Confessions: What Are Yours?

[IAboy]

My wife uses our Webcam more than I do. Be careful how much you let her use it. She may become addicted.

 

[PolyLvr]

My wife uses our Webcam more than I do. Be careful how much you let her use it. She may become addicted.

Well, the only people she'll be using it with is me, her bf, and maybe a gf.

Unless she decides to use it for mundane purposes, like communicating.

 

[Loradai]

ICT I wish I could find myself a GF I hate being in middle america

 

[IAboy]

I wish you could find that GF you are looking for. No one should be lonely

 

[wantonknowledge]

trying not to post but still not quite there...

...

 

[Loradai]

I wish you could find that GF you are looking for. No one should be lonely

oh I am not lonely, I got my hubbie, but I want a girlfriend to enjoy as well. I guess I am just greedy.

 

[IAboy]

You and a lot of other women on here too. I would like a GF to enjoy myself.

 

[IAboy]

Well, the only people she'll be using it with is me, her bf, and maybe a gf.

Unless she decides to use it for mundane purposes, like communicating.

Sounds like you all will enjoy it!!! Hope you all had a good Christmas too.

 

[PolyLvr]

ICT I wish I could find myself a GF I hate being in middle america

I wish you could find that GF you are looking for. No one should be lonely

oh I am not lonely, I got my hubbie, but I want a girlfriend to enjoy as well. I guess I am just greedy.

That's one of the things that allowed me to transition into accepting polyamory as a lifestyle. The recognition that it is possiible to love more than one person at a time. The world needs more love.
As long as all involved are treated with respect and sensitivity. We have each other as primaries, and others as secondaries. The boundaries are clear, even if sometimes accidently overstepped.

Sounds like you all will enjoy it!!! Hope you all had a good Christmas too.

I had a great Christmas. I hope you did too.

 

[IAboy]

That sounds like a GREAT way to look at love.... Glad you had a great Christmas... BTW... FunluvinAJ is my wife.... I think you know her.

 

[PolyLvr]

That sounds like a GREAT way to look at love.... Glad you had a great Christmas... BTW... FunluvinAJ is my wife.... I think you know her.

I do indeed. Eknow her, anyways. You're a lucky man.

 

[draconus_infernus]

You and a lot of other women on here too. I would like a GF to enjoy myself.

It is nice. I have two of them, but I don't get to see them as much as I would like.

 

[IAboy]

I do indeed. Eknow her, anyways. You're a lucky man.

Thank you very much.. I know I am.

 

[GoodOmen]

I confess that I'd love to have a threesome with Erin Andrews and Rachel Nicols.

 

[Excitable_Boy25]

I confess that on a whim I decided to change my identity and make a new profile. Shouldn't be too hard for those who know me to poke through the alter-ego, though.

BTW: If anyone does know feel free the PM me and let me know .

 

[*Twisted*]

ICT that I don't feel like working right now. LOL

 

[Kazoora]

ICT I did not make a certain phone connection that I wanted to make today. Argh!

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

I confess that I heard the "Santa Baby" Christmas carol again today, probably for the last time this season. And it struck me that every time I hear it – every single time – I have truly nasty thoughts.

I started to think that this never happens with other carols. But as I started to list them (White Christmas, The Holly and the Ivy), I realized that really, any carol can be made dirty with just a little effort, and some Holiday magic.

 

[vwnut]

I confess that when I was younger I once locked the door to a bathroom stall, crawled out from underneath it, and then peed on the floor under the door, with the knowledge that when someone tried to unlock it they would have to crawl through my pee puddle to get under the door. I know, I'm an asshole!

 

[Patchouli_girl]

When I was fourteen years old my mom rented out a spare bedroom in our house to a co-worker of her's. His name was Karl and he was from Germany.

I had recently discovered masturbation and had become obsessed with it. One day, shortly after Karl had moved in with us, he walked in on me in the bathroom as I was getting ready to take a shower. I had just gotten undressed when he came in. The lock on the door was broken and for whatever reason it never got fixed. We were always supposed to knock before going into the bathroom. I guess Karl hadn't been informed about that, yet.

After that incident, whenever I masturbated, I thought about Karl staring at me in the nude. Just that. I wasn't fantasizing about having sex with him, just him staring at me. For some reason that was such a turn on for me.

Before too long, the image of Karl seeing me naked was no longer a sufficient enough turn on, and I was looking for a way to spice things up a little. I still remember the first time I snuck out of my bedroom in the middle of the night, my heart pounding in my chest with nervousness at what I was about to do. I walked up to Karl's bedroom door and put my ear against it to hear if he was snoring (he always snored when he slept). He was. Ever so quietly I opened his door and walked up to his bed. I watched him for a moment, then took off my clothes and masturbated right there in front of him. To this day I still remember how nervously excited I was and the incredible pleasure I felt during my orgasm. In fact so pleasurable that after I went back to my room I couldn't fall asleep and within an hour went back to Karl's bedroom to do it again, as well I did the following night and the night after that.

