My bf then told me that he jus wanna see and not going to get involved in sex. No condoms, no protections but I know they are disease free. It started one guy with missionary and another one pushing his thick dick in my mouth, I had so many gag reflex.. during this time the third guy was eating my boobs.

My boyfriend commanded the guy who was making me to give him a bj to give a deepest possible push and he did it with no hesitation. All of a sudden an 8 inch dick went and touched my throat which made a huge gag reflex and I puked out. I jus enjoyed that moment..

My bf gotta old cloth and wiped the floor and meantime he asked to go for a double penetration.. One guy who made me to puke laid down and made me to sit on his cock.. he made me to bend towards him crushing my boobs on his chest, and another guy who was fucking me missionary came from behind and showelled his dick into my ass without any hint. Shock, pain, pleasure everything jus happened at once and the third guy separated me from the first guys body and made me to suck his dick..

I was in heaven but I asked them not to cum in my pussy which they agreed. The guy who was fucking my ass was about to cum and asked me if he can cum in my ass for which I happily agreed. Then the guy fucking my pussy went doggy and doing anal with previous guys cum still uncleaned.

He made the cumshot in 10 mins.. I also had a shivering orgasm but they didn't let me settle.. the third guy asked me to taste the cum dripping from my ass by putting his dick in my ass and came back again to my mouth. I jus enjoyed that taste... Later he went back again to my ass and finished his cumshot..

Finally my bf fucked my pussy for a complete orgasm and gave me a cum shot in my mouth. In this meantime I enjoyed countless numbers of slaps on my cheeks and spanks on my ass and boobs...

I had lived a life of a slut on that day with 2nd round around the midnight again

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#0556

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Hiii, I'm an doctor by profession im 20  basically the main topic is about a boy whom I love so much (past 7  years ) he knows this  not he know that i like him not love the minor difference but the major one . Once I confessed this but no response what I was expecting from him so once we were playing truth and dare and my friends asked do you love someone i said ya there is aboy i love him and without so they wanted to talk to him but I didn't told them ki whether him loves or not and I made another id on social media and I used to talk to my friends and I made a frictional man , how i wanted my man to be and talked to my friends about my happiness sadness careless everything,  shared every moment with them like a boy ...now coming back to the real boy ...we rarely talk to other but he's in my mind everytime day night... sometimes I want to get rid to ir but sometimes I feel it's okay yrr its not bad or anything harm about something to love someone whether knownligy or unknowingly...and I know I did something wrong by not telling this to my friends . There was a time I don't understand what should be done so I did this
I cannot find someone else rather him but at the same time  I also dont want to stick on him ...but i lov him 🤧 💗

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#0557

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I'm 32 years, a guy, bisexual. I met my straight best friend (same age and male) 10 years ago. We became close. We hang out a lot and are always there for each other. He jas had a gf all this time, she doesn't like me, idc, I don't like her either after all she feels like she's the gatekeeper of all his friends and I'll never submit to her.

Anyways, I like this dude. We are there for each other no matter what. A wedding or a party in the family, a funeral in the family, being broke, watching football together, spending on each other, that sort of thing. We're however clear with each other. I never try to touch him or anything because one, I've never told him im bi though he suspects and two, his friendship means the world to me and I'll NEVER jeopardise this friendship.

However we have our moments here and there. I've been attracted to him since the 1st day I saw him. Even before I knew his name. I've suppressed my attraction to him for 10 years because my friendship with him is more important. He challenges me in life. He advices me and I advice him. My parents love him because he's in our family functions. If I'm ever not ok I know he will always be there. I'd do anything for him but that does not mean I am still not attracted to him from time to time.

We've never done anything sexual but the closest sexual things we've done started with him joking that he jerked off. I laughed it off and told him who doesn't. That was more than 7 years ago. From that time he started telling me how he wishes he could stop jerking off and I was so shocked because he's very attractive and sexy so he can get any girl he wants and also I initially could not imagine good looking guys jerk off like the rest of us. Whenever he has told me he wants to stop jerking off I always tell him idk what to say and if he pushes me for an answer I always tell him not to stop jerking off because it obviously feels good. Sometimes he asks me "you think i shoukd continue beating my meat?" And I always tell him "yeah, spit on it, beat it so bad till you cum". He then tells me something like "I'll do that today".

