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So I broke up with my now ex-Girlfriend a mounth ago. After 1 year of relationship because of multiple reasons. We stayed friend after that. Just we don't see each other as often.

Last Tuesday we were at a bar with some commun friends and Friends they also bring.

We were having fun and then my ex decided to get flirty with a guy. Personnally I couldn't care less. I'm judging her a bit for flirting when we only broke up a month ago. But I can't control her.

Personally, I was already quite tired, and with the alcohol, I preferred not to stay too long because I had to get home, even if it was at 15 minutes on foot.

> **Flash forward**

It's 2 am, I'm waked up by my phone buzzing next to my head. It's my ex. I fear a bit what's going to happen. But it's just her begging to let her and "her Friend" crash at my place. I give in not thinking she could bring him.

20 minutes later, I open the door and see my ex hugging the guy from the bar. She's clearly drunk. And when she's drunk she hug a lot. She tried to hug me for thanking me and I took a step back. She clearly didn't liked that but said nothing. She just pulled the guy inside my appartment. And she act like it's her home telling me to sleep on the couch while they sleep together in my bed. Honnestly, it's the better solution because I don't wanted to sleep with her or someone I don't know. And the couch isn't big ennough for two.

After the couch is ready for me to sleep, I lay but some noises come out of the room. I try to not listening but suddenly, I hear my ex moanning. And quickly I heard him moaning too. Not lound moan. Really little and muffled one like they tried to keep it but it's just too good. The more time passes, the less discreet they are, with more frequent moans. The sounds of the bed beneath them. My ex asking for another condom.

And me, I was on the couch, masturbating earing all this. I think that the fact that is was my ex who also took my virginity, made that my best masturbation session ever. My tip was red and hurt when they finished. My mind was so fuzzy. It was incredible !!!

I don’t really know where to post this - this is more of a humiliating confession than anything (and maybe this isn’t a deep or dark enough corner of reddit for this). My main kinks are piss, ddlg, and humiliation. I love pissing myself. I think actually, a lot of girls do but they won’t confess to it until someone else says it first. I’ve been sort of the sacrificial lamb in my friend group and I’ve spoken so highly about the experience that I’ve gotten basically/ all of my friends to do it too. I refuse to identify as an abdl or dl or anything of the sort because I think it’s too cringey and disgusting but I have always kind of craved being forced to participate in abdl or at least be forced to give a false confession under duress. Honestly I can’t even say it out loud. I can barely even type it because it’s so embarrassing, but I felt quite fixated on wanting to try it (at least by myself) because it feels so taboo. So, I have bought abdl specific diapers.

If anyone asks, I’d say I’ve only bought them once - just to try. But I’ve actually bought packs maybe 3 separate times now because I like how it feels to piss myself while wearing one. I have a small amount with all of the ddlg accessories that I have in a small box that I keep with my other toys but I keep my full stash under my bed. Usually if someone is coming over I’ll hide the small box better but the bigger box with the rest of my stash is always under my bed. I’ve been trying to come up with lies in case anyone is ever being nosey and finds it by mistake. I can’t even pretend to be incontinent or something innocuous because of how they look. The only excuse I can conjure is to throw someone else under the bus and pretend they’re not mine. Maybe I could pretend they’re from some type of sick bridesmaid hazing ritual or fucked up idea for a baby shower but I doubt anyone would actually buy that. No one has ever looked under my bed so far. I keep them on the side close to the wall so they’re had to be snooping on purpose honestly to find them.

Even though I’ve never used one in front of anyone else or with anyone else, I’ve thought about it about it for a while. While I was living on the west coast, I had plans to visit my hometown on the east coast; there was someone who I was really trying to work up the nerve to ask to help me fulfill my desires but there was no way that I could risk mailing diapers to any of my friends or family’s houses so I packed a few in my luggage. I was so blinded by being horny that I didn’t even think of going through TSA. I had only been on the west coast for a few months and I had basically just been getting high and masturbating in all of my free time. I’d go on dates but I wouldn’t let anyone actually touch me - partially because I had become so obsessed with watersports that I couldn’t cum without it and regular hookups felt like a waste of my time but I was too shy and ashamed to ask for what I actually wanted (from anyone except this one person on the east coast ig). I thought I had packed everything in my checked bag carefully but I didn’t have a scale and I’m pretty small so I was just guessing that if I could still pick my suitcase up then it was under 50 lbs. When I arrived at the airport my bag was 5 lbs over and they said I had to repack things. On one side of my bag I had my clothes, lingerie, sex toys, and diapers zipped privately and then on the other I had mostly stuffed animals. I opted to pull the stuffed animals out and I had to walk around with a giant (sentimental) teddy bear in my arms for the entire duration of my travel day. When I got my bag I couldn’t tell if it had been pulled and manually searched through or not. I shiver at the thought of being outed by TSA. I also had to find a place to hide them in the room I was staying in and then I realized if I did want to actually use one alone that I was going to have to be extremely sneaky while taking out the trash or if I wanted to bring them to the other person, I was going to have sneak them out of the house too.