After a couple of weeks, masturbating naked in his room was no longer as exciting as it was the first few times, and I became more daring. I quickly caught on to the fact that Karl was a heavy sleeper and that I could get away with quite a bit without waking him. I realize now that it was the idea of getting caught that was such a turn on for me. I began moaning noisily as I played with myself by his bedside, and I would synch my moans with his snoring. Every time he made a sound I would moan more noisily. Sometimes I'd even whisper in his ear, saying things like, "Please wake up Karl, I need you to play with my wet pussy." Or, "If you wake up right now I will take your dick in my mouth, oh please wake up so I can taste you. Don't you want to see me naked again and touch me?"

Eventually I became ever bolder and even started touching him. His hands or arms at first, to see if that would wake him. It didn't. After that I often put my hand under his comforter and placed it ever so gently on his cock and softly began squeezing it as I continued to play with myself. Occasionally he would get an erection from this. Whenever his hand was near the edge of his bed, I would bend over and place my breasts in his open hand. Sometimes I could feel his hand involuntarily squeeze them a little. Or I would carefully grab him by his wrist and place his hand between my legs, carefully rubbing my pussy against it.

I'm sure at this point you're wondering whether he ever woke up. Well, yes he did. A number of times in fact but I was always quick to lie down on the floor, right next to his bed where he couldn't see me, and I would stay there, nervously excited, continuing to masturbate until he fell asleep again. Only one time was I not quick enough. As always I was naked. I was holding his hand between my legs and was gently trying to insert one of his fingers it into my pussy when he abruptly woke up. I remember him looking straight at me, mumbling "What are you doing?" Then he turned over and immediately fell asleep again. If he was aware of what I was doing I will never know. He certainly never mentioned it. And no, it didn't stop me from sneaking into his room at night.

I did this at least two or three times a week for months, until he moved out. I just never got tired of doing it.

Have I ever done this with anyone else? Yes, but that's another confession.

I have never told anyone about this, and confessing this here has been quite the turn on.

P.S.: To those who wish to try this themselves: People who snore don't wake up very easily while they're snoring, but they will when they're not. Also, the best time to do this seems to be between 2 and 3 AM. I guess we sleep more deeply during that time.

 

[prop69]

Awesome confession

When I was fourteen years old my parents rented out a spare bedroom in our house to a co-worker of my stepdad's. His name was Karl and he was from Germany.
I had recently discovered masturbation and had became obsessed with it. Shortly after Karl moved in with us he walked in on me in the bathroom as I was getting ready to take a shower. I had just gotten undressed when he came in. The lock on the door was broken and for whatever reason nobody ever fixed it. We were always supposed to knock before going into the bathroom. I guess Karl hadn't caught on to that, yet.

After that incident whenever I masturbated I thought about Karl staring at me in the nude. Just that. I wasn't fantasizing about having sex with him, just him staring at me. For some reason that was such a turn on for me.

Before too long the image of Karl seeing me naked was no longer a sufficient enough turn on, and I was looking for a way to up the ante. I still remember the first time I snuck out of my bedroom at night, my heart pounding in my chest with nervousness at what I was about to do. I walked up to Karl's bedroom door and put my ear against it to hear if he was snoring (he always snored when he slept). He was. Ever so quietly I opened his door and walked up to his bed. I watched him for a moment, then took off my clothes and masturbated right there in front of him. The orgasm I had that night was one of the most intense I've ever had. In fact so intense that after I went back to my room I couldn't fall asleep and within an hour went back to Karl's bedroom to do it again, as well I did the following night and the night after that.

After a few weeks, just being naked in his room, masturbating, was no longer as exciting as it was in the beginning, and I became more daring. I quickly caught on to the fact that Karl was a heavy sleeper and that I could get away with quite a bit without waking him. I realize now that it was the idea of getting caught that was such a turn on for me. I began moaning noisily as I played with myself by his bedside, and I would synch my moans with his snoring. Every time he made a sound I would moan more noisily. Sometimes I'd even whisper in his ear, saying things like, "Please wake up Karl, I need you to play with my wet pussy." Or, "If you wake up right now I will take your dick in my mouth, oh please wake up so I can taste you. Don't you want to see me naked again and touch me?"

Eventually I became ever bolder and even started touching him. His hands or arms at first, to see if that would wake him. It didn't. After that I often put my hand under his comforter and placed it ever so gently on his cock and softly began squeezing it as I continued to play with myself. Occasionally he would get an erection from this. Whenever his hand was near the edge of his bed, I would bend over and place my breasts in his open hand. Sometimes I could feel his hand involuntarily squeeze them a little. Or I would carefully grab him by his wrist and place his hand between my legs, carefully rubbing my pussy against it.

I'm sure at this point you're wondering whether he ever woke up. Well, yes he did. A number of times in fact but I was always quick to lie down on the floor, right next to his bed where he couldn't see me, and I would stay there, nervously excited, continuing to masturbate until he fell asleep again. Only one time was I not quick enough. As always I was naked. I was holding his hand between my legs and was gently trying to insert one of his fingers it into my pussy when he abruptly woke up. I remember him looking straight at me, mumbling "What are you doing?" Then he turned over and immediately fell asleep again. If he was aware of what I was doing I will never know. He certainly never mentioned it. And no, it didn't stop me from sneaking into his room at night.

