r/EroticaConfessions

I’m 19, Chinese-Singaporean, still living with my parents. I’ve always been the quiet type good grades, tuition, never really dated much. But the past few months I’ve been getting really restless. Last Friday night after a long study session at the library I took the last train home. Carriage was almost empty. This guy sat across from me. Clean, good-looking, smelling faintly of cologne. Our eyes kept meeting. When the train pulled into a quieter stretch between stations he stood up, walked over and sat right next to me. His hand slowly slid onto my thigh under my skirt. I didn’t stop him. My heart was hammering so hard I thought the whole carriage could hear it. He leaned in and whispered, “You want this?” I just nodded. He pulled me into the corner by the door, pushed my panties to the side and slid two fingers into me. I was already soaked. Then he unzipped, lifted my leg, and pushed inside me right there. The train was still moving. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood trying not to moan. He fucked me slow and deep, one hand covering my mouth, the other gripping my ass. When he came he didn’t pull out. I felt every pulse. Hot and thick. I walked home with his cum leaking down my thighs under my skirt, still throbbing. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. Part of me feels dirty. Part of me wants it again. Anyone else ever done something this risky in public here?

Brooks was tall. Really tall. I literally had to tilt my head back just to look up at his face when we were both standing. I'm a pretty small and thin girl, and I love a good size difference because it makes me feel feminine.

We met at a party and really talked about nothing important. I asked him about what he did for work, and he asked me back. I just said "I make bad decisions mostly" and he laughed.

His hand was on my thigh under the table. I don't remember when that started exactly, but all of a sudden it was happening. One minute we were talking and then his hand was suddenly there and his thumb was moving in small circles and my cock was honestly getting kinda hard.

We left together. His apartment was close. We walked and he held my hand and I thought about how my hand looked so tiny in his and how small I felt next to him and how much I liked that feeling.

His apartment was clean and organized. He seemed well put together which I also liked. He closed the door and turned to me and I was already reaching for his belt. I wanted him.

"In a hurry?" he said.

"You have no idea." I said in a desperate little voice.

I got his jeans open finally and I pulled them down and. Okay. Wow. I don't know what else to even say. I was stunned. I always expect tall and big guys to be big down there, but this was on a whole new level.

He was big. Not like "oh that's bigger than average" big. Big big. Thick, long, only semi hard so farm, but still way bigger than most guys I have been with. When I wrapped my hand around him my fingers almost didn't even close all the way. Just the fingertips were touching. I just stood there looking at it and he was watching me look at it and i'm sure he has had this exact experience a bunch of times and he almost looked amused by it.

"Still want to stay?" he asked.

"Shut up." I said.

I got on my knees. I took his cock into my mouth as far as I could, which was not as far as I wanted lol, and he moaned softly and put his hand in my hair and pushed gently. I did my best to suck him with my mouth and my I used my hand to hopefully help and he was patient while I figured out how to manage the insane size of him.

"That's good," he said. Quiet. His placed his palm along my cheek while I sucked on him as best as I could. "Really good." he said.

I was hard too. My cock was pushing against my clothes and he noticed and reached down and pulled me up and kissed me and his hand went down to feel me through my clothes.

"Can I?" he asked.

"Please."

He undressed me. Carefully. Shirt first. Then my jeans. He paused when he saw me. I'm used to the pause. I'm used to guys feeling a little uncertain when they first see that I have a cock and small tits and hips that curve the way they do. Even if they already know i'm trans like he did, I think its just a bit of a shock to them to actually see it. Most of them get over it pretty fast. His hand wrapped around my cock and stroked me once, slow, and he said "You're beautiful" and I believed him.

He laid me on the bed after. We kissed for a long time. Just making out and feeling each other all over. His body was huge compared to mine, and I liked the weight of him and the way his cock pressed against my thigh. It was so big I could hardly get over it.

"I want to fuck you," he said against my mouth.

"Yes."

He was careful and slow which I def appreciated. He used a lot of lube and went slow and the stretch was. A lot. I felt every inch going into my ass and I grabbed the sheets hard and just breathed through it and he waited for me to adjust. He kept stopping to check my face and I kept saying "keep going" until he was all the way in and I felt so full I couldn't speak anymore.

He moved slow at first. Long strokes that made my whole body roll with the motion. His hand was on my hip and his mouth was on my neck and I was making sounds I have literally never made before.

"More" I said.

"Fuck me harder"

He went deeper. Harder. Each thrust hit me hard and I could feel everything throughout my whole body.

"Touch yourself," he said.

I reached between us and wrapped my hand around my own cock and stroked it while he fucked my tight little ass and the combination of both was so overwhelming I can't even describe it. He was so deep inside me and my hand was moving so fast at this point and I could feel it building up inside me.

I came first. Hard. My cock pulsed in my hand and I shot across my stomach and even all the way up to my face where some landed on my lips and cheek. He leaned down and kissed me and we passed back and forth the little drop of cum that had landed on my lips. He moaned into my mouth and fucked me harder and harder as we kissed.

"I'm close," he said.

"Don't stop."

He came with massive pulse. I felt him pulse inside me and his load was huge I could already tell. His orgasm went on for a while, way longer than most. He finally pulled out of me and instantly I felt a river of cum dripping out of my ass.