One time he called when I was jerking off. I picked the call and stopped doing it and was soft but as we were talking I got really hard again and started doing it slowly without him knowing. Problem is the more he talked the harder I became so I made my dick more wet and beat my meat so hard that i was making that wank sound. He heard it and continued talking as I breathed heavily and struggled to talk until I came. Since then we've had these kind of calls so many times. It's not that everytime he calls i jerk off but out of every 10 calls we've had, I've jerked off in 3 and I always make sure he knows I'm doing it. Whenever he knows whats going on he talks endlessly like he's telling a story and hardly asks me questions. We've never talked about it and I don't want to ever talk about it because I know he'll stop it. One time he was stern and asked me "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" and I said nothing and I realised as long as i dont moan he allows it.

I know I'm not ok and this is not ok. But if I had my best friend for a night the things I'd do to him his gf has never done to him. I love this guy, I'd kiss him all over his body. I'd lick him in places he's never been licked. That dick that his gf sometimes refuses to suck because she's not in the mood, I'd suck him off ANY TIME, ANY PLACE WHENEVER HE ASKS. Id kiss him, I'd give him pleasure because he deserves all the pleasure in the world. He once told me he once came fast when with a side chicken and felt embarrassed. Tbh I don't understand girls because if he came fast with me I'd be so happy knowing I made him cum so fast.

I love this guy

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#0558

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The modern Cinderella has no prince

The room felt silence. No one was talking. I was there , in my bedroom counting my breath. I wasn't expecting that.

I lived with my stepmom. She looked like witch craft with hazel eyes , yellow-dyed hair , and pointed nose which increase its length when she told me that the whole house chores load is for the sake of me , so that I can be Lady and marrie me off to rich man and change her life.

I was 18. Beautiful devastated young girl , and
beautiful enough with short golden hair ,
attractive enough to be stared by people twice at a time.Drop-dead gorgeous enough to have bf but didn't get the slightest chance. Smart enough to drive people crazy who wanted me to fail.

I was the lonely, unloved one in our house. With that witchy craft woman and with her witchy -laid daughters.

I was involuntarily alone, involuntary orphan ,and  involuntarily famous in the class for my grades. I was just internally accepted that. But when people told me that I am all alone every time they see me, I began to notice that I am alone within the world in which billions live. So what? What if around 8 billion people don't want to be with you?

I became then religious. I began writing letters to God. And when I want real talk - I became nerd - started talking to AI. It advised me - do this , do that , and you are not alone. I also wrote a ton of journals about my perspective, my imagination - I created imaginary world with Disney characters and just dealt with them. But , sometimes I heard when I say to myself, "What's the point of writing if no one is reading them and give me comments?"

It just hurt. Through time , I learned from Mr. Bean's saying - learn to be alone without feeling lonely. I became hard on myself and busied myself with different activities - of course , esp. when I am not working the house chores.

There was days when I spoke just only three words - yes ? , I  have already done that and thank you. Despite my strong desire to laugh , to be loved and to hung out with friends and have sleepover , I was just alone and silent.


I was just living modern Cinderella's life in 21st century expect there was no prince - perfect in my life.

I agreed to marry the man who was like my father because I thought I can get off my ass from the asshole life.
Before the engagement, it was crucial that we should both take medical tests regarding with health issues. The old man checked out also if I were virgin - who could have believed somebody else who is pretty but still virgin at the hottest age of their life?

When the doctor told them that I am not virgin , everything demolished.
It wasn't like I was having an affair with guys but I lost it while I was dealing with house loads.


That precious thing to marry the old - moneybag man went.

So , I locked myself in my room. But I heard them that it is inevitable to marry the guy but in exchange I won't go college. Just stupid house and that man's wife and maid at the same time.

It is when I managed to escape through the window of my bedroom and board a train to my grandma's house.
Smiling to a man who sat Infront of me and staring at me until my face color fades.

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#0559

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I’m living a secret double life.. most of the week? I’m masculine confident, straight guy.. but two or three times out of the month I smoke meth and dress up like a sissy bimbo cross-dresser.. and that’s not even the worst part.

I make sissy, cross-dresser porn and uploaded on the Internet for  profit.. I’ve been putting out sissy cross-dresser porn for over a year and a half and all my content together has probably got over 3.5 million views..

Whenever I start making OK money something always happens like I go to jail or my mother comes back in time so I don’t have time to make content but this time of focus I’m going full-time. Michael is within six months to be one of the top 10 Sissy cross dresser porn stars… all my lab dreamt of doing porn who would’ve knew that I am going to make a living a foreign except I’m going to be dressed as the bitch and I’m the one that’s going to be sucking cock taking it in the ass..

You must be wondering why you think I consider myself straight.. well because when I’m dressed as a boy and most of the week, I prefer women I’m attracted to big booty white girls my preference but when I get high on meth, I turn into a sissy pimple slut exhibitionist I want to dress up like a little sissy, whore and bright make up and the more flamboyant and gay the better..

after the high wears off I feel ashamed and I feel like I don’t wanna do it again but the same time it’s so exciting. someone can discover me and expose me at any moment.

