Anonymous Secrets Thread

A Secret Response to "arse play":
Male, age unknown.

Back in the day when spine and muscles were supple, I used to masturbate, squeeze the tip, throw legs over head, and squirt into my mouth, thus saving many dollars on disposable tissues unless my aim was off and I hit my own face. Yeah, I invented bukkake. Do I get royalty payments? Sheet gnaw.

So Mr. Arse, "do as thou wilt" shall be the whole of the law. It's the privacy of your own bedroom. It's your skin. If YOU don't like it, stop. If OTHERS don't like it, pppbbbbhhhttt!
Holy Moly!! That is some serious acrobatics! :eek:
 
Male, no age given

I once slept with a girl and after we had breakfast the next morning and went our separate ways... I realized I never got her name. That made for one hell of a next conversation. For about 2 weeks her name was "???" in my phone, she still has no clue. ^.^
 
Male, no age given

I once slept with a girl and after we had breakfast the next morning and went our separate ways... I realized I never got her name. That made for one hell of a next conversation. For about 2 weeks her name was "???" in my phone, she still has no clue. ^.^

HA! Funny. AND I know who's secret that is! There was something in the message that gave away his signature... :D (not that Kudram gave away)
 
Male, no age given

I once slept with a girl and after we had breakfast the next morning and went our separate ways... I realized I never got her name. That made for one hell of a next conversation. For about 2 weeks her name was "???" in my phone, she still has no clue. ^.^

Kudos for managing to keep in touch without knowing her name, bet many would have been far too embarrassed to even try.

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Love this thread, great work people.
 
I don't recall wanting anyone this much. I cannot figure out if he feels the same way at all. I was sure before... He has a family member in crisis and they fucked everything for me. I feel selfish- but I want him to only pay attention to me.
 
Male 34 married


I sometimes wish that my wife's libido was a little higher and that she had more interest in the wilder side to sex. But then I realize that I am a lucky man and it's not my wife who is undersexed, just myself who is oversexed. It's at these times, that I wish I could take a pill to lower my sex drive, as I do feel a bit of a sex pest for her.

I love her with all my heart and do wish I could stop myself being obsessed with sex. I've even made a mini diary of my sexual thoughts and shocked myself at the number of times I'll try to glance up a skirt or look down a top of a random lady in the street, a work colleague or a customer.

It's all a bit sad really. So sorry to all those unsuspecting women out there whom I have perved on and am probably likely to perve on again, as I just don't have it in me to stop. I have tried.
 
M 54

The talk of forgotten names reminded me of a trip to Montreal. I have, at times, described myself as the type guy that generally goes unnoticed by women unless they have a chance to get to know me, but give me three or four days, and I might have a shot! About ten years ago, I was in Montreal on business, and as is my habit, I found a great pub to be my home-away-from-home while in town. I was at Hurley's three nights running, and got to know the staff pretty well, and a few of the patrons.

On my last night in town, I had been in the bar for 3-4 hours when two girls came in. They were funny and smart, and we talked and flirted as one is wont to do in such situations. The blond of the two was very outgoing and a bit of a tease, so I knew this wasn't going anywhere, just witty banter. The brown haired of the two was a bit shy, but whip smart. A pleasant evening in and of itself.

About 2 o'clock, they decided that it was time to go, and I had an 8am flight the next morning, so I walked them to their car. When we were walking out, the brown haired girl told her friend she could use one more drink and would catch a cab. I knew I was going to regret it, but being the gentleman that I hope to be, I asked "So what can I get you?" and headed back to the bar, just tipsy enough to miss all the fun signals.

She said she really didn't need any more to drink, and was hoping we could go back my hotel for a few hours. THAT clue I got, so we headed back to my room for what could only be described as 3-4 hours of no-holes-barred, messy, sweaty, GREAT sex. As I said before, I was a little tipsy, and dead tired, enough so that I hit that magical, stay hard forever state. She was a kinky thing, with pierced labia and nipples.... a beautiful night. I know all women tell us we're great to keep our egos intact, but she seemed to be just as impressed with the night as I was.

I threw all my clothes in a bag around 6am, put her in a cab, caught one myself to the airport, and got out of the country. She wrote her email for me before she left, even though I knew it would be a long time before I saw Montreal again. I intended to stay in touch.