He laughed. I laughed. He handed me a towel and I cleaned up and we lay there for another hour just talking and his hand was on my stomach the whole time, and I just kept thinking about how big he was and how I knew this was gonna hurt the next day.

I felt it the next day. I felt it for two days actually. I texted him about it and he sent back a smiley face and I swear to fucking god I have never been so turned on by a smiley face in my life.

omg i just got home from the best night ever i met someone in a bar and we started talking and flirting and one thing led to another and before i knew it i was in his bedroom and he was using me like his personal fuck toy i've never been so turned on in my life his hands were all over me squeezing my tits playing with my hard nipples he pushed me down on the bed and i was so wet i could feel it soaking through my panties he pulled them off and started licking my pussy like he couldn't get enough of me i was moaning and begging him to fuck me harder and he did he made me cum so many times i lost count and now i'm home and i'm still so horny i can't stop thinking about how good it felt to be used like that one of you should come over and fuck me like that again i'm not wearing any panties right now my pussy is still so wet and i'm playing with myself but it's not enough i need someone to f

I need to confess this because I can't tell anyone in my life.

I'm 18, Singaporean, in my first year at a local uni. My parents earn okay but not enough for full uni fees plus living expenses. I work part-time but it's not enough. I was stressed, crying, looking at options online. Found a sugar dating site. Thought it was just dating with gifts. It's not. My first "date" was with a 45-year-old businessman. Dinner at a nice restaurant, then he asked if I wanted to "continue" at his hotel. I knew what that meant. I said yes because I needed the money.

He gave me $500 for that night. More than I earn in two weeks part-time. He was gentle, used protection, asked what I liked. It wasn't traumatic. Just... transactional. Now I have three "daddies." One sees me weekly, the others monthly. I earn enough to pay my fees, have nice things, not stress about money. My parents think I got a scholarship. My friends think I have a rich boyfriend.

The sex is fine. Sometimes good. They're experienced, patient, treat me well. But I feel like I'm performing a version of myself that's not real. Laughing at their jokes, pretending interest in their businesses, spreading my legs because the meter is running. I know I should stop. Get a normal job, struggle like everyone else. But the money is too easy. I've gotten used to not worrying about finances. I don't know who I'd be without this income.

I feel like a prostitute but I tell myself it's different because it's ongoing, because they care about me, because I'm not on the street. But isn't it the same? I'm selling my body either way.

I'm 18. I don't know what I'm doing. I just needed to tell someone the truth.

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.

i just did something crazy...i was out tonight getting wasted with some friends and we went to this dive bar where the guys are all rough and hot...i wore this tight black dress that barely covers my ass and my nipples were so hard all night...i kept rubbing my thighs together because my pussy was so wet...some guy came up to me and we started talking and he was all intense and i loved it...i told him i had to go and he said let me walk you to your car...but i didn't have a car there...so i just went with it...he took me to his car and it was all dark and private...i was so fucking horny and i couldn't take it anymore...i pulled him close and kissed him hard and i could feel his cock getting hard...i whispered in his ear that i needed him to fuck me right then and there...he didn't hesitate at all...he pushed me against the car and pulled my dress up and my ass was just hanging out...he

I used to work for an electrical construction company based at a workshop around 2 hours drive north of the Sydney, Australia. While our local workshop was based outside of the city the company's head office was in Sydney. This meant I had to travel to Sydney to visit head office from time to time for various reasons. Each trip was always for a day or two and I never had to spend long periods of time in Sydney but it was during one of thesetrips that I first met Sandy.

The reason I was down in head office was due to some issues with supplier invoices and went in search of the accounts department. I was introduced to Sandy who did accounts and payroll out of head office. I still remember the first time I met her. She had light brown hair, pulled back tight into single pony tail, a white blouse and black skirt running just below her knees. I could see the hint of a white bra beneath her blouse. I approached her while she was sitting at her desk with her back to me. She was a typical curvy, middle aged motherly type of woman. I called her name and she swivelled on her chair to face me. Her legs crossed, her stockings exposed until they disappeared up her thigh and under her skirt. I couldn't help but look. She quickly looked me up and down in a brief moment before she replied with "How can I help you".

She helped me with my problem and we had  brief work related chat. She made me laugh. As I left I made a joking remark about wanting to keep on her good side as she does the payroll and I like being paid. I went on my way not thinking twice about it.

Over the next 6 to 8 months, I made a point to say hello to Sandy each time I was down in Sydney. We got to know each other a little. She was mid 40s, married with 2 early teenage kids. Her husband was in the police and they had met each other at high school. Her life seemed to revolve around her kids and husband. We became close work colleagues but nothing more. Nothing particularly flirtatious at all.

Christmas came around and the company put on a party at head office. I travelled down and got on the beers. Sandy was there. She was getting drunk. I could see it coming so i tried to look after her as best i could. I kept her in the corner of my eye most of the night and chatted occasionally. The night went on and Sandy came to say she had to take her daughter to sport in the morning and was going home. I followed her outside to wait with her until her taxi arrived. She wasnt just tipsy, she was drunk and starting to slur her words. Then, out of nowhere she just opened up to me.