I did this at least two or three times a week for over year, which is when he moved out, and I never got tired of doing it.

Have I ever done this with anyone else? Yes, but that's another confession.

I have never told anyone about this, and confessing this here has been quite the turn on.

P.S.: To those who wish to try this themselves: People who snore don't wake up very easily while they're snoring, but they will when they're not. Also, the best time to do this seems to be between 2 and 3 AM. I guess we sleep more deeply during that time.

Great confession. I think most young men dream of catching one of our sister's friends nude after changing or maybe even a cute cousin. Loved your story. I think young women and girls are far more aggressive about their sexual desires than 20-30 years ago. Certainly it was not discussed in public. Maybe only the Catholic Priests knew.

 

[prop69]

Could you

I confess that I'd love to have a threesome with Erin Andrews and Rachel Nicols.

Could you make it a foursome? I'll take sloopy seconds.

 

[coquettish]

ICT hitting myself with a bamboo stick one of the children found on the way home from the park, just swishing it in the air to hear the sound, then hitting the back of my thighs and butt while we walked home. I enjoyed it a little too much...

 

[ima6uldv8]

I confess that I heard the "Santa Baby" Christmas carol again today, probably for the last time this season. And it struck me that every time I hear it – every single time – I have truly nasty thoughts.

That was my ringtone this year

 

[ima6uldv8]

When I was fourteen years old my parents rented out a spare bedroom in our house to a co-worker of my stepdad's. His name was Karl and he was from Germany.
I had recently discovered masturbation and had became obsessed with it. Shortly after Karl moved in with us he walked in on me in the bathroom as I was getting ready to take a shower. I had just gotten undressed when he came in. The lock on the door was broken and for whatever reason nobody ever fixed it. We were always supposed to knock before going into the bathroom. I guess Karl hadn't caught on to that, yet.

After that incident whenever I masturbated I thought about Karl staring at me in the nude. Just that. I wasn't fantasizing about having sex with him, just him staring at me. For some reason that was such a turn on for me.

Before too long the image of Karl seeing me naked was no longer a sufficient enough turn on, and I was looking for a way to up the ante. I still remember the first time I snuck out of my bedroom at night, my heart pounding in my chest with nervousness at what I was about to do. I walked up to Karl's bedroom door and put my ear against it to hear if he was snoring (he always snored when he slept). He was. Ever so quietly I opened his door and walked up to his bed. I watched him for a moment, then took off my clothes and masturbated right there in front of him. The orgasm I had that night was one of the most intense I've ever had. In fact so intense that after I went back to my room I couldn't fall asleep and within an hour went back to Karl's bedroom to do it again, as well I did the following night and the night after that.

After a few weeks, just being naked in his room, masturbating, was no longer as exciting as it was in the beginning, and I became more daring. I quickly caught on to the fact that Karl was a heavy sleeper and that I could get away with quite a bit without waking him. I realize now that it was the idea of getting caught that was such a turn on for me. I began moaning noisily as I played with myself by his bedside, and I would synch my moans with his snoring. Every time he made a sound I would moan more noisily. Sometimes I'd even whisper in his ear, saying things like, "Please wake up Karl, I need you to play with my wet pussy." Or, "If you wake up right now I will take your dick in my mouth, oh please wake up so I can taste you. Don't you want to see me naked again and touch me?"

Eventually I became ever bolder and even started touching him. His hands or arms at first, to see if that would wake him. It didn't. After that I often put my hand under his comforter and placed it ever so gently on his cock and softly began squeezing it as I continued to play with myself. Occasionally he would get an erection from this. Whenever his hand was near the edge of his bed, I would bend over and place my breasts in his open hand. Sometimes I could feel his hand involuntarily squeeze them a little. Or I would carefully grab him by his wrist and place his hand between my legs, carefully rubbing my pussy against it.

I'm sure at this point you're wondering whether he ever woke up. Well, yes he did. A number of times in fact but I was always quick to lie down on the floor, right next to his bed where he couldn't see me, and I would stay there, nervously excited, continuing to masturbate until he fell asleep again. Only one time was I not quick enough. As always I was naked. I was holding his hand between my legs and was gently trying to insert one of his fingers it into my pussy when he abruptly woke up. I remember him looking straight at me, mumbling "What are you doing?" Then he turned over and immediately fell asleep again. If he was aware of what I was doing I will never know. He certainly never mentioned it. And no, it didn't stop me from sneaking into his room at night.

I did this at least two or three times a week for over year, which is when he moved out, and I never got tired of doing it.

Have I ever done this with anyone else? Yes, but that's another confession.

I have never told anyone about this, and confessing this here has been quite the turn on.

P.S.: To those who wish to try this themselves: People who snore don't wake up very easily while they're snoring, but they will when they're not. Also, the best time to do this seems to be between 2 and 3 AM. I guess we sleep more deeply during that time.

Wow! That's one of the hottest things I've read in a long time. You must stop by again soon. Thanks for sharing.