gay My family thinks I am horribly lecherous and that I need to "get my act together". Although...

Gay

Still here in the closet. So here I am sitting in my black opaque tights with my black lace panties, and black sports bra. I'm feeling excited and guilty at the same time. I have a panty/hose/stocking fetish. I'm in the closet but I really do want to be. I have kinda hinted and my wearing in front of her but she said she didn't think she could handle it. So for now I keep it secret as I can. She doesn't look and I don't show. But I dream of the day when I can wear them while she is, I so got hard thinking about that. This is my first time writing. Be kind

Still here in the closet. So here I am sitting in my black opaque tights with my black lace panties...

Adultery, Gay

Mistress Anna Ok, I'll admit it . I have a foot fetish. My wife never quite understood my kink. For 10 years she let me do what I needed to in order to get off. She always seemed weirded out by my fetish. A few weeks ago I was in the grocery store . I was simply performing my weekly ritual of buying groceries when I saw her. She was a tall very well built women. Tan and older than myself. Whenever I see a women I immediately look at her legs and feet. It is summer here so every women is wearing sandals or flip flops. A foot fetish heaven. This women had the most incredibly toned legs and perfectly pedicured feet. I couldn't help but stare. She caught my gaze and smiled wickedly. She continued her shopping and I followed. Her feet were perfect. Her toes impeccable. I had never seen such perfection. She stopped at the meat selections and seemed confused. I quickly moved to her side and asked if I could help. She spoke in almost a growl. Her eyes burned holes through my soul. You've been following me, she said with utter comfidance. I froze. What are you looking for , she asked. With trembling lips I said , your increbalbly sexy. What's sexy about me, she posed. She was arrogant and clearly dominate. I mustered courage and said , your legs and feet. She looked me up and down and Said , you may be worthy. She reached into her purse and gave me a card. Call me by tonight she commanded . I watched her walk away almost not believing what had just happened. When ingot home I tried to convince myself that thins was not real. Yet, I had the card in my hand . I quickly dialed the number ready to hang up if she answered. That took you too long , she snapped. I'm ready for you now. I took a deep breath and asked , ready for what? To worship me , she said with a laugh. She gave directions to her house , which was close to mine, and told me to be there in 10 min. I raced the 3 miles. I came to a large house and knocked on the door. She answered it wearing a long black gown , stockings and black high healed shoes. She invited me in and instructed me to sit down in a large chair. The house was dark except for a few lit candles. She walked around me in silence . My name is mistress Anna and from this moment on you will worship me and me alone. She placed her sexy foot on my leg. Her toes were long and perfect. Into ok her footing my hand and gently rubbed it. She purred. I licked her leg and she laughed. You'll Habe to do better than that , she said as walked across the room. On your knees slave , she said. I got on my knees and crawled across the room to her , my c* aching in my pants. I licked her shoes and then her toes. I knew the game she was playing. Before I knew it I had taken off her shoe and was sucking her perfect toes through her stockings. She moaned in approval . That's it slave , suck my toes, kiss my feet. I am your mistress now. For next hour or so she had me kiss and suck all of of toes. Lick her legs and call her goddess. All the while she fingered her wet p. Every so often she would smell her fingers and shove them in my mouth. I was about to bust a nut. Am I your queen? She finally asked. Yes mistress , I replied. Do you worship only me ? She asked breathlessly. Yes mistress , I said. You may Showe your c. I stripped my pants off . My big swollen c was dripping in anticipation. She rubbed her stocking feet against my h**. Then she pulled her panties to the side. She had the largest c* I had ever seen. It was swollen and erect. Suck my c* she commanded. I gave her the best oralnsex I had ever performed . Within minutes she was twitching uncontroably with a massive o**. After she was done she said , you may c on my feet now. I lowered her foot to my crotch. It only took a few strokes and I erupted across her perfect toes. I have never c so hard in my life. After I finished she instructed me to clean her up. I had never eaten c before but I did so with passion. We talked afterward and got tonknowneach other better. Since that day I have become her slave. I have even let her duck me with a strap on. My life is better now that I have mistress Annie in it. I would do anything for her.

Mistress Anna Ok, I'll admit it . I have a foot fetish. My wife never quite understood my kink. For...