She told me that she was miserable in her marriage, she had grown to hate her husband and while she loved her kids they restricted her so much she had come to resent them. She put her head on my shoulder and just kept talking.  She eventuelly tried to kiss me but I batted her away and i just kept her talking until the taxi arrived. She was there for the taking but i didnt take advantage. She was in long light blue sundress with a slit on oneside but not overly revealing. The taxi arrived, I put her in the back seat and remember her legs parted as she fell into the back seat. I briefly saw her white cotton panties covering her cunt. She covered up and I closed the door and tapped the taxi roof as it drove away. Seeing her exposed like that was enough to get my cock excited and I knew then I wanted her.

I woke up the next morning, late. Hungover and regretting going into the city clubs after the work party. I checked my phone and had 2 unread messages both from Sandy. They read "I'm so sorry about last, I'm so embarrassed. Please forgive me!!" followed by "Can I please call you to explain and apologise?". I quickly replied telling her that she has nothing to apologise for but she can always call me any time for any reason. That day I nursed my hangover and barely left the house. I started to think about Sandy and what she would be like. My mind wandered. Tossing the idea of whether or not I should pursue her. I was hungover and my cock was hard. I started to stroke myself remembering her legs apart, her smooth white thighs and the crisp white fabric covering her cunt. Fuck I wanted to cum. I stroked my cock, eyes shut, just imagining her. I let my tension build until I was in a craze. I couldnt contain myself and text her back..."If you really are miserable in your marriage then I can give you what you're missing. I want you."...I set my phone down and let out a long moan as I shot ropes of fresh white cum over my stomach and chest thinking of where this was heading. I didn't get a reply.

A month or so went by until I got my next opportunity to visit head office again. It was early February and the heat was stifling. Sweltering. I did what i had to do and before I left popped my head into Sandys office to say hello. We went for a coffee at the cafe across the road. I walked behind her as we crossed the road my eyes fixed on her thick wide ass curving and fuckable. Her bare legs smoothly shaven disappearing up under a knee length black skirt. Her calves tight due to her black heeled shoes. We ordered and sat in the back facing each other across a small wooden table, close enough that our knees were touching. "I'm so sorry about the Christmas party" she started, covering her eyes in embarrassment. "Please don't be sorry, it was nice to know that you trust me enough to open up to me the way you did. I like knowing we can be open with each other" I replied...she was still visibly embarrassed.."you shouldn't have to deal with my problems"...when she was halfway through that sentence I ran my hand under the table up her calf to her knee. "Sandy I want you" I said directly and slowly slid my hand from just below her knee up her inner thigh. Her skin sticky and hot from the heat. Slowly edging my hand forward, looking her in the eye. She started to part her thighs, I felt the fabric of her skirt on my forearm as my finger reached the fabric of her panties. She grabbed my forearm pulling away. "Not here, not now. I'll text you." were her parting words as she got up and left to return to the office.

That night she text me "Saturday night, Penrith train station. I'll be arriving on the 8:10pm train, please be there to pick me up. I'll arrange a room." I shot straight back to her "wear a black dress, no panties. I'll be waiting". I was in a state of pure lust for the next two days, waiting for Saturday to come around. My chest tight and my mind racing with pure sexual energy. Saturday came and I drove to the station. I text her my car details and where I was parked. I waited. It was dark. I could see the train pull in. I waited. Then my passenger door opened and before I realised Sandy was sitting in my front passenger seat in a long black coat. We were both here for one thing and I badly needed my release from the build up from the days of anticipation. "Did you do what I asked?"...she didn't say a word and opened her coat to reveal a black slip dress. Thin shoulder straps and no bra. Her curves accentuated in the slim fitting shiny fabric, her large black coat hiding it from all to see. "Did you do everything I asked?" I reached over with my right hand to part her legs. I slid my hand up her left inner thigh. This time she willingly opened up for me, spreading her thick thighs nice and wide. I slid my hand until I felt her cunt. Her legs wide, I could run my finger up her slit, feeling her heat and wet. My god she was ready. With the tip of my finger starting to work into her I kissed her, open mouth and hard. She moaned and kissed me back harder, bucking her hips toward my fingers to get them inside her. Rather than finger her hole I started to work my fingers around her stiff little clit as we kissed. She was starting to squirm. Our kissing only broken by her moans. She quickly pulled away and told me to drive to the motel she had booked. We were still in the train station car park after all.

As I drove, she reached across and rubbed my cock through my jeans. Sandy was ready to fuck and so was I. The motel was only 5minute drive away, was cheap and practically empty. It was perfect. I got a key from reception, and soon we were soon the inside room. Stood at the end of the bed kissing, my tongue pushing hard and rough against hers. Her long jacket on the floor leaving her in only the slip black dress. Sandy was quite a  bit shorter than me, I bent my knees to get my right hand between her legs and under her dress. Her cunt was dripping. I slid my middle and ring finger inside her and began to grind into her pussy as she stood in front me. My fingers curled inside her to work against the front wall of her cunt. I started to finger fuck her. She stopped kissing and just held my head against her chest as I worked my fingers inside her, part moaning part screaming. She started to gush and I threw her on the bed.