It turns me on that I’m actually making money from porn. I make The MOST Taboo, shameful, humiliating porn.I dress up as a Sissy Faggot, slut walk at night, dressed as a Sissy bimbo hooker, I’m known as the glory hole queen, and when I’m dressed like a sissy bitch I love barely legal boys and older dominant hung daddy’s..  after writing the last paragraph I know for a fact, I’m definitely not straight anymore..

I figured out why I like to dress up as A sissy bimbo.. I have a nice body, and I look good as a sissy and as a boy. But I figured it out why I wanna dress up as a sissy because I have always looked at women having an easier time getting with the right man and the right man spoils them and takes care of them… it’s a huge aphrodisiac when a man offers to pay me even 40 bucks to suck their cock or when men purchase my content online the attention and the gifts make me feel good like a Sissy girl to be honest..

I always wanted to do porn but I knew I had a small dick. The game changer was when I started wearing make up.. google “Sissy Bimbo 304” This is 100% true story..

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Male: 20
After a month of delegatation, and ruminating on the choice to creampie and fuck her mashed potatoes: I cooked and fed my mom my nut. I made her a like tomato chicken salad, with vinagerette pickles cayenne ranch etc abunch of sit-- but the chicken I microwaved coated in my cum for 2 minutes before putting it back in. She said the "food" was tart and would stick underneath her tongue-- I of course just said that was the sugar salt n' pickles making it sour and the chicken is just dry. She literally described the two byproducts of the semen cookin, sour n' sticking/gamey lmao, with a fat smile on her face. My cock was starting to tent because I was listening to ny own mon discuss how esswntially my cum was so viscious it naturally settled on her tongue.

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#0561

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100% True story. First time confessing.

I'm a 30 year old woman who spent more than ten years in an on and off relationship with my high school boyfriend. He was the only man I had ever dated, and I was always loyal to him. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the same. Over the years I kept hearing rumours about his affairs, and many of them turned out to be true.

I’m from Sikkim, though my father is from another state. My parents separated when I was young, so I grew up with my mother. Through my cousins I got to know a boy who was four years younger than me. We weren’t related by blood, but we treated each other like siblings. He called me “Di” and I called him “bhai.” I properly got to know him when I was working in Delhi as a flight attendant. We met a few times and mostly just talked. I always saw him as a younger brother.

One day a colleague told me my boyfriend was having an affair. I was devastated. I quit my job, moved to another city, and ended the relationship. During that time I cut off contact with most people. The only person I occasionally spoke to was that “bhai,” maybe once a year, just to share updates about life.

After a couple of years my ex contacted me again. He said he had gotten a government job in Sikkim, regretted his past actions, and wanted to marry me. At first I ignored him, but deep down I still loved him. Eventually I agreed to return to Sikkim. When we met again after two or three years, I felt hopeful and we started planning a future together.

I found a job in Sikkim and reconnected with family, including that “bhai,” who remained very supportive and a good listener. However, my boyfriend had always been extremely jealous, even of male colleagues or friends. This time he was also uncomfortable with my “bhai.” One day when “bhai” visited my house, my boyfriend called and demanded that I ask him to leave. For the first time, I refused. I felt he was being unreasonable and instead spent the evening talking and sharing a meal.

Around the same time I heard from a friend that my boyfriend had been with another girl while we were apart, even though he had told me he hadn’t been with anyone. This started to trouble me deeply. I began confiding more in “bhai.” We started meeting more often, especially as my fights with my boyfriend became frequent. During that stressful period I also picked up habits like smoking and occasionally drinking with friends.

One night after drinking wine with a friend, I came home feeling lonely and emotional. I asked “bhai” to come over so I could talk. I was drunk and vulnerable that night. We were talking and I started feeling drowsy while he played with my hair. We were sitting on the same bed. Slowly, he began touching my face and then my lips. I didn’t fully understand what was happening. Then he put his hand under my T shirt, under my bra, and later inside my panties. I didn’t stop him. I don’t know why. He removed my panties, and then I got up and positioned myself in a doggy pose for him. He fucked me so hard from behind.

I knew we were crossing a line because our relationship had always been like that of siblings, but I couldn’t stop it in that moment. I told him not to finish inside me but on my back. After some time, he finished on my back.

That night, we ended up crossing a boundary we had never crossed before, despite always seeing each other like siblings.

It was a confusing and emotionally complicated moment for me.
I have more to this story if you're interested.

