Latest Confessions:


25224 - I prefer thick women, always have. My preference started in high school. I like boobs, the bigger the better. I like hips too, the wider the better. Most women are surprised even though I'm athletic and have a good build.
I got made fun of because of my preference and I admit that the social pressure got to me in high school. I dated a couple of skinny girls but it just didn't work for me.
In college, it was like a breath of fresh air. I met several thick girls and had the time of my life. I took a second major just to have another year at college. The girls in college were fun, energetic, super sexy, and the sex was amazing.
After college, I found a good job but stayed in town. I bought a house and got a nice car. Being 23, I still found myself going out with college girls. I used to hook up with girls from parties and social events but now found myself meeting them through online personals.
Its been 10 years now ( I'm 33 ) and I'm still meeting girls from college. I'm still a student taking one class a term working on my second Masters. Even though I'm older by ten or more years, the girls I meet don't seem to mind.
I was beginning to get burned out because I was looking for more than just sex when I met, Trisha. She was just starting her graduate work this fall term. We met online. She was just looking for a friend to show her around town and hang out. We met for lunch one weekend afternoon. Trisha was a stunning redhead, another weakness of mine, cute and of course curvy. We walked around campus and talked for hours. Our walk led to dinner, then drinks, and to her apartment. Needless to say, the sex was astounding. The great news is that Trisha has moved in with me last month.
The bad news is that I find myself online still.


25223 - Can ladies (only) help me with this question. why do some women when participating in a doggy position have 'fanny farts'...? (thank you)


25222 - I met fiance Katie (not her real name) in college. We dated for two years and then broke up when she was accepted into graduate school in Philadelphia.

That summer we lived apart, until I couldn't take it anymore. Missing Katie, I finally flew to Philadelphia and asked her to marry me. Much to my surprise and happiness, she said yes.

I moved to Philadelphia and rented an apartment. Katie moved in with me but also kept her studio apartment. I told her she needed to let it go, but she said she needed it to "store" some of her things. I didn't really doubt her because, in truth, her apartment was full of her stuff.

As our wedding day approached, I again brought up the issue of her apartment. It was costing us a lot of money - the rent alone was over $900 a month. And now that the wedding was approaching, the deposits for the hall and the photographer were draining my savings account. But Katie kept insisting she needed the storage. Her insistence was frustrating, especially since we could event a storage unit for a fraction of what we were spending on her rent.

One afternoon, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I went to the apartment to see how much of her stuff I could move into the storage area. The first surprise I had was that the key she'd given me didn't work. I tried a couple of times but it clearly was the wrong key. I considered calling her, but knew she'd be pissed, so I decided to just leave.

One my way out, I saw a fire escape linking the three studios at the top of the building. Access it was easy and each of the studios had a balcony by the fire escape. I quickly climbed to the balcony only to find the door locked - but the window next to it was cracked slightly. Hoping I wasn't too obvious, I climbed in through the window.

As I said, the apartment was full of her stuff. But what was strange was the dirty dishes in the sink - two cups, two plates and forks. I went into the bedroom and saw the bed was set up and made - but the comforter was wrinkled, as if someone had been sleeping on it.

I walked around the apartment for awhile, confused. I began to wonder if Katie had sublet the apartment and not told me. But why? Her clothes were still in the closet. A parking pass for the university lay on the table by the front front door. There was a toothbrush and toothpaste in the bathroom. And in the medicine cabinet - condoms.

I was still in the bathroom when I heard a key in the lock. Immediately, I panicked. My heart pounding, I quickly stepped inside the bathtub, hiding behind the shower curtain. I held my breath, waiting.

Voices, one of them Katie's. Then someone laughed. Then the light flahed on in the bathroom and I almost died. I couldn't see who it was, but when the steady sound of pissing started, I knew it was a male. When the flushing started, I heard him say, "I don't want to eat there again." In the distance, Katie said something I couldn't hear. Then the light went off.

I stood there in the darkness, heart pounding, trying to place the voice. It sounded so familiar. But now there was silence.

Swallowing hard, I stepped out of the shower. The light was off in the bathroom, but the door was open. I could see into the living room - empty. Stepping silently, I peered out of the bathroom. Like the living room, the kitchen and dining area were empty. They hadn't left, so they had to be in the bedroom.

They were.

When I finally crept to when I could see into the bedroom, I just about died on the spot. Now I knew why Katie didn't want to give up the apartment.

The guy was her graduate advisor, a man ten or fifteen years older than her and married - not that a wedding ring was stopping either of them right now. As I watched, Katie was lying back on the bed and he was kneeing in front of her, pushing her knees apart with his hands. Chewing her lip, Katie began to shift on the bed as the guy's head disappeared up her skirt. A few minutes later, her eyes were closed, her legs were on his shoulders, and she was bucking on the bed.