She bounced on her back onto the bed, her dress rising up over her thighs. I pulled her to the end of the bed and spread her legs. She was on her back at the end of the bed and I dropped to my knees. I could see her smooth clean pussy. Not a hair in sight. She was visibly wet. Fuck I wanted to taste. I ran my tongue up her inner thigh straight to her perfect little pussy. Pushing the flat of my tongue against her clit I started to grind my tongue onto her. I could finally taste this woman and I loved it. I moaned as worked my tongue into her. She pulled the back of my head into her, bucking her hips against my face. I fucking loved it. She was close to her release and after I slipped my fingers back inside her with my tongue pushed hard against her clit she got her release. Tightening her thighs around me she bucked and moaned as her orgasm flowed through her. I let her recover for as long as it took me to get my clothes off.

Still on her back, I moved between her legs my body on hers. I kissed her to let her taste her cum from my tongue. My cock hard between her legs naturally finding her hole. I pulled away from kissing her so I could watch her face as I thrust my thick bare cock into her for the first time. Her eyes closed and her mouth open. She felt amazing. I started to fuck and was quickly ready to cum. I could feel my balls tighten wanting a release. She wrapped her legs around my back "Cum for me baby" is all she said as she looked me in the eyes. I locked onto her eyes and started to pound my thick hard cock into her. I let out a long moan as I pumped my fresh seed inside her fertile womb. Her pussy milking every drop from me. It was such a raw and natural feeling. Filling such a feminine woman with my cum without a thought for anything else outside this moment. I collapsed onto her, letting my cock go soft while still inside. 

I eventually slid my cock from her and I watched my fresh white cum seeping out of her messy cunt and seeping down her ass onto the bed. "I own you now" I said half jokingly as I gently played with her cum filled cunt. She felt herself with her left hand, feeling my cum seeping out of her and run down to her ass. The sight of the wedding ring on her finger playing with her cum filled cunt was incredibly hot. "You don't own me" she replied. "I let you fuck me but you don't own me". She sounded a little annoyed. Wanting to soften the mood a suggested we take a shower and clean up but she just said that she doesn't have much time and doesn't want to waste it.

She took her left hand to her mouth and sucked my cum off her fingers. My cock getting hard again as I watched "You're a dirty little thing aren't you" I said as moved alongside her on the bed. My right hand going to her messy cunt running my finger up and down her slit. "You have no idea" she replied. "Well I am about to find out just how dirty you are"...I slipped my 2 fingers inside her and pulled them back dragging my cum from inside her. I raised them to her mouth and she eagerly sucked them clean. "Good girl" I said returning my hand to her cunt. This time running my middle finger down to her ass hole. I applied some pressure against her tight hole to gauge her reaction but there was none. I slipped my finger into her ass. She didn't make a sound. "You are a dirty little slut aren't you" I said to her, looking her in the eye with my finger in her ass. "Just shut up and fuck me" she said. This triggered me and I just let loose. "I'll fuck you when I'm ready" I said.

I pulled my finger from her ass got ontop of her straddling her chest. I stroked my cock while my she sucked at my tight balls. "You love this cock you little slut" my balls dipping in and out of her mouth. I slapped my hard cock across her face, dipping the head of my cock in and out of her mouth. My knees pinning her arms to the bed, she was helpless. As she sucked my balls I reached around running a finger up her cum soaked slit. "Taste our cum" I told her as I wiped my fingers on my balls letting her suck them clean. "Thats it my little slut now I'm ready to fuck".

I got off her and rolled her flat on her stomach. This time I straddled the back of her thighs with her legs together as slid my cock between her thighs and easily found her wet hole. My cock was back inside her. Taking a fistful of hair from the back of her head I pushed her face into the pillow. "I own you now don't I. You're my little slut" I fucked her sopping cunt as aggressively as I could. She said nothing and just moaned. I could feel her legs kicking up and hitting me in the back. "Here I fucking cum" I yelled at her and buried my cock as deep inside as I could before I came. I rolled off her and lay beside her. Looking at her rosey sweaty face. We were both done.

She showered and called a taxi to take her to the train station as I lay on the bed starting to doze off...we didnt really speak and "Thankyou" was all she said as she kissed me and walked out the door. I got a text from her an hour or so later which I won't go into.

We had a couple more encounters and her husband eventually found out which is a whole other story.

Years ago when my wife was 26 we were out drinking and bar hopping. When most of the bars had closed we weren’t ready to stop yet so I brought up going to the strip club. My wife had gone to a strip club before but it had been a long time so she agreed to “check it out”. When we got there, there was a decent group of people but it wasn’t packed. We sat at a table until I convinced her to come up with me to the chairs around the stage. We went up there and a stripper played with her a little bit but nothing wild until an older woman and man came and sat next to us. My wife and his wife started talking and they were joking around and hit it off. They were probably late 40s early 50s but in decent shape and attractive. After a while my wife turns to me and says “she just asked me if I wanted to have sex with both of them”. Her and I laugh it off and they keep chatting. After a while my wife tells me she has to go pee so like most women, they got up and went together. The husband and I start talking and he’s a smooth talker but very nice and after a while he offers to pay for me to have a private dance. I’m drunk and horny so I agree. He gets a stripper and pays for 4 songs.

Later that night my wife breaks down and admits she has to tell me something. She says:

When her and the woman go to the bathroom they went into a stall together where that woman ate and figured my wife’s pussy. My wife sucked on her tits while the woman fingered her and brought her to a shaking orgasm. After that she offered again if my wife would suck her husband’s cock and that she’d make my wife orgasm again while she did. My wife drunk and still having orgasm brain, agreed.

Let me know if you want to know the rest.