Adultery, Gay, Sex

Ladies; would you f*** another man of your husband wanted you to? Just had this thought, and wondered what women would do if presented with the situation? :)

Ladies; would you f*** another man of your husband wanted you to? Just had this thought, and wonder...

Gay

30 years of marriage abuse me have been married 30 years long and short a very rough 30 years 3 kids / separated a couple of times / divorce papers once / had her locked up for being crazy / had me locked up for arguing in front of the kids { i pushed her } etc .BUT THROUGH ALL THIS WE STAYED TOGETHER I THOUGHT IT WAS MUTUAL OUT OF LOVE FOR EACH OTHER , BUT THAT NOT THE CASE SHE IS A CONTROL FREAK WHO TAKES PLEASURE IN ABUSE BOTH WAYS . WHY I SAY THAT IS 3 YEARS AGO I HAD MY 4TH HEART ATTACK WHICH DISABLED ME . I GIVE UP ALL ABUSES TO LIVE EXCEPT 1 SMOKING DONE IT FOR 40 YEARS { CANT STOP IAM DOWN TO LIKE 5 TO 6 A DAY . BUT SHE WOULD NOT HAVE THAT SHE AND I HAVENT BEEN COMPANIONS OF ANY SOURT FOR3 YEARS AND NOW SHE IS OUT MAKING FREINDS AND STAYING AWAY FROM HOME / WHAT THE HECK IAM DEING BAD HEART . WHY IS SHE SUCH A CUNT AND FUCKING BITCH I DONT HAVE THAT LONG LEAVE ME AND THE KIDS ALONE

30 years of marriage abuse me have been married 30 years long and short a very rough 30 years 3 kid...

Adultery, Violence, Gay, Marriage

It's not rocket science. Speaking from Twenty years experience, married to the same wonderful man, here's a few tips on how to keep not only things hot & " hard" in the bedroom, but keeping his attention 24 hours a day! First, remember,he's a man. Everything is visual & fantasy with him. #1. About once a month,on a Friday or Saturday night, get dolled up. Make up, hair, short skirt , skimpy top, heels, anything that you know turns him on. Light some incense, put on some sexy music, open the bedroom windows and tell him to go outside. Then slowly give him the show he has waited for intensely! You will not believe how much you will both enjoy this. The anticipation for him is mind bending! Also let him take pics if he wants. (They can't get enough of that! ) #2. When you go to the home improvement store with him , or anywhere for that matter, Wear something that grabs guys attention. Tight jeans, or shorts, short skirt, (no panties ), and some revealing little top. Then sorta flippantly flirt with random guys. Not over the top, but eye contact, a seductive smile, maybe even bend over and show them the goods. You'll be surprised how sexy and rejuvenated this will make you feel, and he will go absolutely bonkers horny! If you don't believe me , wait until you get home! Finally, talk sex with him often. Share fantasies with him. I guarantee you that if you so much as mention the word "threesome" , (although it may never happen) you will see an instant bulge in his jeans! These are just a few things that really work for me and will spice up the "hohum "marriage. I know, I've been there. Not much fun. Thanks to these little secrets , and many more, I have my husband back. It's like we are teenagers again! And by the way, it's an instant cure for the, (pardon my expression), "limp dick syndrome". Try it! You will love it!

It's not rocket science. Speaking from Twenty years experience, married to the same wonderful man, ...

Adultery, Gay, Marriage

I have been having a bad time with the partner i live with. He has been seeking attention else where and sending dirty text messages saying he didnt love me and he wanted her. But telling me it was all a joke. I went out with the girls, and got drunk and went home with a male mate. he kissed me and i pulled away telling him i had a boyfriend... but then i decided that he hurt me enough, i would do something for me. So i slept with him. I told him i kissed another guy, but not that I had s** with him. I feel awfull. Im a cheater, and the type of person i hate. But i still love him and want to fight to keep him. Thats what the mistake helped me realise.

I have been having a bad time with the partner i live with. He has been seeking attention else where...

Adultery, Violence, Gay, Marriage

Wife is out of town Wife is out of town for week and all I want to do is to go ask the cute waitress with the nice ass at nearby restaurant to fuck me. I've been caught by my wife admiring this girl's ass.

Wife is out of town Wife is out of town for week and all I want to do is to go ask the cute waitres...