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#0562

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I am a 23-year-old MBBS student. This is about a friendship that deeply affected me.
I had a female classmate from school (class 4 to 10), but we were never close. She was a topper, and I was more of an average student, so we hardly interacted. After 10th, we both coincidentally joined the same new school, and that’s when we became close friends.
However, our friendship was not equal. I was open about my life and emotions, but she never shared much about herself. Over time, I realized that she often kept things from me—for example, she didn’t tell me about her boyfriend until their relationship was almost over.
I always made efforts for her. I celebrated her birthday with full dedication, brought gifts, even did things I had never done before like bunking classes just to spend time with her. But she never seemed to value those efforts. Instead, she often prioritized others over me.
One incident hurt me deeply. After two years, my boyfriend was coming to meet me, but on the same day, she was going through a breakup. She asked me to stay with her, so I cancelled my plan. But later, she left me alone and went to meet her boyfriend, while mine was waiting. That moment was very painful for me.
After that, things started affecting my academics, and I was blamed at home while she wasn’t, which made me feel even worse. I also noticed that she would hide things from me and sometimes shift responsibility onto me.
Eventually, I began distancing myself, but she never tried to understand why. She didn’t even wish me on my birthday, and over time, she stopped making any effort to stay in touch. I was always the one reaching out.
Later, I tried to express my feelings honestly through a voice note, explaining how hurt I was. Instead of understanding, she said I should have told her earlier. But for me, the timing didn’t matter—the pain was real regardless.
After that, she completely stopped contacting me. Months passed, and despite everything, I still missed her. Recently, I texted her, but her response was that she felt there was “nothing to talk about.”
For me, it was never about having topics—it was about the emotions and the bond.
That was our last conversation
Do let me know in the comment section what should I do and what i did was right or wrong?

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#0563

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Submissive gay man age 23 went to a gay sauna for the first time I removed my cloths and kept it all in my locker with just a towel around my waist I began to cruise the location it was packed and I began to notice a lot of hot naked men as we made eye contact the man touch my ass and upon seeing no restriction from my side he made me naked in front of other naked men he made me su*k his co*k and since it was a first time I finished soon with all the play without even having sex and I was really embarassing for me to but the guy was really sweet he cuddled with me untill we both slept.

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#0564

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Supporting My Sister’s Porn Company Job Despite Family Disownment

I support my sister even though my parents have disowned her. After graduating college she got a job with a porn company and she does accounting work for them. She does not do sex. The job pays well and I don’t blame her a bit for working there.

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#0565

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I would like to vent about the most painful day of my life.

The lights were out. I was sitting on the living room couch, my left leg raised up on a heap of clothes so the fluids from the loosely stitched open wound wouldn't soil the sofa. I was in great pain, I just denied it for the sake of my mom. I was five when the accident on my Achilles happened about two weeks ago and since I missed my appointments repeatedly, I was bleeding like hell and white fluid was everywhere. It was really dark.
It started to rain. Mom lit a candle and was putting buckets under the leaking holes of the ceiling, praying the roof holds on for another winter. She went to the kitchen to start a fire to heat up some food and soup for us. It was dark, and it was raining. Then you came barging in, greetings and all.
Mother starts telling you how bad the wound was turning out to be, but you didn't want to listen, did you? It was just one of her rants, right? Not this time. Today she decided to push your limits, a bit further, for me. For us. But you were drunk.
You ordered hot water and salt and I would be fine for another day. She got you what you wanted, you sat down on the stool and tried ever so carelessly to wash the wound. I was crying and whimpering but I stopped when you screamed at me to man up and not be such a pussy. I was in pain so I couldn't hold it in much longer I let out a yelp. That was the trigger you needed, right dad?
It was pouring outside by this time. You ask for scissors and pliers as you were convinced that the stitch was the thing that was making me bleed and cry like a little bitch, right dad? Mom doesn't seem to agree and she refused to get them. She had no power. You got up, letting my foot that was hanging on by a thread, literally a thread, hit the container filled with blood and warm water and sea salt. I screamed but mother couldn't do anything but watch.
Thundering and hailing now. You sat down again and tried to pull out the stitching. A small pull, then another, a bigger one, I was hysterical by this time. Crying over your shouts telling me to shut up. I look at mom on the left side behind you, in the glow of the candle light. Her face of horror now turned away as she saw me looking at her helpless. I felt numb, everything turned dull and numb from all the pain and crying.
Then came the big yank. You forcefully pulled on the thread so hard I shrieked in agony, soaked in sweat and tears that felt like lava flowing down on my body, burning in every drop. Mom took a peak and stood frozen, started sobbing fiercely once she came back to her body. A piece of the thread was hanging on the plier as it had pulled something on its way out. A piece of something I couldn’t make out the shape of, a small chunk of something black and soaked in blood. I was screaming for what felt like forever. It burned when you hurriedly wrapped the cloth around my foot, I was crying. You seemed terrified of what you've done. What have you done, dad?
The rain was easier now. It was dark, the small drops from the ceiling on the bucket were the only things making a sound. You went into your bedroom and closed the door behind you. Mother walked back to the kitchen, shaking and sobbing.
I was alone now, unable to distinguish what I was feeling besides burning. It was really dark, then it turned black.

