u/CandleGleam

My parents are super traditional and strict - I'm 19 and still have a bedtime, can't close my door if I have a guy over (not that they'd allow it anyway), and they think I'm still a virgin because I wear modest clothes and get good grades.

What they don't know is that my boyfriend sneaks in through my window almost every weekend when they're asleep, and I've become his complete slut.

Last Saturday was the wildest. He climbed in at 2am, hard already from sexting me all night. I was wearing just a tank top and panties. He didn't even say hi - just pushed me onto my bed, pulled my panties down, and started fucking me right there. I had to bite my pillow to stay quiet. My parents' bedroom is literally next door and the walls are paper thin.

He was pounding me so hard the bed was creaking and I was terrified they'd wake up, which just made me wetter. Then he pulled out and straddled my chest, slapping his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and he started fucking my face, holding my hair, telling me to be a good girl and take it. I was drooling everywhere, mascara running, struggling not to gag too loud.

He came down my throat and I swallowed every drop like the obedient little slut I've become. Then he climbed back out the window and I fell asleep with his taste still in my mouth, my parents never knowing their "good daughter" had just been used like a fleshlight ten feet away from them.

I've never felt more alive. 🥵

I need to get this off my chest because I feel like I'm losing control of myself and I have no one to talk to about it.

I'm 19, still living with my parents in a typical HDB flat, and about two months ago I joined this random Telegram group for people interested in photography. There was this guy - older, probably late 20s, claimed to be a hobbyist photographer - who started messaging me privately. At first it was innocent, just talking about cameras and editing styles, but then he started complimenting me. Saying I had a "natural aesthetic" and "great bone structure" and that I should model.

I know how this sounds. I know. But I was flattered. No one had ever called me beautiful like that before. My boyfriend (ex now) never made me feel desirable. This guy made me feel like art.

It started with face shots. Then he asked for something "more artistic" - me in a tank top, wet hair, "candid" vibes. I sent them. He praised me so much I felt high. Then he wanted topless, "tasteful, like a Renaissance painting." I sent those too, covering my nipples with my hands, telling myself it was artistic.

Now I'm sending him everything. Full nudes. Videos of me touching myself. I wait for him to come online like an addict. When he calls me his "muse" and tells me how hard I make him, I feel more powerful and more pathetic than I've ever felt in my life.

The worst part? I don't even know his real name. He could be anyone. Anyone in Singapore could have those photos of me. My face is in them. If they leak, my life here is over. My parents would disown me. Everyone would know.

And yet I sent him another video last night. I don't know how to stop.

Okay so this happened last Saturday and I still can't believe I actually did it.

Me and my girlfriends went to Marquee (yes I know, basic, but we wanted to dance). I was wearing this tiny black dress that barely covered my ass and I was already a few drinks in when this guy started dancing behind me.

He was white, tall, probably like late 20s or early 30s? Not my usual type at all but the way he grabbed my hips and pulled me against him... fuck. I could feel how hard he was through his pants and I just got this rush of "I need to do something crazy tonight."

We barely spoke. Like literally maybe 10 words exchanged. He asked if I wanted to get some air and I said "bathroom" instead and pulled him toward the stalls.

I locked the door and immediately dropped to my knees. Didn't even think about it. Just unzipped him and started sucking. He was already so hard and he kept saying "fuck" under his breath and gripping my hair. I let him use my mouth however he wanted. I was so wet doing it, like embarrassingly wet. Just the filthiness of it - a complete stranger, music pounding outside, my friends probably wondering where I was.

He came in my mouth and I swallowed without even hesitating. Then I stood up, fixed my dress, and walked out. Didn't say goodbye. Didn't get his name. Nothing.

I found my friends and they were like "where were you??" and I just said "long line for the bathroom" with this huge secret smile on my face.

I've been masturbating to the memory every night since. I feel like such a slut and I genuinely don't care. I want to do it again.

That's my confession. 🙈

Okay I need to confess this somewhere because I can't tell anyone I actually know. I'm 19 now but this happened when I was 18, still in JC (junior college).

I had this math tutor, let's call him Mr. Tan. He was in his late 20s, not like old or anything, and he would come to my house for private tuition. My parents trusted him completely because he was from a reputable agency and had good credentials.

The thing is, he was actually kind of attractive? Like, he had this serious, focused energy when he taught, and he would lean in really close to explain problems, pointing at my worksheet. His arm would brush against mine. Little things.

I started... wanting him to touch me more. I don't know what came over me. I'd wear tank tops instead of my usual t-shirts. I'd lean forward so he could see down my shirt. I was so obvious looking back but at the time I thought I was being subtle.

One day we were sitting side by side at my desk and I "accidentally" dropped my pen. When I bent down to get it, I took longer than necessary, and when I sat back up my knee pressed against his thigh. He didn't move away. We kept working on the problem but his hand stayed on my lower back, just resting there.