After I went through all of that to bring them with me, I was still too nervous to actually tell the other person that I had brought them with me and there was no way for it to come up naturally. I’ve still never done it but I want it. Sometimes I think about just getting it over with or out of my system or something with a stranger (and then probably ghosting them lol). Literally any other kink is less humiliating to have - I would say I wish I had not bought the first pack but I had been fantasizing about it for a long time before I ever actually tried it. I wish I could either feel less embarrassed or transform my embarrassment into something hotter through humiliation. For now it’s sort of just stuck in my head. I still really love wetting myself when I masturbate and they’re unfortunately very convenient for clean up so I find myself going back to the box under my bed more often than I’d like to admit.

I never posted or used Reddit until last week I stumbled upon this kind of sub rwddits and I love it so I decided to also share a piece of my mind and post sth on here not quite a story but still sth I think I wanted to share

I (M18) have this fantasy I’ve been getting off to for a while where I get assigned to a collage dorm together with a girl (which obviously won’t ever happen) and you guessed it we end up getting down with each other and fucking all day also inviting others over for sex parties in our shared dorm

It always gets me messed in the head and I can’t stop but jerk off multiple😭😭 can anyone relate or is this weird

My boss is in her late 40s and she exhudes so much confidence and she knows how to have a good time too. She is living her dream as a founder and i am her first employee, helping her set up roots in the region. For context she is Canadian who fell in love with Motherland and decided to move here. A mutual friend from her previous job put us in contact as i had just finished my degree and looking for work.

The life she has built for herself is so inspiring, and i have noticed my admiration has also turned into a little crush.

When i masturbate, i think of her a lot. I imagine her sitting on my face, slapping my pussy, or tribbing my clit. I get wet when i am around her. I would submit to her if she let me and be her little whore.

I was off of work yesterday, and decided I wanted to edge all day. My outfit was just my underwear and a pair of pajamas shorts. I spend the day watching porn and chatting with people.

Normally when I masturbate, I just do your standard stroking and catching my cum in a towel. This time though I wanted to do something different.

So I started to rub my erect penis through my shorts. I’m rubbing, and the feeling of the cum getting closer and closer to releasing. Everything told me I should pull my penis out. I didn’t.

Kept rubbing until I couldn’t hold it back anymore. Felt my cock twitch four times. Each time shooting a fresh load into my underwear.

It felt so freeing to just let go like that and not care about where I ejaculated.

There was a cute nerd at the fraternity near my sorority. I made out with him on the dance floor one week then the next week I found him again and I was super horny as it had been hard that week to find availability to masturbate with so many people constantly around.
I went back to this guys shared study space and sat him on the couch. I straddled him with my dress pulled up to my waist and put his hands on my ass as we made out. He was hard, I was grinding my pussy on his bulge while we kissed and while my tongue was in his mouth he went “uhhh ahhuhhh” and shimmied around. He had clearly just orgasmed and then his pale face went blood red.
I was dripping wet and said don’t worry we can try again in a few minutes but he got me off of him and said he had an online assignment he had to finish and went to his desk to work on his computer. He put headphones on and then typed nonsense.
I started fingering myself… standing by him and tried kissing his neck but he was still staring at the screen. I just kept fingering myself while trying to get him to come back to the couch, I finally got him to kiss me and I rapidly fingered myself and moaned out as I came. He still looked super embarrassed, at this point I could see the huge wet spot by the tip of his bulge.
I got a major ick from the experience as he couldn’t sack up and play with me. I get that I might have pushed him past his comfort zone tho. Anyway I wiped my hands on his couch and then went back to the party. Grabbed my friend and we went somewhere else.