Adultery, Violence, Gay, Marriage

Walken, My Love Rival. How can I compete with Walken? If you loved me, I would no longer love you, because I love you because you love Walken. Today I put on "Weapon Of Choice" and sat in the shower and cried.

Walken, My Love Rival. How can I compete with Walken? If you loved me, I would no longer love you, ...

Adultery, Gay, Marriage

SCN I fucked your husband in every room of your house, made sure his balls were always drained so he wouldn't be fucking your fat ass, as well as sending him back to you with my pussy on his breathe. I know you know a little bit but one day i'll tell you all of it, and when I do, I'm going to do it again. that's what you get for being a stuck up fucking snob to me in high school! you never thought I'D fuck YOUR man did you?

SCN I fucked your husband in every room of your house, made sure his balls were always drained so he...

Adultery, Abuse, Violence, Gay

I've always had this weird thing for my mom. I am a petite, cute female, and my mother is average sized with huge fake tits and the cutest little bush. last night we both got tipsy at a party and when we got into bed she slid her hand down my pants and started to play with my clit, I was shocked but wanted her to keep going so I pretended to stay asleep until I was ready to cum, and then I couldn't take it, i had waited to suck those tits for years so I almost ripped her shirt pulling them out. they were so nice and round I almost sucked her nipples off biting and pinching the other one. just as I was about to cum we heard someone coming to the back part of the house so we had to stop... but, she had been acting really weird around me the next few days, so I talked to her boyfriend about it because i wanted to go further. he decided to take us all out to eat and started fingering her under the table. when we all got out to the car, I watched them fuck while i sucked her tits and clit. she let him cum on my tits and then licked it off and ate my pussy for like an hour after. I can't wait for more!!!

I've always had this weird thing for my mom. I am a petite, cute female, and my mother is average si...

Adultery, Love, Gay, Marriage, Sex

a few years back i was fooling around with my gay lover reinhold. we mixed a batch of concrete and i reclined on the table with my feet up on the wall. reinhold then placed a funnel in my rectum and poured in the mixture.

a few years back i was fooling around with my gay lover reinhold. we mixed a batch of concrete and i...

Murder, Lie, Abuse, Hate, Violence, Gay, Marriage, Sex

I confess that i am a pakistani boy,i went to russia for my studies,and in my 1st year a fall in love with a waitress which was lovely we went to club and she became drunk,we came to my place we slept together and she tried to do s but i couldnt,my p is so small,and it couldnt stand,then she made fun of me all the time,she next day told her girl friends about that and they all called me tiny man,but i loved her so much that i begged her to stay with me,she said ok b but you have to be a slave to me,i agreed. so next night i got ready to be but she said it cant be like that as you are such a useless man.i want to make you a women,i disagreed she said sleep on floor but i begged her to let me sleep to her feet,she said it can only be done if i agrees to become a girl i said ok,she let me sleep to her feet. next morning she said me to remove all my clothes and be fit in a gown completely naked,she took me to a beauty salon.in russia it is not usual to take a man for feminization,the salon staff not agreed,but she said me to pay them 1000usd dollars to agree,they agreed and laughed that how stupid as whole i am,they took me another room and asked me to strip naked,then they waxed me all over,shaved my head made my eyebrows pencil like,put waig and makeup,then we left from there to market where evryone laughed at me ,we came home and she asked me to sit under her and drink her p*,i did,we lived fgor two weeks and then she left me crying,i couldnt got to my studies due to my look for more 3 weeks,and now i came back to pakistan,i merried but still a h*** life which i will tell next time,thanks

I confess that i am a pakistani boy,i went to russia for my studies,and in my 1st year a fall in lov...