For 10 years I encouraged my wife to cuck me without success and then something changed which transformed her in a Hotwife. 13 years ago she started going out with her recently divorced friend who was looking for some casual action and would be flirting with guys left, right and centre - this triggered something in my wife as she would get hit on as well and it was only at this point that she thought why the hell not seeing she knew I had a cuck fantasy. What transpired was a wild 2 years where she would go out with her friend every other weekend while I sat at home and looked after our son (and sometimes her friends son) while their mothers were out getting fucked by younger hot guys.

My wife told her friend that I was a cuck so that then gave her free rein to hook up with guys whenever the opportunity arose. The added dimension was that her friend would playfully tease me about being a cuck and would occasionally send me pics of my wife with a guy in a bar telling me that my wife would probably be late home and not to wait up!
I could never sleep and my wife would sometimes send me pics of herself just before she was about to get fucked or send me a text saying ‘Your slutty wife is going to be naughty again!’
My cock would be so hard and would leak so much precum thinking of my wife being a dirty little whore for another guy.
Whenever she got home I would be desperate to reclaim her!
She fucked 11 guys across those 2 years and played with a load more!
Her friend finally met someone and settled down but my wife continued to be a hotwife on and off over those 13 years and still is to this day. Whilst it’s not as frequent she knows she has a permanent hall pass and if the opportunity arises she will go for it. There are so many tales tell of her hotwife adventures I think I could write a book

I need to preface this by saying that this is something which happened a while ago and i'm only just writing about it now, but it is another one of my "firsts" so I figures you guys would all enjoy hearing about it.

His name is Julian and we had been hanging out for about a month, which for me is kind of a long time to spend with someone without something happening. But Julian was patient in a way that didn't feel like he was pressuring me, more like he was waiting to see what I wanted and adjusting to that. We had kissed a lot. Made out on his couch a bunch of times. Pretty intense make out sessions too. Tongue. Hands. Etc.

The night it finally happened, we were watching a movie. I was tucked against his side with his arm around me.

He kissed me and I kissed him back and it escalated faster than usual. His hand slid under my shirt and up my stomach and I felt myself getting tense and excited under his fingers. I wasn't pulling away, just reacting. He paused.

"Is this okay?"

I nodded, which was an understatement. I wanted this so bad. His hand moved higher and his thumb traced along the bottom edge of my bra, not going under it, just following the line. We decided we needed to go somewhere more private.

We ended up in his bedroom. I remember standing up and him leading me by the hand and guiding me into the room.

He laid me down on his bed and kissed me there, slower than before, his weight half on me and half on the mattress beside me. He took my shirt off and I let him do it. I felt exposed in a way that was terrifying and exciting. I was new to this. He looked at me and said "you're beautiful" and I know that sounds like a line but I felt my face get so hot that I turned it into the pillow.

He kissed my neck. My collarbone. The center of my chest. The dip between my ribs. And I was tracking his path downward with this growing awareness that I knew where he was going and I wanted it and I was also scared in a way I couldn't fully articulate.

He paused at my stomach, his lips just above the waistband of my jeans, and looked up at me.

"Can I?"

I couldn't speak. I nodded and then said "yes" because I thought the nod might not have been clear enough.

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down and I lifted my hips to help and there was this moment where I was lying on his bed in just my underwear and his face was level with my hips and I could feel his breath through the fabric and my whole body tensed up.

He kissed me through my underwear first. Just a soft, warm press of his lips against the cotton, right where I was most sensitive, and my hand flew to my mouth because the sound that came out of it was not intentional He did it again, slower, his mouth open slightly this time, and I felt the heat and the pressure and the slight dampness of his tongue and my hips moved against him.

"Can I take these off?" he asked against my skin.

"Yes" I said, and my voice was shaky.

He pulled them down and my pussy was completely exposed and I felt every nerve ending in my body tingle. He looked at me, just looked, and I wanted to close my legs and also never close them again. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then the other one, and I realized I was probably hornier than I ever had been before.

The first time his tongue touched me, directly, nothing in between, I stopped breathing.

It wasn't what I expected. I thought it would be good, obviously, that's the whole idea. But I didn't know it would feel like that. His tongue was soft and warm and slow, tracing from bottom to top. I knew he had done it before, but I was honestly surprised by how confident he was asking.

He found my clit. He found it and he stayed there, this gentle pressure, his tongue flat and moving in slow circles, and I couldn't keep still. My hips were grinding up toward his mouth and I was making sounds I couldn't stop myself from making. Little gasps and whimpers that came out on their own, that I couldn't have stopped even if I'd wanted to.

He put his hands on my thighs, kind of holding me down, and the feeling of his palms on my bare skin while his mouth worked was almost too much for me to handle. I was so wet. I could feel it. The slipperyness of it, the mess of it, and part of me was mortified and part of me didn't care at all because it felt so good that shame couldn't compete.

He added a finger into me and I gasped and he paused and looked up at me and I said "don't stop" before he could ask if I was okay. He pushed it deeper, curling it, and his tongue kept going, and I was spiraling out of control. The feeling built and built, this tightening in my core that spread outward through my thighs and my stomach and my chest until my whole body felt tense as hell.