first off thank you to the redditor who told me about this

holy shit

I'm still twitching but it just felt like a wave of pleasure I couldn't even escape... after rubbing my head for a few minutes and just staring at ass high as shit I felt the waves coming on... normally I am just rubbing a bit below my head but today I held my shaft and cupped the head and rubbed in a circular motion... when I hit the right tempo I started feeling more precum and it became soaking wet... I just kept going and felt the contractions like I was going to bust starting but just liquid came out and I kept on going for a few minutes... on an unrelated note this has definitely happened during sex a few times because I have known I didn't bust but the woman I was with kept asking if I was sure because of all the precum

wow

anyways back to it

I often work from home. One time my regular jerk buddy came around one lunchtime on his break, just as I was putting some washing on. He spied my wife’s underwear in the laundry basket and I offered him a pair of knickers. He held them to his nose and inhaled deeply, the bulge in his pants already obvious. I grabbed another pair and did the same.

We knew he didn’t have long and In no time we were both naked, panties held to our faces and another pair in the other hand rubbing them on our erections.
The soft satin felt great on my cock so I stepped into them and slid them on. The thick outline of my shaft bulged in the tight fabric, the veins popping through the panties.
Excited, my mate did the same, and as we admired each others panty bulges we moved closer, pushing our panty cocks together.

Slowly we rocked our hips, the satin sliding up and down, our shafts pulsing gently. The sensation was incredible, dicks straining as our foreskins stretched. Dark stains of precum spread across our panties and we grabbed each others ass cheeks, humping faster. We were both flushed and panting and my mate declared he was going to cum.

I stepped back and pulled my panties down slightly at the front. I told him to aim at my dick and cum in my knickers.
He exploded at once. Thick strands of gloopy jizz squirted out hard onto my cock, spurt after spurt emptying into my panties, soaking messily into the fabric. He groaned as his dick twitched, the warm goo dribbling down pooling around my balls.
Gently I pulled the panties back up, feeling the cooling sperm stick to my skin, all gooey and wet around my dick. Soaked in his cum, my shaft became impossibly solid.
He wiped his glistening cock on another pair of knickers and admired the sight.
For once, I deliberately didn’t cum that time. Instead, after he left, I spent the afternoon in just the used wet panties, working from home in a state of perpetual arousal. I even made some zoom calls in them which felt deliciously naughty.

Holy fuck it’s been five days since I’ve played with my pussy because I’ve been on vacation with my family and as soon as I walked through my door my pussy is dripping wet. I’m pregnant and my pussy is swollen and my nipples are so sensitive. Omg I need this right now.

My nipples are so sensitive and it feels so good when I pinch my nipples inside of my car and rubbing my wet pussy, now I just need a cock inside me 💦🥵 Hopefully nobody sees me in my car

I am gifted with a very sensitive body. You would think that would mean men I've been with would appreciate it. They do not, not like they should. They get all excited and go too fast, leaving me unsatisfied and antsy.

I take my time with me. My hands on my neck, down my shoulders, brushing my nipples ever so slightly, making me shiver. Lower, down my stomach and off to the sides, lightly tickling down to my hips. Here, the grasp becomes more firm, sliding down the outside of my thighs, along the side of my lacy panties (what can I say, I feel sexy in sexy panties, and it adds to the tease of it all) and back around to the glory lands of the inner thigh - light brushing touches, full hand grabs, quick slaps to bring a little pink to the surface, sending sharp throbs thru my clit and wetness to my panties.

I hook one index finger into the crotch of them, feeling how soaked they are and shivering with anticipation. I dont go out of my way to touch myself directly - not yet - but I dont stop the inadvertant brushing of knuckles against the pool of cum at my opening. I slid my hooked finger up, running that knuckle up my slit, and it almost sends me over the edge. I pull the panties off slowly, relishing the way they feel running down my legs.

Whew ok so I'm actually gonna go do this. If you're so inclined, I would not mind suggestions on what to do next.

i'm so fucking wet right now like i just started touching myself thinking about this and i can't stop my fingers aren't enough anymore i need someone to fuck me i need to feel a cock in my mouth and in my tight pussy one of you better step up because i'm not gonna be able to stop myself i'm just a horny little slut who needs to feel a dick inside me like right now i can't wait anymore my nipples are so hard and my pussy is so wet and i'm just playing with myself thinking about someone fucking me and making me cum i need someone to fill me up and make me feel good i'm so ready for this i can't believe i'm actually doing this but i need it so bad anyone up for it my inbox is open and i'm ready to go i can't wait to feel a thick dick throbbing in my mouth and shooting its hot cum down my throat.