When he was finished - when Katie had literally cum on his face, whimpering and moaning - he pulled away from her and began removing his slacks. Katie reached beneath her skirt and removed her panties, tossing them on the floor.

He then gave her another orgasm, this time with his cock. For hours afterwards, I could see in my mind the vivid image of Katie moving on the bed beneath him, her slender body pushing into his, his eyes greedily watching her face as he made her cum - moaning softly - again.

Somehow I got out of the apartment without them hearing me. I made it outside and waited - but it still took them another hour to leave. I could only imagine what had transpired while I was waiting.

That night, Katie slept soundly - and in the morning, I was gone.


25221 - Im a married man and a minister at my church. I read these everyday wishing that there would be some other woman in my life to have a discreet relationship with. As I writevthis I'm listening to Christian Music on Pandora so I'm a very real person here. FYI: Clint Brown is on right now. I'm not someone who is trying to impress with my writiing skills or sharpening my writing skills. This is a real desire. Are there any interested parties?
Are there any other churchmen out there in a familiar predicament? Or do you have someone on the side? How does that work for you? Do you have any advice for me? Is your 'other' male or female?
The song playing now is 'I could sing of your love forever'.
Real guy here.....calling other real guys or gals.


25220 - I’m a girl and we own a male dog. Here’s my confession and a little advice to other girls who own dogs:

The best time to do it is when you’re having your period. Don’t use a tampon, use a kotex pad instead. That way he’ll be able to smell your bloody cunt and if you fingerfuck yourself for a few minutes he’ll be able to smell your sexual juices too. If you don’t shave down there, it will help to intensify your scent. I don’t shave my cunt and I always smear my blood and juices into my thick pubes. It works like magic! Lay back on the edge of the bed or couch with your legs spread wide open. When your horny dog sticks his head between your legs, grab his ears and pull his nose straight into your bloody cunt. He’ll know what to do. When he starts licking you, reach down and start playing with his cock and balls. It’ll drive him absolutely CRAZY. When his cock is good and hard and it’s fully exposed, get him to mount you! You’ll be in for the ride of your life!


25219 - I'm a married man with a female friend that I flirt with quite often. She's married as well. We tell each other all our sexual secrets and when I told her I was bisexual and was very promiscuous with guys during my college years she was very turned on. She told me one of her fantasies was to see me sucking off another guy.

I decided I wanted to make a blowjob video for her since I knew she wanted to see me suck. Also, I'm submissive and the idea of doing something nasty for her totally turns me on. I started putting up ads on Craigslist two months ago looking for guys who would film me sucking their dick. It's really hard to hook up with people where I live so for two months I got replies but no actual hookups.

Well last Thursday it actually happened! I met a guy on Craigslist who said he would be happy to help me out. Thursday morning I had the house to myself and he came over. He was an older gentlemen, a bit shy but friendly. Not very handsome, but I didn't mind because I just needed anyone who would film me sucking him off. He took off all his clothes and sat down on a couch in my basement. I gave him a cheap Flip camcorder that I have and we went to work.

It had been a while since I sucked cock so I was out of practice. His dick wasn't overly long, but it was thick and curved so it was hard to deepthroat him. Whenever I did try to deepthroat I would gag a little bit. He was hairy and his crotch smelled like stale sweat, which was a bit of a turn off, but again, I was just so excited to have the opportunity. I would alternate between licking his balls and sucking on his shaft, which he seemed to enjoy. He told me he liked having his balls fondled really hard, so I started squeezing his balls with my right hand while I sucked him and he really responded to that. After about 15 minutes he told me he was close to cumming. I had never let anyone cum in my mouth before but I decided beforehand I would do it for my lady friend (again, the idea of doing nasty for her turned me on). He started moaning and then he ejaculated into my mouth; not a lot came out but it was enough for me to taste. He was still filming me so I opened my mouth to show his cum on my tongue. I've always wanted to be a submissive slut for a woman and I felt so happy at that moment.

I burned the video onto a DVD and I can't wait to give it to my friend. I've told her I have a gift for her but I haven't told her what it is. Hopefully, this leads to other, more decadent things. I've always wanted to blow off a roomful of guys in front of her and maybe this will inspire her to get that fantasy off the ground. Anyways, I really can't tell anyone else about this. Yeah, I'm one of those stereotypical "normal" guys - good job, very vanilla, mild-mannered. I run in a very respectable circle who would be appalled by all this. So thanks for listening and hearing me out!