I came while moaning his name. It came in waves. Not one sharp peak but these rolling, pulsing contractions that made my legs shake and my breath catch. His mouth stayed on me through all of it, gentler now, slower, easing me down, and I could hear myself making these soft, broken sounds that were somewhere between crying and moaning.

He pulled away when my body finally went limp and kissed his way back up my body until he reached my lips and I remember tasting myself on him. I actually really liked the taste. I was surprised by that.

He came back up and lay beside me and I curled into him and hid my face in his chest and he rubbed my back and neither of us said anything for a while.

"Was that okay?" he asked eventually.

"It was amazing" I told him.

I thought about reciprocating. I wanted to. But I was so overwhelmed and nervious that I just didn't, and he didn't ask.

I went home later that night and sat on the edge of my bed and touched my lips down there and I ended up playing with my vibrator that I had just recently gotten. I thought my vibrator was life changing when I first got it, but now I realize that I prefer the real thing. Its just better.

I texted him "thank you" at 2am and then immediately regretted it because who says thank you? But he replied with "Anytime" and a period at the end, just "Anytime" so I guess it was ok.

Anyways. There is another one of my first time stories for you. It is a special one to me so I hope you liked reading it.

His mouth stayed on my neck. Warm. Slow. The same husband I had been with for nine years, only now there was a new current under his hands.

I closed my eyes and let the thought sit. The room. The five of them. The way they had looked at me like I was something they wanted and could not touch. Ryan knew. He had always known. That was the part that made my skin hum.

"We should try to get some sleep" I said. Not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to keep the door open, not slam it.

"Yeah, we should get some sleep" he murmured against my skin.

But neither of us moved for a while. His arm stayed around me. My leg stayed pressed to his. The want was still there, folded under the blanket, waiting.

The next morning came slow. Light through the curtain. Ryan already up, coffee in the kitchen like always. Normal. Safe. Only now I knew the safe part had a door in it, and he had left it open on purpose.

I found him at the counter. He slid a mug toward me.

"You managed to sleep okay last night" he said.

"I slept some, but my thinking kept me up for a while" I said.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "You were thinking about them" he said.

"I was thinking about you and them" I said. "And what you said to me, that you liked it."

He set the cup down. "I meant every word of it" he said. "I aint scared of this, Sienna. I already told you that"

I held my mug and felt the heat through the ceramic. "Then we should talk about it before the next time they come over" I said.

He nodded once. "We will talk when you are ready for it" he said.

.................I was already ready for it.

That day moved quiet. I went to work, hands on backs and shoulders, sore again by the fifth client. But the soreness felt different now. Like my body knew something had shifted. Every time I thought of the living room, the warm thing low in my stomach came back, steady.

"You seem like you are somewhere else today" my last client said.

"I am just thinking about some things" I said.

At home that night, Ryan cooked. Simple thing. He hummed while he did it. Normal. Only now normal had a second layer, and we both knew it.

After dinner we sat on the couch. The same couch the guys had crowded a week before. He put his arm behind me.

"Next time they come over, you do whatever feels good to you" he said. "I aint gonna be mad about it. I already told you that."

I looked at him. "And if what feels good to me is not just them looking at me" I said.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled, that loose one from the night before.

"We will talk about that too" he said. "But I aint gonna lie to you, Sienna. The idea of it gets me hard"

My face went warm. Not from shame. From the same thing that had started it all, the night I heard them through the wall.

"I know you got hard" I said. "I felt you against me last night"

He laughed, soft. "Yeah, you felt exactly that" he said.

We left it there. Not finished. Just opened. The door was still there, and now we had both walked up to it.

I went to bed that night without the fear I had at the start. The compliments were still in my head, but they were not just voices through a wall anymore. They were a thing Ryan and I shared now. Something we built together, slow, without rushing it.

And I knew, the next time the doorbell rang, I wouldnt hide in the bedroom.

ok so this is gonna sound crazy but i just let some random guy i met at a party fuck me on his pool table like seriously who am i right i was so fucking wet when he pulled me over to him i couldn't even think straight ... his hands were in my hair and he was just pounding me and it was so fucking hot ... my nipples were so hard and my pussy was just dripping ... i was so loud i'm surprised the whole neighborhood didn't hear me but i couldn't help it he was just so deep and hitting all the right spots ... i came so hard i saw stars and now i'm just sitting here thinking about it and playing with myself but it's not the same ... my pussy is still so wet and needy and my fingers just aren't enough ... i don't even know what i'm doing posting this but maybe someone out there can help me out ... anyone up for a round two because i'm not done yet ... my inbox is open for anyone who wants to ta

I’m 19F Singaporean, still living at home. Last year I had a private math tutor, Mr. Tan, late 20s. One afternoon my parents were in the living room watching TV. I was in a short PE skirt. I opened my legs under the table and whispered he could touch. He fingered me until I came quietly. Next session my parents were out. He bent me over the kitchen counter, pulled my panties down and fucked me hard from behind, hand over my mouth. Came inside me. We did it a few more times after that. I always started it. Still get wet thinking about how close my parents were. That’s my confession.

I'm super petite (159cm, 44kg) and I dress pretty conservatively most of the time—Singapore heat means loose dresses, thin fabrics.

Here's my confession: I can't stop thinking about being touched in public places where no one would notice. On the crowded MRT, in a busy hawker centre, at the back of a cinema. Someone's hand sliding under my dress, knowing I can't make a sound or everyone will see.