Today I remembered masturbating during a Teams class. It was a boring class and none of us were following we all had our webcams off so I picked up my phone and started reading a couple of hentai. At a certain point I move away from the PC and go to touch myself in the bathroom

Just found out today that I am 5 weeks pregnant. Of course I have mixed feelings about it but also can’t help but get wet at the thought of how sensitive and big my breasts and nipples will be and how good it would feel for someone to suck milk from my tits. Preferably while inside me or if a girl, while she rubs her clit on mine. I’m so wet while thinking about it but also scared out of my mind which is going to make my orgasm all the more exhilarating

They had been supposed to meet tonight.   

That was the problem. 

Not the only problem, obviously. Life had many problems. There were bills, endless work emails, short deadlines, that strange ache in her hip.  But today’s problem was that he couldn’t make it to see her tonight after all.  

She had been looking forward to tonight all week.  It was the reward for her patient, deliberate edging.  The release of the anticipation and flirtation they had been building to over text messages for days.  

It was the entry on the calendar that she had planned the week around.   

All week, she had been looking forward to their time together and he was never far from her thoughts. While she answered boring emails. While she stood making coffee (and practicing her kegels).  While she stood in the supermarket choosing snacks and dinner for them to enjoy after they had exhausted themselves.  

Tonight, had lurked in the background of it all, a naughty naked treat to enjoy together.  

She had not realised how much she had organised herself around it until the message came through saying he needed to cancel. 

She stared at the screen for a moment. 

Then put the phone face down on the desk. 

She read the message again. 

Sat back in her chair and let out a long breath. 

It wasn’t devastation. That would have been ridiculous. She was forty-eight, not seventeen. She had survived far worse than a postponed evening with a man she fancied. 

Still. 

Her body had not received the update. 

Her body had been building a rather large reserve of sexual energy for tonight.  

And now, the evening stretched ahead of her, suddenly empty. 

Which raised an immediate and surprisingly practical question. 

What exactly was she supposed to do with all this anticipation now? 

She picked up her phone. 

Opened the thread. 

Typed. 

Deleted. 

Typed again. 

Then, because subtlety had apparently left the building along with her modesty, she sent: 

So, where do we stand on my orgasm if we don’t meet tonight.  

She stared at the message after she sent it. 

Nothing said “emotionally regulated adult woman” quite like orgasm demands. 

His reply came a minute later. 

You can have one, but I want to see it. 

Permission granted. 

I'm going to cum now. Thank you. 

Before him, her arousal had often felt like an interruption. Something unruly. Something that kept appearing in the middle of the day like an inconvenient water leak.  It just kept drip, drip, dripping and nothing could stop it.  

But with him, it became something different, something with structure and intent.  

Good girl. I want you to make it a strong one, edge three times before you release it. 

She looked at the message again. 

There was a pulse of nervousness now alongside the desire. 

The request didn’t shock her exactly. They had talked about things before. Sent things before. Played with distance and anticipation and the strange intimacy of being seen through a screen. 

But there was something about the ease with which he seemed to understand her, her need for his permission, approval and instruction that made her want to please him. 

There were moments when the sensible part of her brain stood on the sidelines wearing a cardigan and asking whether everyone involved had perhaps lost perspective. 

But the rest of her loved it. 

Loved the certainty. 

Loved being told. 

Loved the feeling of handing over the responsibility, just for a while. 

She lay back against the pillows, breathing slowly, one hand still wrapped loosely around her phone. 

It was a full-body orgasm that rolled on and on. It was delicious and very strong. I’ve not had one of those on my own before. 

She reread the message after sending it and felt an unexpected flicker of shyness.  She had never been this explicit with someone in writing before and not with this much honesty. 

His reply arrived. 

This is why you must always edge. I want you to enjoy the anticipation, the ebb and flow of the orgasm as it comes almost within reach and then pull back.  The climax is always more satisfying when you’ve waited for it. 

She snorted softly. 

Of course he would turn it into a principle. 

There was something almost irritatingly calm about the way he spoke about pleasure. As if it were not the chaotic, inconvenient, life-disrupting thing she had been wrestling with for months, but a process.  

Something that could be learned, studies and practiced. 

She supposed he was probably right.  

She looked at the phone again, then sent: 

Post-orgasm me can’t believe I filmed it. A first! 

This time she blushed properly. 

Not because she regretted it. 

That was the startling thing. 

She didn’t regret it. 

During the moment itself, it had felt natural. Intense, yes. Vulnerable. But natural. As though recording herself had been a way of saying, Here. This is what you do to me, even when you aren’t here. 

