I'm a 19 year old woman. 10 years ago, my mother was running wild, leaving me and dad home for weeks at a time. I later found out she was going to sex clubs fucking every cock she could find. Mom never was a saint, dad loved her, and even after he found out, what he was doing he stayed with her. But I know he stayed to protect me. 10 years ago mom was high on meth when she crashed her car. She had been gone for 3 weeks hold up with 5 guys. She had them fucked her constantly in return for meth and when we got the call. She was in the hospital for 4 months. When she came home she said she found God and was born again. What that turned out to be she had given up sex for life, to make up for her "sinfulness". She said she would not sleep in her bed as Dad would want sex, which she said was evil and the devil's work. She told Dad and me she would sleep in my bed as it was pure and that I would sleep in bed with dad. Dad was said mom would be alright soon, but never got better. She locked the door to my room and spent hours praying. And she withdrew from our lives. So at 10 I was sleeping in bed with dad. Nothing happened for years, then a 14, I found myself hugging him at night. At some point we started to spoon, and most morning I woke up in his strong arms. Soon, it we started to kiss goodnight on the lips and lay in bed at night talking and holding each other. I started to wear only thin low cut tshirt to bed and most nights dad's cock would get hard and poke out of his boxers. I would pull up my T-shirt a bit so it would rest against my pussy. Finally when I turned 16, it happened, dad was very hard and I was soaking wet. We were face to face our breathing the only sound. I kissed him, dad kissed back. The I pushed him on his back climbed on him and guided his cock in me. Dad took my cherry. It hurt but felt so good. After 20 minutes dad filled me with his cum. I was his woman now. So it started, we fell in love like a man and wife. Mom never knew or didn't care. Then one night last summer I was 18, Dad and I were fucking like animals. I was bent over the mattress and he was fucking me hard, I was screaming with pleasure and Dad started to cum. Just then Mom came, in she froze as if hit my lighting. Then she started to scream, "My sinful life as destroyed my family. I have let the devil in and caused incest. God save my poor soul!" She ran out and we heard her drive off very fast. Dad, said go take a shower quick, and wear something modest. The go sleep in your old bed. I didn't understand, but did what he said. When I came out I heard the washer going and dad had changed the sheets on our bed. He was also showered and in sleep pants and a old shirt. Dad I said, what is going on? He kissed me and said, go to bed I think something bad is going to happen. I fell asleep, several hours later the cops came to the door. Mom was found dead in a car crash, with a lot of meth. She had gone off the highway at 90 mph and was killed. Later the police found she had relasped with meth after years of being clean. Four months after we buried mom we quietly move to the Pacific Northwest and started a new life together. We got married in Vegas, no one questioned it. Dad is only 40 and looks young, so no one even questions the age difference. Last week we found out I'm pregnant. We both miss mom sometimes, but we know the love between dad and me, is real and true. I have the man of my dreams.

Is wife cheating???? I've been with my wife for 5 years and for the good part of it I have been unhappy. I was about end it within the first year when she told me she was pregnant. We have a son who is my whole world. He is very close to me and I could not bare not seeing him everyday. I know if we split my wife would make it as difficult as possible to see him and cripple me financially. So those are the reasons I stay with her. She is very beautiful so gets a lot of attention from men. A few years ago she received a valentines card. That night I found her talking on facebook with numerous men trying to find out who had sent it. One was an ex who is was telling she still loved, another she was virtually asking to have an affair with. She played it all down and made out I was being paranoid. Since I have found calls to ex boyfriends, flirty messages to other guys, late nights with terrible excuses. The latest one though is she went to a BBQ one lunchtime and came back the next day. On her facebook was a picture of a guys penis and she had a graze on her forearm that looked like a friction burn to me. She always says I'm overreacting, am I? Today I found contraceptive pills in her dressing gown pocket, I've been sterilised for 3 years. Is it all in my mind or am I right in thinking shes playing away?