Now the bad part; I lost her contact information. I THINK her name was Melissa, Madison, some M name, but it's lost to time. The worst part is that I have to be in Montreal in a couple of weeks, and she's all I can think about. Damn the luck.

She probably wouldn't remember me anyway.
 
m - 30s

Was reading the do you like your pussy shaved, trimmed, natural, etc? thread and thought about this...
A stubborn nature, a love of pussy licking and a woman with an extremely hairy pussy who told me she'd never cum through oral sex lead me to persevere long enough to end up with a noticeable painful blister on the tip of my tongue the following day...
Her reactions to it convinced me that she had been telling the truth at least but I didn't care to repeat the experience.
At least it's not a common enough injury that anyone picked up on the cause...
 
m - 30s

Was reading the do you like your pussy shaved, trimmed, natural, etc? thread and thought about this...
A stubborn nature, a love of pussy licking and a woman with an extremely hairy pussy who told me she'd never cum through oral sex lead me to persevere long enough to end up with a noticeable painful blister on the tip of my tongue the following day...
Her reactions to it convinced me that she had been telling the truth at least but I didn't care to repeat the experience.
At least it's not a common enough injury that anyone picked up on the cause...

Ah. What a let down for both of you! :rose:
 
Male 34 married


I sometimes wish that my wife's libido was a little higher and that she had more interest in the wilder side to sex. But then I realize that I am a lucky man and it's not my wife who is undersexed, just myself who is oversexed. It's at these times, that I wish I could take a pill to lower my sex drive, as I do feel a bit of a sex pest for her.

I love her with all my heart and do wish I could stop myself being obsessed with sex. I've even made a mini diary of my sexual thoughts and shocked myself at the number of times I'll try to glance up a skirt or look down a top of a random lady in the street, a work colleague or a customer.

It's all a bit sad really. So sorry to all those unsuspecting women out there whom I have perved on and am probably likely to perve on again, as I just don't have it in me to stop. I have tried.

Hmmm.
I think you're normal.
Most people are dead walking Zombies.
I perv on men all the time.
Particularly the differences between my soft roundness and their angular bodies, their hard muscles.
The way their sex becomes rigid, while mine becomes soft, yielding...wet.
Their triangular torso, my hourglass silhouette.
Their muscular legs, my softly padded thighs.
Their large hands kneading my ass, my small hands undoing their pants.
Their hard flat chest, mine adorned with soft cushy breasts.
Yep, I perv on men all the time.
:D
 
Hmmm.
I think you're normal.
Most people are dead walking Zombies.
I perv on men all the time.
Particularly the differences between my soft roundness and their angular bodies, their hard muscles.
The way their sex becomes rigid, while mine becomes soft, yielding...wet.
Their triangular torso, my hourglass silhouette.
Their muscular legs, my softly padded thighs.
Their large hands kneading my ass, my small hands undoing their pants.
Their hard flat chest, mine adorned with soft cushy breasts.
Yep, I perv on men all the time.
:D

Nicely put!
 
29 F- I hardly get to have sex with my husband and when we do, I'm the one who intiates it. I've tried to be sexy, tried to hint around, and I've out right told him what I want sexually... I've tried to get him to do the same- to talk to me, tell me, show me what he wants, and he still hasn't. I'm at a loss as to what I should do next.
 
25/F

My sister passed away a few months ago and I'm rather happy she's gone. We never really got along. I still haven't cried about her death or even grieved. I'm more pissed that I had to clean up another one of her messes more than anything, but glad there can never be another one. I always hated being woken up at 3am to go pick her ass up in the middle of nowhere because she was drunk or something. Hell I'm on first name bases with half the cops in my area thanks to her.

She died of a drug od which I told the cops when they were here it was probably an overdose. My mom still doesn't know her daughter oded and didn't die from her medical problems. I want to tell her so she stops putting my sister on this pedestal when really she was a spoiled and fucked up. They spent thousands on getting her a horse and car.... I had to buy my own car.