But beneath the embarrassment there was also pride. 

Just a small, private sense of surprise at herself. 

She had done something new. 

And she had wanted to. 

His response softened something in her chest. 

I’m proud of you. I LOVE that you recorded yourself for me. I can’t wait to watch you later. 

She stared at the words longer than she needed to. 

Proud of you. 

It should not have landed as deeply as it did. 

She found herself staring at the message for far longer than was probably reasonable, rereading those three simple words and feeling something unexpectedly tender shift inside her. It was such an ordinary phrase when she really thought about it.  

Yet somehow, coming from him, it caught her completely off guard. 

Perhaps it was because there had been something unexpectedly vulnerable about what she had done. 

During the moment itself, filming had felt strangely natural, caught up in the heat of wanting him and wanting him to see her, wanting him to understand what he did to her even when he wasn’t physically there.  

But afterwards, with post-orgasm clarity and common sense returned wearing sensible shoes and mild concern, she had briefly wondered whether she had started to lose all perspective and modesty. 

Forty-eight years old and filming herself having an orgasm for a man she hadn’t known all that long. 

It sounded faintly ridiculous when she thought about it. 

Except he hadn’t made her feel ridiculous. 

Instead, there had simply been warmth in his response. Appreciation. A kind of quiet approval that somehow made her feel safer rather than exposed. 

He seemed to understand, instinctively, that she was still finding her feet inside all of this. Still surprising herself. Still trying to understand what it meant that desire had returned to her life with such startling force after so many quieter years. 

There were parts of herself she still felt awkward admitting out loud, wants that still made her blush, vulnerabilities she had not entirely worked out how to carry gracefully. 

Yet somehow, instead of making her feel self-conscious, he made her feel seen. 

Can I take a pass on edging the rest of this week please? pretty please.  Today was a little out of character and it was the anticipation of seeing you tonight that sent me over the edge today.  

I've kinda enjoyed a couple of horny free days.   

I've been really productive this week, the first time in ages.  And this is going to sound like such a weak excuse, but I wondered if it was partly because I've sort of parked all my horny waiting to see you. 

She reread the message and winced slightly. 

“Parked all my horny.” 

Not the sexiest sentence anyone has ever sent, she thought.  

Yet somehow, embarrassingly, also completely true. Because somewhere along the way, wanting him had become less frantic and more… seen.  

I love talking about masturbating while I’m masturbating. What I’m doing. What someone else is doing. Knowing people are on here masturbating at the same time makes it feel so good. Solely just talking about masturbating. Not role playing or anything overtly fantasizing. Just good old fashion chatting and rubbing.

oh god i can't believe i'm actually posting this i'm so fucking horny and i don't know what to do with myself anymore i've been touching myself for hours and it's just not enough i can feel how wet my pussy is like soaking wet and my fingers aren't even close to doing it for me anymore my nipples are so hard and perky and i can't stop playing with them it's driving me crazy i just need something more someone's actual cock to fuck my mouth and my pussy until i'm dripping and begging for more and you guys i don't even know why i'm posting this here but i just really fucking need it my asshole is twitching like i've never wanted something so bad i need to feel that cock pushing into my tight little hole and stretching me out i can't stop thinking about it i'm so embarrassed but i just need to get this out there i'm so ready for someone to fuck me senseless and fill me up with their hot cum

Mine happened when I was in school and I was rubbing it up and down my thigh. When the great feeling in my dick started to spread to my entire body THAT FEELING as my body locked up and, oh my god, ohh yes - that feeling became so intense, so beautiful- the joy of those precious seconds when nothing else mattered.

I struggle to put the feeling into words that do it justice. The pleasure of pure joy began to spread into my groin and then beyond as ropes of cum shot out of me like never before, nothing even close to that feeling.

I did know that I would be going after this feeling frequently- daily would often not be enough. It would be more important than eating, drinking or sleeping.
Can you guys or girls describe your own first masturbating orgasm?

So this is a follow up from my initial post.

Just to recap MIL 82yrs old stsys with us. She walked in on me bud naked and rock hard cock in my hand.

I tried to hide but could not. To my surprise she calmly said I was hoping to see this again and here it is.

She told me please dont hide it and carry on as if I am not here. This will stay our little secret. Blush ...

This is a question mostly for girls ig but for me it was by playing with toys and making my barbies sisscor and one thing lead to another now I still do!

But I genuenly dont know and doubt anyone actually had a hot time discovering it