The idea of having to keep my face neutral while someone's fingers are inside me, of making eye contact with strangers who have no idea, of being so small that I could be hidden against someone's body while they use me... it consumes me.

I'm so shy in real life but in my head I'm this secret slut who'd let someone own me in broad daylight. I get so wet just thinking about being told to be quiet, to be good, to not let anyone see what a whore I am while it's literally happening.

I feel like I need to confess this to someone because it's been building up for so long.

Not sharing names since this could ruin two marriages. Had to hide some of the details due to Group keyword filters. But I really enjoyed sharing this so thank you for reading without judging us.

I’m in my mid-40s, white, divorced a few years now. Still in decent shape. A while back me and three guys I’ve known for decades were hanging out after golf, bitching about how lame our bachelor parties had been. Nothing memorable. Just strip clubs and overpriced nights out.

Somehow we got on the subject of Kelly. Petite blonde we all used to have a thing for. Same jokes we’d made a hundred times before. That night I looked into it and found a petite blonde MILF escort in Dallas who looked enough like her that it was almost unfair. Mid-40s, still fit, still had that tight little body and the same face shape. I sent the photos around.

Everyone was in.

We pooled our money, rented a boring little Airbnb in a quiet Dallas suburb—nothing fancy, just a regular house on a regular street—and booked her for the whole night. Two of the guys are still married. One of us never got married. I was already divorced. She sent recent test results. We all did the same. Nobody wanted condoms if we could avoid them, but the married ones especially didn’t want any surprises.

She showed up in the cheerleader outfit. Tiny pleated skirt, crop top, ponytail. Looked like she’d walked straight out of the 90s. We sat around for a bit first going over the ground rules. No dick in her ass—fingers were fine. No finishing inside bare. Face, tits, ass, whatever else we wanted was open. She was clear and easy about it. The neighbors had no idea what the fuck was about to happen inside that quiet little house.

Then she stood up and started dancing. Slow at first. Skirt flipping just enough. We were all on the couch watching. Hands started reaching. Waist, thighs, under the skirt. She leaned in and kissed me, then the next guy, then the next, moving between us while four sets of hands worked her over. Crop top came off. Tits free. Skirt pushed down. Thong gone. Naked little blonde standing in the middle of us.

She dropped to her knees.

Took me first, mouth warm and wet, one hand on one guy’s cock, the other on another. Switched without being told. Sucked each of us in turn, spit running, eyes watering when she tried to take more of the thicker ones. At one point she had two cocks in her mouth at the same time, lips stretched, tongue working both heads while the other two waited with her hands on them. She didn’t rush. Just worked us like that until we were all fully hard and leaking.

She stood, bent over the arm of the couch, and pushed her ass back. One guy slid into her pussy while she took another in her mouth. The rest of us stayed close so she could stroke us. We rotated. New cock in her pussy, new one in her mouth, hands switching. She took all four of us that way. Loud the whole time—moaning around whatever was in her mouth every time someone bottomed out. We fingered her ass while we fucked her. One finger, then two. She pushed back on it but never let a dick near it.

When the first couple of us got close we pulled out. One load across her face and open mouth. Another on her tits. She stayed bent over and took it, smiling through the mess. The rest of us held off a little longer.

We took a break. A few minutes to catch our breath. One of the guys pushed her onto the couch, spread her legs, and went down on her. She came fast and hard, then squirted—clear and strong, soaking his face and the cushion. We all took turns after that. Each of us between her thighs until she came and squirted again. She was multi-orgasmic and loud as hell, pulling hair, shaking, not even trying to be quiet. The neighbors never heard a thing, or if they did they sure as hell didn’t knock.

That got a couple of us hard again.

One of the married guys asked if he could finish inside if he put a condom on. She said yes. So the ones who still had it in them did. Condoms on, taking turns, fucking until we finished in the rubber. She came on every one of us, still squirting a little around the cock.

Another break. One of the married guys had to leave. She walked him to the shower, got in with him, soaped him down, and dropped to her knees under the water. Sucked him clean one more time. He was too spent to come again. She still worked him until he was soft. He left looking satisfied and a little guilty.

The second married guy got the same treatment. She sucked him in the shower until he came down her throat this time, then rinsed off and kissed him at the door.

That left me and the last guy. Neither of us had anyone waiting at home. We took her into the bedroom. One-on-one. I went first—slow at the start, then harder, her legs over my shoulders. She came on my cock before I pulled out and finished on her tits.

Then he took her. I left them alone for a while. When I came back both of them looked wrecked and happy.

We all three ended up in the big bed. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up to the sound of skin and quiet moans. He was fucking her from behind, spooning her, slow and deep. She was half-asleep and still reaching for more—found my cock and pulled it to her mouth. I slid between her lips while he kept thrusting. We stayed like that for a few minutes until she came hard again, shaking and whimpering around me. He finished on her ass. I was already spent and just stayed in her mouth until she settled. Then we all passed back out tangled up.

Morning was quiet and sore. She was still in bed with us, hair messy, dried come on her skin. We each had her one more time—lazy morning fucks, her on top of me while he watched, then switching. She came for both of us again. After that she got up, took a long shower, put on regular clothes, and kissed us goodbye at the door.