I'm glad my mom won't have another heart attack or stroke thanks to my sister pulling yet another stupid stunt. So in the end my sister is dead and I'm relieved. At least for her I didn't bake a cake when she passed away like I did for my biological mother. Who was yet another piece of work. My sister reminded me of her. Oh did I mention I can make a crack pipe thanks to my biological mother? Ya I can. THANKS MOM!
 
25/F

My sister passed away a few months ago and I'm rather happy she's gone. We never really got along. I still haven't cried about her death or even grieved. I'm more pissed that I had to clean up another one of her messes more than anything, but glad there can never be another one. I always hated being woken up at 3am to go pick her ass up in the middle of nowhere because she was drunk or something. Hell I'm on first name bases with half the cops in my area thanks to her.

She died of a drug od which I told the cops when they were here it was probably an overdose. My mom still doesn't know her daughter oded and didn't die from her medical problems. I want to tell her so she stops putting my sister on this pedestal when really she was a spoiled and fucked up. They spent thousands on getting her a horse and car.... I had to buy my own car.

I'm glad my mom won't have another heart attack or stroke thanks to my sister pulling yet another stupid stunt. So in the end my sister is dead and I'm relieved. At least for her I didn't bake a cake when she passed away like I did for my biological mother. Who was yet another piece of work. My sister reminded me of her. Oh did I mention I can make a crack pipe thanks to my biological mother? Ya I can. THANKS MOM!

I didn't get a decent mother either. Forgive them and let them go. Your health will improve. Orgasm everyday. The endorphins make you happy. The rage turns to lust and drains from you. Feels great. And yes, when she passed I was relieved. Why? Well, over the years she threatened to kill me several times. As an infant she left me in a crib for two days alone. My aunt found me. As I got older I was burned and stabbed. My crime was I was born female. In my twenties she murdered her third husband. She claimed abuse (I don't believe it) and did five years. Then five on probation. When she finished probation I get a letter saying she is now a citizen with full rights. She wrote, "I can even buy a gun." She sent letters to my spouse at his office saying she was going to sue him for alienation of my affection towards her. Other letters mentioned two by four pieces of wood...with drawings. She would phone and threaten to burn down my house and pour acid on my car. Why? I went and graduated from university, all on my own dime. Some people should never be allowed to care for children. Unfortunately society is reluctant to believe bad mothers exist. You won! You outlived her and your children won't be traumatized by her. Everything's good. Blessings to you. :rose:
 
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29 F- I hardly get to have sex with my husband and when we do, I'm the one who intiates it. I've tried to be sexy, tried to hint around, and I've out right told him what I want sexually... I've tried to get him to do the same- to talk to me, tell me, show me what he wants, and he still hasn't. I'm at a loss as to what I should do next.

Have his hormone levels tested.
 
29 F- I hardly get to have sex with my husband and when we do, I'm the one who intiates it. I've tried to be sexy, tried to hint around, and I've out right told him what I want sexually... I've tried to get him to do the same- to talk to me, tell me, show me what he wants, and he still hasn't. I'm at a loss as to what I should do next.

Start by looking at the rest of your relationship. Ask yourself if this is the only place where the two of you are having gaps.
Then have a conversation, not about sex but about everything else.
If you leave it then it will become the status quo and in time it will get to be too much effort to do even that. Then, when you look you'll find so many gaps you'll wonder how you missed them all.
God bless both of you.
Good luck.
 
29 F- I hardly get to have sex with my husband and when we do, I'm the one who intiates it. I've tried to be sexy, tried to hint around, and I've out right told him what I want sexually... I've tried to get him to do the same- to talk to me, tell me, show me what he wants, and he still hasn't. I'm at a loss as to what I should do next.

Find out of he is actually happy or not. Have a hard and blunt conversation about what he wants and let him tell you, even if it means the unthinkable. I don't mean to be terse, but I've been in an extremely, even eerily, similar before. it sounds to me as if he is not happy at all with the very essence of the relationship.
 
25/F

My sister passed away a few months ago and I'm rather happy she's gone. We never really got along. I still haven't cried about her death or even grieved. I'm more pissed that I had to clean up another one of her messes more than anything, but glad there can never be another one. I always hated being woken up at 3am to go pick her ass up in the middle of nowhere because she was drunk or something. Hell I'm on first name bases with half the cops in my area thanks to her.