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#0566

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So i grew up with my grand parents and aunts and i have a very strict family for that reason i became shy and silent u can say i have no bitches too😭 so one day my aunt and her husband came to our house for sleep over there wasn't enough space and me and my cousin which is my other aunts daughter shared bed she's like my sister since we grew up together even tho she is 6 years older that me so in the middle of the night she started teasing me with her ass like it was a best feeling I've ever had her ass in my dih like i became horny and i started rubbing her too after a quiet few times she moved to other side and stopped teasing i was already horny but i tought i misunderstood her and i tried to slepp but i felt like she removed her pants i didn't overthinked it cuz she usually sleeps without pants at that time and she started teasing again at this point i couldn't refuse and i cooperated touching her puh and everything but when i tried to slip my hand into her underwear she suddenly moved and called out my name and she said why aren't you sleeping😭 bruh my soul left my body and i quickly slept later that night i checked her phone and she was watching porn that night i tought she was into me and whenever i got the chance i would touch her but she reacted differently everytime and i started to separate my self from her but one day this summer we shared room and i slept next to her bed but in another bed that didn't stop me and i touched her ahh slowly and she didn't say a word and she let me feel it after sometime she moved and i pretended to sleep like after that day she didn't say a word for like week when i touched her but she let me touch her part of body her puh boob or ahh for sometime and she would pretend to wake up but when i touch her i could hear her voice panting or a little moan😭 but bruh i wanna stop i feel like I'm a fucking pervert please gimme advice😭😭 sorry for my grammer.

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#0567

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My girlfriend and I have been together since our Freshman year of high school— 7 years of basically doing everything together. I thought I had found a shy, innocent diamond in the rough. Beautiful curvy, lightskin body, pretty face, quiet, kept to herself.

Early on, guys would mess with her smacking her ass and flirting even while she was with me. She asked me to be patient while she “built confidence.” I was proud when she finally did.
Over time she turned into a freak. We told each other every fantasy. She admitted she got wet at the thought of me and my best friend at the time,  running a train on her while she was just chilling in the room.

The sex was nasty — heavy squirter, amazing throat, loved making a mess. I used to watch her spit drip down her pretty tits while she gagged on me .

After high school we both went to college, then dropped out because of money. She started working at UPS. That’s where she met this older 38-year-old muscular alpha she eventually cheated on me with. I read her journal , she saw him as Dominant, smooth, stable — even wrote how wet it made her to see him working hard.

I started noticing she was coming home later and later. A few times I ate her pussy after work and it tasted off… l later found out I was eating his leftover cum out of her)
She was obsessed with him. We even laughed together about her finding him really attractive but obviously we were together, Then I got in her phone and saw everything: her sending him videos of her squirting while moaning his name and calling him Daddy, I seen vids of her getting fucked Hard, whimpering and submissive in ways she never was for me. She was my sweetheart but I never seen her getting impaled that fucking hard by this older married man.

He knew about me and didn’t give a fuck — just kept pounding my young gf.
Before I could even confront her, she came to me crying, admitted she’d been fucking him. We talked it over but I clearly was heartbroken but in the midst of us getting through the situation I found out she was still talking to him and becoming less and less sympathetic.

She basically told me to get over it because the relationship had already expired and I wasn’t being as attentive and understanding of how she was feeling about it in the past.

To be honest, she showed me who really wore the pants in how humiliating the whole situation had become. I later found Her and her cousin were laughing at me in texts — calling me a mamas boy who’d be crying in his mom’s basement. Meanwhile my mom didn’t even care I got humiliated by her and told me to give her another chance. My mom still loves her and my ex still goes on dinner dates with my mom.

Looking back, it was the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me & in a strange way, it turns me on more than anything. She embarrassed tf out of me and it was insane how hard that huge older guy was fucking her. The fact she moved on doing what she wants, never even really feeling bad. She gave herself what she felt she deserved….I’m conflicted as hell — part of me wants to collar up and stay her bitch, part of me knows the old relationship is dead. Leaning toward just knowing my role and accepting she runs the ship.

-Baltimore, MD

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#0568