Best night any of us had ever had. We’ve stayed in touch with her through a group chat that keeps the energy alive. It’s pretty clear she wants it again. We’ve already talked about booking her for another night, and she’s absolutely down!

This happened two weeks ago and I still feel wired every time I walk past that building.

I'm a uni student in Singapore, which means I spend half my life in libraries. The main branch at Bras Basah has those glass-walled study rooms on the upper floors—you know the ones. You can see out over the atrium, but if someone really looked, they could see in too.

I was there with a guy from my tutorial group. We'd been dancing around whatever this was for weeks. Study sessions that went too late, sitting too close, that charge when your knees touch under the table.

This time we booked a room for "group project work." Just us.

The thing about Singapore is everything is monitored. Cameras, security guards, the constant sense that you're being watched. You learn to be good. Proper. I've never done anything like this in my life.

But in that room, with the glass behind us and the whole library spread out below, he just looked at me. Didn't say anything. And I knew.

I turned my chair so I was facing away from the glass. He stayed where he was, watching my face. His hand under the table. My skirt hiked just enough.

I kept my eyes open. Watched people walking on the floor below, carrying their books, living their normal Tuesday afternoon lives. Nobody looked up. Nobody knew.

It took maybe three minutes. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. When I finished I just sat there, breathing, feeling my pulse in my throat.

He didn't even try to escalate. Just smiled, squeezed my hand, and we actually opened our laptops and did the work.

Now every time I see him in tutorial I feel it again—that secret, that split second where I was bad in the most public private space I know.

I want to do it again. I think I'm addicted to the risk.

Edit: Please don't message me asking which room. I'm not trying to get arrested.

oh my god i can’t believe i’m writing this but i just got back from the craziest fucking night of my life and i need to tell someone i’ve never been so wet in my life my pussy is literally still throbbing i’m so horny right now i can’t even think straight i’m sitting here playing with myself and it’s not even enough i need more i need one of you to fuck me so hard i can’t walk tomorrow i’m a small girl but i’m thick in all the right places my tits are big and perky with these hard pink nipples that anyone who’s ever touched them can’t get enough of i love when someone grabs my ass too it’s so round and soft but firm and i always make sure to keep my pussy smooth and clean so it’s all soft and wet for you guys i’m so fucking needy right now i can’t stop touching myself i’m rubbing my clit in slow circles and sliding my fingers in and out of my soaked pussy it feels so good but it’s not en

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.

I couldnt sleep.

Not after Saturday. Not after walking through that room and feeling all of them on me, like hands I couldnt see.

Ryan was already under, one arm flopped over my side of the blanket. He smelled like beer and his usual soap. Normal. Safe.

I should have been tired. Instead my skin was humming.

I turned on my side, facing him. Watched his chest rise and fall. Thought about Marco's voice. The one who called me nice. The one whose eyes dropped to my legs.

Then Ryan's eyes opened. Heavy, lazy.

"Are you still up" he mumbled.

"Im just thinking" I said.

"About what are you thinking about" he asked.

Not a question really. Just him, half asleep, inviting it.

I should have said work. Said nothing. But the words came out before I stopped them.

"I am thinking about you. And them. And tonight"

That woke him a little. He blinked, focused on my face.

"You are thinking about the guys" he said. "You liked them looking at you"

It wasnt a guess. He knew.

Instead.....I didnt deny it.

"I dont know" I said. "Maybe I did"

He smiled. Not the careful smile he used when something bothered him. A different one. Looser.

"Good" he said. "Because I liked it too"

I stared at him. The safe husband. The man Id been with nine years.

"You liked it" I said.

"I like watching them want you" he said. "It gets me going, Sienna. It always has"

Always has. The words sat between us.

He just didnt know.....the whole picture. But now he was handing me a piece of his.

"Since when did you feel this way" I said.

"Since the start maybe" he said. "The first time Marco called you hot, years ago, I got hard. I thought it was weird. Then I figured it out. You are mine. And they see it. That is something I like"

My stomach flipped. The warm thing from the living room came back, stronger.

"So you're not mad?" I asksed

"Mad" he laughed, quiettly "Babe. I am proud. They all want my wife and they cant have her. That is the best part."

Cant have her. He said it like a wall. Like the line.

"Then what happens now" I said. Quiet. Testing.

He paused. The lazy smile faded into something real.

"I dont know" he said. "But Im not scared of it. Not with you"

That was the door opening. Not a push. Just.....a yes waiting to happen.

He pulled me closer. His mouth found my neck. I let him, and under the want for Ryan, there was something else

And Ryan, moving on me, turned on by exactly that.

I closed my eyes. For the first time, the fantasy and the marriage were the same thing.

I'm posting this because I need to get it out. I'm 19, 158cm, tiny, always dressed conservatively—my parents' good daughter, my friends' sweet innocent friend.

But I have this secret. I can't stop fantasizing about being completely dominated by someone who sees right through the act. Someone who knows that being called a "good girl" makes me wet, who wants to break me down until I'm begging, who'd pin my tiny wrists with one hand and make me take it however they want.

I keep imagining being picked up easily, tossed around, told I'm just a little fucktoy who exists to please. The contrast gets me every time. In public I'm studying for exams and being polite. In my head I'm on my knees with a hand wrapped around my throat.

I feel like such a slut for thinking this but the more I try to push it away, the stronger it gets. I just needed to confess this somewhere.