Then he started doing this thing where he'd "correct my posture" - his hands on my shoulders, his thumbs brushing the sides of my neck. It was always under the guise of teaching. Always plausibly deniable. But I knew. And he knew I knew.

The last session before my A-levels, he was standing behind me looking at my work and his hand just... stayed on my waist. Slid lower. I didn't stop him. I was literally trembling. Nothing else happened - we didn't kiss, we didn't do anything overt - but that hour of him touching me while pretending to teach, while my parents were in the next room... I've never been more turned on in my life.

He stopped tutoring me after my exams and I never saw him again. Sometimes I wonder if he thinks about it too, or if I was just one of many students he "taught" that way. Part of me feels like I should feel violated or something but honestly? I initiated it. I wanted it. I still get off thinking about it.

That's my confession. Judge me if you want.

My sister is 18 years old and has a really cute boyfriend. She looks like me, but shorter she’s also less athletic looking which she’s always been jealous of. Whenever her boyfriend came to the house I would wear the shortest shorts I could find and the sheerest white top that I could without her yelling at me. He bf ALWAYS looked at me and blushed, but I had college and wasn’t around very often for a while.

On Christmas break I caught her sucking his dick in the living room because I came home early (ironically) from getting some dick of my own. I turned the corner and there they were, the slurping of cock prominent as his eyes met mine. My sisters found fumbled around and tried to run as her boyfriend pulled his pants up. He had a beautiful cock, no wonder they stayed together.

I giggled and said it wasn’t a problem, it’s not like I hadn’t seen a ton of dicks at college. I left him on the couch with his dick in his hand. I told my sister to go finish him off and some time later I heard them fucking the shit out of one another in her bedroom. I masturbated to them fucking, I have no shame.

Later on the break her bf was in the house and she needed to run out to get her birth control and a few other things and left him and I alone. I scooted over to him on the couch and we started talking about our sex lives, as young teens do (I was 19 at the time). I could see him getting hard in his sweatpants as I talked about fucking virgins and my teammates. So I innocently went to pat his lap and pretended to be shocked at his hard on.

“Did I cause that, or are you thinking about my sister?”

“Y-you.” he replied.

I smirked, and reached back to wrap my petite hand around his thick member. I jerked him slowly as he tried to tell me we shouldn’t, but I knew it was a lie.

“You’ve always wanted me over her, we both know it.”

He nodded slowly and I bent my body and took his clothed dick in my mouth, soaking the front of his pants with my saliva. I knew we had to be quick because my sister would walk in on us if I took my time with this kid.

I stood quickly and ordered him to take off his pants, I did the same and shoved him back on the couch. I straddled him and grabbed his bare cock, quickly sinking it into my pussy, which was wet with excitement from him cheating with me.

He moaned and his eyes rolled back, his hands loosely holding my hips as I began to ride him slowly.

“Who has a better pussy baby?” I whimpered, his fat cock impaling my tight hole.

“Y-you. Eva….”

“That’s right, fuck my bitch sister.”

I started riding him more vigorously, I could see why my sister loved this cock. She had told me his dick felt fantastic in her, and I could now second that opinion. I loaned on his cock as I thrust down over and over— it wasn’t my favorite position but I needed to be quick.

He threw me off of him and got me leaning over the couch, impaling me from behind with such ease that my legs quivered. He grasped my hips and thrust so hard that the sounds emanated through the house.

I cried his name out and my legs quivered as he fucked the living shit out of me, my pussy made wet sounds every time he thrust into me and I dropped my love juice all over the couch. Luckily it was leather.

“Hurry baby, cum in me.”

“Okay Evaaaa- Oh Oh shit!” He exclaimed.

As I felt his cum release into me, the warmth filling my fertile womb, I looked up to see my sister with her mouth wide open. My gaze meeting hers drew her out of it.

“Eva, what the FUCK!”

What ensued was a lot of yelling, me telling her it wasn’t his fault, so on.

They broke up and I fucked him a few more times that Christmas, and my sister didn’t talk to me until the following summer

A new, luxury gym opened near me (22F). I don’t frequently use the gym showers when I work out, but I glanced through it tonight and immediately thought “I need to get myself off in here.

It was a such a nice shower, but there were no doors, no curtains. Just a short wall semi blocking it off, so you could see all the women showering in there to some degree.

I grabbed a towel, stripped down and left my clothes in my locker, wrapped myself in my short little towel and walked back over to the showers. I turned it on and started lathering myself with soap and immediately felt my pussy getting so wet that I was out in the open for anyone there to see my tits and my pussy. After a few minutes I started letting the shower head tickle my pussy a bit, and started running my fingers across my clit. I felt so fucking naughty, and couldn’t stop myself. Eventually, I started fingering myself, breathing a bit harder with the warm water running down me. My nipples were so hard. I eventually came and had to lean against the shower wall to catch my breath. I finished rinsing off, wrapped myself back up in my little towel, and walked back with a little mischievous grin on my face.