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I've Been Keeping a Secret For 44 Years I’ve been keeping for 44 years. Lately it’s been bothering me and this is my first step in letting this secret be known. I’m a 49 year old male and I’ve never told another living soul what I’m about to write. Today I also plan to tell my wife. When I was five years old (1966), I was in the hospital for a hernia operation. That first night in the hospital room I was given an injection which made me very weak and almost paralyzed. Later a man entered the room and raped me. This rape was violent enough that he ripped my a* and bloodied my nose when he forced my face into the bed. The memories of this are still crystal clear in my mind. After he raped me, he held me forcefully by the back of my neck and put his lips to my ear and told me that if I ever told anyone he would have to kill my mother and father. Then he asked me if I wanted them to die, of course I didn’t. He left me and sometime later, I regained enough strength to crawl far enough up on the bed to press a button to call a nurse. When the nurse didn’t come I kept pressing and pressing it until she did. When she eventually came into the room, from her reaction I could tell she was shocked by what she saw. She left and brought other nurses. My hands and pillow were covered in blood. One nurse kept asking “who did this to you?, who did this to you?”, but of course I didn’t know, I never even saw his face. They washed me and changed the sheets on the bed. They spent a lot of time washing me and examining my backside. Nothing was ever said to my parents. While I honestly didn’t understand what had happened to me at the time, I knew it was something bad, I followed the instructions of the rapist and I never told my parents. I think back and wonder why the nurses, as adults, didn’t tell my parents. Did they fear losing their jobs? Did they fear a lawsuit? I suppose I’ll never know. The surgery the next morning went as scheduled. The pain of the torn a* was far greater than that of the hernia operation and I couldn’t sit without a lot of pain for weeks afterward but I still never said a word. When I was well enough to play outdoors I can remember the physical pain as a result of the rape lasted far longer than that of the operation. As I got older I fully understood what happened to me that night. I still never told anyone because I was too embarrassed. No young male wants to tell people the time he was anally raped. Then when I became an adult I still never told anyone, I just never had a reason to talk about it and I suppose I didn't want to burden others with my misfortune. Sometimes, I still have nightmares of being held by the back of the neck by the rapist and I hear him telling me he would have to kill my parents if I tell anyone. Here it is 44 years later and I’m still reliving that night. Today, I took the afternoon off from work because it was a beautiful day and as I drove home from work, I found myself thinking about that night with tears streaming down my cheeks. I suddenly realized that 44 years later I’ve still been following the instructions of the rapist. Well it's time to stop, seconds from now when I press the confess button and post this story, I’m not following his instructions anymore.

I've Been Keeping a Secret For 44 Years I’ve been keeping for 44 years. Lately it’s been bothering m...

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One night She was ruined by the many. The lack of love. The use and abuse. The forgotten one, so easily thrown away like a used prophylactic. Looking for affection and coming up short. S becomes loveless. One night stands though she wants so much more. But that’s as long as they want her. This is something she can’t change. Just like she couldn’t change the fact her father never wanted her. Or the way she will never be able to change the disdain her stepdad held for all those years after the one night she tries so hard to repress from when she was six. Turning to all the wrong places. Trying to escape. They created a floozy. A junkie. And they blame her and her alone. She began her journey into adulthood innocent. Unexperienced. She had only ever kissed the lips of the single boyfriend she’d had, who was now the reason for her pain. He gave her a glimpse of this thing she was so curious of, then tore it out from under her after no time at all. Reason number two came flying in on his white horse. She had never felt this before. The things he said, she had never heard aimed her way before. After one passionate night, he began to withdraw. More and more were her desperate attempts of communication ignored. Until she realized she had been dooped. You think by now she would have learnt. Number three was a surprise. A new acquaintances, sharing a moment in time over the sweet scent of smoked herbs. A kiss. A touch. And that was that. She didn’t want more, only friendship. To not be forgotten. Once again, the sting of silence bit her hard. Four was only slightly different. She reached a point of such frustration she gave herself up to a man she had no intention for. The first one to ask. With intentions clear from the beginning, they were there for s, and s alone. His cold shoulder hurt as much just as the others. His constant words of friendship and understanding disappeared and were replaced by momentary conversations, offcourse only when he wanted something from her. She was beginning to understand. After one night she was she useless, a waste of time and space in their eyes. Tossed aside and forgotten was a scenario all too familiar. This realization left her numb. Rhys felt different. But she knew better than to let her hopes rise higher than reality. They f*. He kissed her goodbye. She let herself hope for something more, even if all that meant was a second night of pure intercourse. His disregard penetrated her heavy heart, sending her over the edge to a place of no return. S has lost all meaning. Men want nothing but one night of pleasure. All men. She feels like a ruined woman at the age of eighteen. A loveless and unlovable fool. Used and unwanted. She rids her life of the people who treat her less than she deserves, knowing she will be alone forever. Knowing she will have to find affection in any place she can. She’s always loved the sensation drugs give her. But now they feel like they may be able to replace the lack of affection. Like they may be able to take away the sting of rejection. Who knows where this will take her. WHY AM I ONLY GOOD FOR ONE NIGHT?

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