She died of a drug od which I told the cops when they were here it was probably an overdose. My mom still doesn't know her daughter oded and didn't die from her medical problems. I want to tell her so she stops putting my sister on this pedestal when really she was a spoiled and fucked up. They spent thousands on getting her a horse and car.... I had to buy my own car.

I'm glad my mom won't have another heart attack or stroke thanks to my sister pulling yet another stupid stunt. So in the end my sister is dead and I'm relieved. At least for her I didn't bake a cake when she passed away like I did for my biological mother. Who was yet another piece of work. My sister reminded me of her. Oh did I mention I can make a crack pipe thanks to my biological mother? Ya I can. THANKS MOM!

I didn't get a decent mother either. Forgive them and let them go. Your health will improve. Orgasm everyday. The endorphins make you happy. The rage turns to lust and drains from you. Feels great. And yes, when she passed I was relieved. Why? Well, over the years she threatened to kill me several times. As an infant she left me in a crib for two days alone. My aunt found me. As I got older I was burned and stabbed. My crime was I was born female. In my twenties she murdered her third husband. She claimed abuse (I don't believe it) and did five years. Then five on probation. When she finished probation I get a letter saying she is now a citizen with full rights. She wrote, "I can even buy a gun." She sent letters to my spouse at his office saying she was going to sue him for alienation of my affection towards her. Other letters mentioned two by four pieces of wood...with drawings. She would phone and threaten to burn down my house and pour acid on my car. Why? I went and graduated from university, all on my own dime. Some people should never be allowed to care for children. Unfortunately society is reluctant to believe bad mothers exist. You won! You outlived her and your children won't be traumatized by her. Everything's good. Blessings to you. :rose:

I am so sorry for what you both had to go through. No one, especially a child, should have to go through anything remotely close to what either of you have survived. You are both inspirations.

To 25/F, you obviously care about your mother because you are happy that she won't suffer any more strokes or heart attacks with your Sister gone, that much is obvious. So I would highly suggest not ruining her memory of her other daughter by telling her the blunt truth. Let her go on thinking the best, leave her with her own good memories and don't mar them with something that isn't truly necessary.
 
o one would ever think that I would be writing this post. I am fairly well known here on the Playground. I bottle things up inside me and it has become very harmful and detrimental to my well being. I take on all burdens and choose to handle things myself in private. Some friends know I am dealing with some things right now, but have no idea the extent and the heaviness in my heart.

It is so overwhelming right now and I have such deep conflict and pain. The conflict is that I am a woman of deep faith, yet I have prayed recently for God to take me home. ( so of course that is a huge conflict ) No one would believe this about me, and no I am not suicidal and would never take my own life. This is not a cry for help, as I know it will seem as such.

I have no one I can talk to or vent about this, as I could never fathom burdening another soul. I just needed to say this out loud once. Not sure it will help, but I need the immense pain to dissipate or I wont be able to carry on.
 
o one would ever think that I would be writing this post. I am fairly well known here on the Playground. I bottle things up inside me and it has become very harmful and detrimental to my well being. I take on all burdens and choose to handle things myself in private. Some friends know I am dealing with some things right now, but have no idea the extent and the heaviness in my heart.

It is so overwhelming right now and I have such deep conflict and pain. The conflict is that I am a woman of deep faith, yet I have prayed recently for God to take me home. ( so of course that is a huge conflict ) No one would believe this about me, and no I am not suicidal and would never take my own life. This is not a cry for help, as I know it will seem as such.

I have no one I can talk to or vent about this, as I could never fathom burdening another soul. I just needed to say this out loud once. Not sure it will help, but I need the immense pain to dissipate or I wont be able to carry on.

I hope that whomever you are you can find someone to talk to. I, too, spent years shouldering my own burdens. I still do to an extent. There comes a point though that you have to talk. To someone you love. If that is too painful then a counselor. Don't let yourself crush under the weight of the world because of your own stubbornness. (Yes stubbornness. I say this because I am the same.) You think you are saving others from your burdens, but you are only suffocating yourself. Those who love you would want you to not be alone.

I hope you find someone you can talk to. Best wishes from one weight of the world carrier to another. :rose:
 
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