Gay

Dear Jake, I confess. When I first met you in 2010, I didn't think you would mean so much to me. Actually, I only had eyes for your friend, James. But as we became better friends, I found out relationship growing and becoming something beautiful. You are a really funny guy, and always a barrel of laughs. I can't even begin to count the amount of times we were kicked out of our drama theatre room for giggling or hitting each other. We always had our antics. Especially that night we spun around in the rain for ten minutes straight before falling over and debating between each other what "It's Complicated" meant for a relationship status on Facebook. I'm glad that I got to be with you that year. I really liked you. And I felt really privliged to have that same feeling be returned by someone two years older than me. I got to meet people I had never met before, and became friends with so many of them. You changed me from the shy little grade nine girl, into the out-going, slap stick confident girl that I am now. You introduced me to the gaming world, and trolling. You brought me to 5Jan and stayed up with me for hours talking. You even wrote a poem for me in Shakespearian language, translated to Italian because we both loved them so much, I still quote that today! When we broke up, I felt the relationship had kindled to a barely dwindling fire. I wasn't surprised. We didn't talk for months, but I still saw you every day and I missed you. When we started talking again, I was so happy I danced around my room for ages. In 2011, we became a couple again and you meant more to me than a shiny pokemon! I can never forget the rainy days we spent watching wave watching at the beach, or the times I would trip you running to the bus if you tried tackling me. I could hide in your senior's jacket for ages, it was so warm from your body heat. And our nights were just as exciting as our days as we stayed awake Skyping and playing your Xbox. I even convinced you to make me a sandwich! And you had told me it was OK, because you thought we were meant to be together anyway. When we split up the second time, I could barely refrain from crying. And I remember the last thing you said to me, "Of course we can be friends." Yeah, well that didn't work out. And for the next 11 months that you hated me, ignored me, dissed me, shunned me, swore at me, mocked me and otherwise made my life a living h, my parents split up and Dad moved 12 hours away and my grandfather died of terminal cancer. Not good, and you made that worse by getting your friends to gang up and bully me. Even my own friends were so scared around them, that they stopped hanging around me. Life had gone completely downhill, and I felt it couldn't get worse. Then my family was accused of sexually abusing a little girl we had never even met before, my friend was charged and jailed for rape and my best friend moved to a different country. I recited the eulogy at my grandfather's funeral and packed my Dad's stuff up into the removalist truck, all whilst receiving hate messages and bullying threats from your friends. I remember, the first night in the year that I hadn't cried myself to sleep, I was awake watching a movie with Neil Patrick Harris, one of OUR favourite actors, and I wore a real smile and laughed with my heart. You weren't even on my mind. But then James rang, and he told me to stay the f away from you, and so he declared that we were no longer friends, until OUR situation was through. I didn't watch the rest of the movie, I went straight to bed. By December, it had been eight months since we had first stopped talking. And by God, did I miss you. I loved you the entire time that you had slaughtered me with this bullshit that I dealt with day in and out. I knew that 2011 was by far, the worst year of my life, so far. I had lied to friends on numerous occassions saying that I had no feeling for you whatsoever, other than hatred, pity and regret. Really, it was love, regret and sadness. Thank God by then you had stopped abusing me. But when graduation came around, I knew it was my last time to see you. I knew it was going to be a horrible, life changing moment for me. I stood at the back of the crowd, smile on my face, waving to the many friends I had made over the years thanks to you. It was sad to see them go, but I promsied myself months ago, I wouldn't cry. I couldn't spot your face in the marching crowd anywhere. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but no matter where we were, I could always pick your face from the crowd. You were at the very back. And now, I wonder if it were purposeful. I held on tightly to my best friend's hand in fear of what you could say or do to me, or maybe that you may be the one to make me finally cry in front of everyone. Hundreds were already crying, but I had vowed I wouldn't. Not in front of the entire school, which I still had to attend for grade 11 and 12. When I looked up, you were staring at me, and you had a kind of sadness in your eye. You looked away, but one of your friends pushed you toward me. My heart stopped. You pushed through the thick crowd to get to me, right at the back, where I should've been hidden from view, and believe me, you caught a lot of people's attention. Everyone turned to watch us, expecting a dramatic romantic departure, most of them not even knowing about us or our past. Then you flipped me off and said, "F* you B, bye-bye." And you quickly ran off. I turned to my best friend and smiled. "Well, wasn't that lovely?" I asked him. He stared at me for a moment then smiled too. "Yeah totally." I burst into tears. I don't think I had ever cried harder, or so painfully before. Not even when my grandfather died, or my Dad moved away, not when I was questioned by police or I found out my friend was a rapist. My best friend chased you out of the school, and almost had you, by the back of your school blouse, but the teachers ripped him off of you, but he got to keep a chunk of your formal uniform. He held me as I cried when I found him. But I was so grateful for him, if only his anger would subside. That night, the shock of the event got to me, and as my best friend hugged me arond the waist like you used to, I felt a wave of sickness rush over me as I almost blacked out. I don't know why, but I know that's not normal. In January, I still, surprisingly loved you. I didn't cry over you anymore, and rarely thought about you, but I meant someone. His name is Jak. Which is so close to Jake. He was amazing, and a real genuine gentlemen. Too bad the feeling wasn't mutual. I never saw Jak after that, and I still thought about you. As far as friends and family were concerned, I didn't like or love anyone. My parents insisted my best friend and I were meant to be, but I only recently found out, really my Dad thought it would always be you, but you disappointed him. I was shocked too. On your 18th birthday, in March, I tried one last feeble shot at messaging you, wishing you a happy birthday. You had gotten a tattoo done on your left arm of the Skyrim logo, a game we both knew and loved. We talked about that for a while, and a lot more. I was surprised that you were actually responding to me, and in a nice manner, not abusive. When we linked our Skype accounts we talked even more frequently. Whenever possible, we would video call and talk until 5am, telling the other, "No you hang up first." I was really happy to be back on your good side, but never could I confess I still passionately loved and missed you. Nor did you know about my sleepless nights and horrible studying habits, and how life had gone down the drain. Heck, I even considered suicide once, but was too cowardly to go through with it. It felt even worse since my mother refused to let me see a shrink for the entire year I begged her, telling me I was fine and I would deal. I guess I became addicted to my depression and sadness of loss over you. It was like you were literally dead and gone, and I wasn't coping like someone should. Even then I knew I was insane. And one day, I had burst into tears, screaming that I deal with too much, I handle too much. Why did I have to nurse depressed 40 year olds? Why did I have to have the dying grandfather? Where was my Dad in all this? Where was my old friend who I had trusted? Where were you? I hadn't known, as I exploded that day, that you were in the room beside me, watching as I clutched my own head, crying my eyes out, a headache and misery bringing me to my knees that all I could mutter was, "I deal with too much." Even my best friend was scared to approach me. And you just walked past and laughed at me, sitting on the path, beneath your feet. By God, my best friend wanted to kill you. Literally. But now, in April we're talking again. Funny how that is. No one hates you for what you did to me, now. But only because I always forgave you instantly. Now that we talk so often, I believe that you want me back in your life. Especially since you always fight to keep the conversation going, or go out of your way to call me or ask to see me. And it's only been two weeks. Mitch, your best friend told me last night that HE had told you to be nice to me. So you hadn't come to your senses and grown up now that your 18. You had your many months younger friend tell you off for being such a d* and so you decided enough was enough. Well, good for you. And you can send me all the hearts, winky-faces and smileys in the world, but no matter what you say or do, I'm not going to send you an explicit picture of myself. Call me boring, call me old-fashioned. But 1. I don't trust the internet with that. 2. You really think I TRULY trust you again? But thank you Jake, for letting me keep the necklace you gave me almost two years ago. I know you wanted it back, and I just can't find it, yet, but thanks for letting me keep it anyway, you know it meant the world to me, and I think that's why you wanted it back. I wish you were online tonight, I have something to show you. Truly Love, Forever and Always- Harley.

