u/CinnamonsCharm

Last session. He'd been flirting for months, hands on my hips, my waist, "correcting form." I was getting married in two weeks. Should've stopped going.He had me against the mirror, leggings around my ankles, him bare inside me from behind. Made me put my hand on the glass, spread my fingers, watch my diamond catch the light while he fucked me slow and deep.Said "look at what you're giving up." Said "you're already mine." Made me cum with his hand over my mouth, watching my own face contort, the ring glaring at me.I still got married. But I see him twice a week. My husband thinks I'm dedicated to fitness. I am. Just not to him.

Truth or dare. Cousins, same age, grew up together. The dare was kiss. We laughed, did it quick, peck. Then he pulled me back, real kiss, tongue, hands on my waist. Everyone cheered. We ran.Found each other that night. Same cabin, separate rooms, but I slipped in at 2am. He was awake, waiting. We didn't talk. Just touched, explored, figured out what the other liked. He's gentle, then not, then gentle again. Knows my family, my history, makes me feel safe to be dirty.We fucked while his parents snored next door. I had to bury my face in his neck to stay quiet. Came three times, shaking, clawing his back. He finished on my stomach, wiped it off with his shirt, kissed me like I was precious.We're at different colleges. But every reunion, every holiday, we find a closet, a car, a bathroom. He has a girlfriend now. She doesn't know he texts me "miss you" after they fuck.

Parents married two years ago. He's 24, lives at home, arrogant, never paid attention to me. Thin walls in our house. I was loud, didn't care, thought everyone was asleep.Door opened. He stood there in gym shorts, hard, not even pretending to be subtle. Said "you're keeping me up" with this smirk. I should've screamed. Should've thrown something. I spread my legs wider under the blanket and said "then do something about it."He crossed the room in three steps. Pulled the blanket off. I was naked, wet, humiliated and desperate. He touched me like he owned me, two fingers rough and deep, watching my face. Called me a loud little slut while he made me cum in thirty seconds, hand over my mouth. Now he does it every night. Slips in, uses me, leaves. Parents think we're bonding. I'm disgusted with myself but I leave my door unlocked now.

I was failing. Not dumb, just overwhelmed. His office smelled like old books and coffee. I wore a tank top, no bra, kept leaning forward. He noticed. I noticed him notice.

I locked the door. He didn't stop me. I dropped to my knees between his desk and the window, anyone could walk by. He was already hard, straining against khakis. I pulled him out, thick and veiny, and took him deep. His hand gripped my hair, guided my head, these small thrusts into my throat while he tried to stay quiet.

He came fast. Bit his fist. I swallowed, wiped my mouth, stood up. He adjusted his glasses, couldn't look at me. I got an A on the final I never took.

I see him on campus now. He crosses the street to avoid me. I should feel guilty but I just get wet remembering his hand shaking as he typed my grade.

I have a boyfriend. Steady job, vanilla sex, the whole boring package. Company sent me to a conference alone, fancy hotel, and being anonymous in a strange city did something to me.Midnight, tenth floor bar. He was there silver hair, fifty maybe, wedding ring catching the light when he lifted his scotch. We talked about insomnia, how it feels different in hotels. His hand brushed my knee and I didn't move away

By 3am we were the only ones. He said "I have a room." I said "I can't wait that long." We were kissing against the bar, his stubble scratching my chin, his hands under my blazer. Bartender was in back. We had minutes. We stumbled to the elevator. He hit the emergency stop alarm screaming and pushed me against the mirror. Skirt up, panties shoved aside. I was soaked. He entered me standing, my leg around his waist, back hitting floor buttons. Fast, rough. He bit my neck hard. I felt him pulse inside me, raw, no condom, while the elevator screamed.Fixed my skirt. Rode to my floor in silence. He got off at seven. Boyfriend FaceTimed this morning. I answered from that bed, still smelling like stranger cum, told him I loved him.
I don't know who I am anymore...

I'm going to hell for this but I need to confess it somewhere before I explode. My best friend and I have been close since high school. Her older brother (M28) has always been hot but I never thought of him that way until recently. He moved back to town and has been staying at her place while he finds an apartment. Last Friday I came over for our usual movie night. She was in the kitchen making pasta while I went upstairs to use the bathroom. Her brother's door was open and he was changing. He saw me staring and didn't close the door. I should have walked away but I stepped inside instead. He pushed me onto her childhood bed, pulled my panties to the side, and fucked me raw right there. I had to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming. He came inside me knowing I'm not on birth control. I could hear my best friend calling my name from downstairs while he was still throbbing inside me. I pulled my skirt down, walked downstairs, and ate dinner with her like nothing happened. She has no idea her brother's cum was dripping down my thighs while we watched Netflix. He's texted me three times since asking when I'm coming over again. She's the only real friend I have and I betrayed her in the worst way possible. The sex was the best I've ever had and I want to do it again which makes me a garbage human being.