r/naughtyconfessions_

Ever since my divorce I’ve stopped pretending to be the “good girl.”

I’m 28, curvy single mom, and I’ve gotten really fucking addicted to gooning. There’s something so dirty about edging myself for hours, legs spread, dripping all over the sheets, while I know some guy is stroking his cock to me..

I love the slow teasing. The filthy talk. The soft little moans I try to keep quiet. And especially the part where we both stay right on the edge for as long as possible before we finally come together. I get so wet just thinking about someone on the other end, cock in hand, listening to me describe exactly how soaked my fingers are and how close I keep getting.

Mutual, long, nasty sessions where we tease each other, edge, and then explode at the same time… that shit ruins me in the best way. The dirtier the talk, the harder I drip.

Anyone else completely hooked on gooning and mutual play?

Got any filthy goon stories you wanna share?

I have found myself at midnight in a really horny predicament.

I have the option of fingering my clit myself, reading Reddit erotica/watching lesbian porn to slowly build up the intensity whilst massaging my tits to cum quietly on my own.

Or wake up my husband by playing with his cock to ride him hard, him suck my tits and cum down his cock while he breeds me

What do I do?

I absolutely love being naked, the thought of it makes me grow. Most of the time when I get out of the shower I don’t even put on clothes or anything, I just do whatever I want naked and it turns me on so much. It usually leads to masturbation because of how horny it makes me. Then I found out about cam sites like ome tv. There like crack, I’m addicted to it. I think part of it is having to really work to find a girl on there who wants to watch and or masturbate with you. On top of that, the praise you sometimes get it amazing. It feels so good for a hot woman tell you how nice your dick is and what she would do with/ to it. Just typing that sentence had me rock hard.

I had a free afternoon, no dog-walking jobs, apartment quiet as usual. Was on my pajamas and tv on mute, scrolling for a bit before my hand ended up down my shorts like it always does when I have too much time. I was already pretty far gone, fingers slick, legs open, not really paying attention to anything else.

I must not have heard the door. He has a key because he waters my plants when I’m gone overnight sometimes. Next thing I know he’s just standing there in the living room looking at me. I froze with my hand still between my legs. There was this long second where neither of us said anything.

I should’ve pulled my hand away and made a joke or told him to get out. Instead I just stared at him and kept breathing hard. He looked at my face, then down at where my hand was, and asked if I wanted him to leave.

I shook my head.

He walked over slowly, sat on the edge of the couch, and just watched me for a second longer. Then he reached down, moved my hand out of the way, and replaced it with his. His fingers were thicker than mine and he knew what he was doing. He rubbed my clit in tight circles while I stayed spread open for him, too far gone to be embarrassed. When he slid two fingers inside me I moaned out loud and didn’t try to stop it.

He kept his eyes on my face the whole time, working me steady and focused. Every time I got close he slowed down just enough to stretch it out, then picked it back up when I started squirming. I was gripping the couch cushion and pushing against his hand, completely shameless about how much I needed it. When I finally came it was hard enough that my thighs clamped around his wrist and I made this broken sound I didn’t know I could make.

He kept his fingers moving through it until I had to push his hand away because it was too sensitive. Then he just sat there while I caught my breath, my pajamas still pushed aside, the whole room quiet.

He didn’t try to do anything else. Didn’t ask for anything back. Just asked if I was okay, got me a glass of water, and stayed while I fixed my clothes. We ended up talking about normal stuff after like the atmosphere wasn’t still charged. Eventually he left and I stayed on the couch in the same pajamas, staring at the ceiling, feeling how wet I still was.

I keep replaying the exact moment he decided to stay and help instead of leaving. And how little I hesitated once he touched me. Already wondering what happens next time he uses that key. Part of me hopes I get caught again

I am obsessed with wanting to watch my husband suck and worship firm, beautiful boobs. I fantasize about it all the time and when we share porn I love seeing and hearing him tell me how much he likes other women’s tits.

I’ve been thinking about exactly what I’d do to you if you were here right now.
I’d start by pulling you against me and kissing you deep, slow at first, then harder, until you’re already breathing heavier. My hands would slide under your clothes, peeling them off piece by piece so I can feel every inch of your skin. I’d push you back onto the bed, spread your legs wide, and take my time kissing down your stomach until I’m between your thighs.
I’d start slow—long, flat strokes of my tongue from the bottom of your pussy all the way up over your clit, tasting how wet you already are. Then I’d focus on your clit, licking it in tight circles before sucking it into my mouth and working it with my tongue while I slide two fingers inside you. I’d curl them deep and keep a steady rhythm, fucking you with my fingers while I suck and lick, switching between soft and firm pressure until your hips are lifting off the bed. I’d keep going even when your thighs start trembling around my head, holding you open so I can bury my face deeper and keep eating you until you’re soaked and moaning, grinding against my mouth and begging me not to stop.
Only when you’re right on the edge would I pull back just enough to look up at you, then dive back in harder—sucking your clit, fingering you faster, until you come hard on my tongue.
Then I’d flip you over, pull your hips up, and bury my cock in you in one deep thrust while you’re still pulsing. I’d fuck you hard and steady, one hand gripping your waist, the other reaching around to rub your sensitive clit, filling you over and over until you’re shaking again.
I’d keep going until your legs are weak and you’re clenching around me, riding out every wave until you’re completely spent.
Then I’d roll you over, kiss you soft (so you can taste yourself on my lips), and stay inside you while you catch your breath