Dear Jake, I confess. When I first met you in 2010, I didn't think you would mean so much to me. Ac...

Adultery, Violence, Gay, Marriage

I'm obsessed with moms ass. I took a picture of it and I'm come deeply to it every night. I wanna eat her ads

I'm obsessed with moms ass. I took a picture of it and I'm come deeply to it every night. I wanna ea...

Gay, Sex

Told my wife she can have s with someone else My wife goes away this weekend for a few days with her tennis club. There's a guy there who I know fancies the pants off my wife and would jump at the chance to s* her. I just play along with it cause I don't consider him a threat. On the last night the rooms get swapped around as some are going home early and this guys room is one of them and he's alone that night. He's already joked to others my wife can share with him which I found out about. I've just said to my wife listen why don't you give him a treat, suduce him and you can s* him if you want !!! She looked at me and said are you serious ? I said listen if it's just for some fun why not make his weekend for him !!!! She laughed and said your crazy but if that's how you feel I might do !!! So this weekend my wife might be getting naked with another guy and s***** him and I'm turned on by the fact it might happen. I'll let you know what happens !!! Am I weird thinking like this or am I right thinking does it really matter sometimes if she does or doesn't so long as no one gets hurt !!

Told my wife she can have s** with someone else My wife goes away this weekend for a few days with ...

Adultery, Gay, Marriage