r/sluttyasianconfession

i met this guy online maybe a week ago and we'd been texting back and forth, he was getting bolder by the day and i was getting wetter by the day, and finally i just sent him my address like fuck it come over

he showed up and i had on this little white tank top with no bra and these sleep shorts that barely covered anything and i could see him clock me the second i opened the door, his eyes did this whole sweep down my body and back up, didn't even pretend not to look. i just smiled like hi and let him in and we sat on my couch for maybe four minutes before his hand was on my thigh and creeping higher and my brain was already gone

i tried to be a little chill about it but the second he kissed me i was climbing into his lap, full on grinding on him through his jeans, mouth on his neck, pulling at his shirt. he goes "ur actually slutty huh" real quiet against my ear and i just nodded into his neck like yeah obviously, ur just figuring this out

he had me on my back so fast my head spun. ripped my shorts off and just stared at me for a second before his fingers slid into me, and i was already so wet they went right in and he made this sound like he couldn't believe it. two fingers, then three, curling up into me until i was whimpering and grinding down on his hand. he pulled them out and licked them clean while looking right at me and i almost came just from that

then he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up and slid in from behind in one smooth push and i made a noise i don't even wanna describe, like a whimper that got cut off. he was big and i was so wet and the angle was perfect and i was already gone. he fucked me deep, slow at first, making me feel every single inch, then absolutely not slow. hand on the back of my neck pressing my face into the pillow, the other one gripping my hip so tight i still have little marks today

i kept clenching around him on purpose just to hear him swear and it was working, he was getting messy with it, hips snapping, growling against my ear about how tight i felt and how good i was being for him. i was so close so many times. like right there. and every time he'd slow down or change angles and pull me back from it on purpose. i was begging at one point, like actually begging, "please please please" muffled into the pillow, and he'd just chuckle and keep going at his own pace

and then he came in me. like full deep, held it there, didn't pull out, just groaned against my shoulder and stayed buried, and i felt every twitch and i felt it leak out around him while he was still inside. he stayed there a minute after just kissing my shoulder all sweet and i was lying with my face in the pillow trying to be cute about it but lowkey i had not finished and i was getting kinda mad about it

he stayed maybe twenty minutes after, kissed me, told me i was sweet, said he had work in the morning, and left. like a gentleman who just creampied me and bounced. iconic of him honestly

so obviously the second the door shut behind him i facetimed josie because who else am i gonna tell. i was still lying on my bed in just the tank top, no bottoms, his cum literally still inside me and slowly leaking down my thigh onto the sheets, and i told her every detail in one breathless ramble. her face was doing that thing where she's pretending to be scandalized but she's actually super into it and she goes "wait so he didn't even make u cum?" and i was like no he did not, and she got real quiet for a second and then goes "i'm coming over"

now listen. josie has done this for me before. like a few times. it's a thing we have. and the first time was kind of an accident but every time after has been very much on purpose. and she's told me before that the part she likes most is when there's already someone else's mess inside me when she gets there. like she is specifically into it. she said it once when she was tipsy, "the messier ur the more i wanna eat u" and i didn't forget it

she showed up like fifteen minutes later with the same energy as someone bringing soup to a sick friend except her eyes went straight between my legs the second she walked in. i hadn't moved. i was lying there exactly how he left me, tank top, no bottoms, thighs apart, cum still slowly working its way out of me and onto the sheet

she just stood there for a second looking at me and then goes "oh my god ur a fucking mess" with this huge smile, and started peeling her clothes off as she walked toward the bed. she crawled up between my legs and got comfortable and just looked for a long second and goes "he really did u dirty huh" and i was like yeah and she goes "well lucky me"

and then she just went for it. tongue flat, slow, dragging up through everything he left behind, and she actually moaned into me when she tasted it. like full on moaned. i felt it vibrate through me and i grabbed the sheets so hard my knuckles went white

she pulled back a little and her chin was already wet and shiny and she goes "u taste so fucking good like this" and i swear i clenched at the sound of her voice. then she goes "i love this so much. i love that some random guy came in u and now i get to clean u up. like that's so hot to me i can't even explain it" and dove back in

she licked me so slow, like she was savoring it, drinking him out of me on purpose, humming the whole time. she'd pull back to tell me how good i tasted, how much she loved this, dive back in. she kept saying "u feel that? that's still him. and i'm getting it all" and it was making my brain melt

she knows my body better than any guy ever has. she went straight for my clit, tongue flat, suction, two fingers curled exactly how i like, and every time her fingers pulled out a little they came back glistening with what was left of him and she kept making these noises like she was the one being fucked. she told me she could feel it still inside me and pushed her fingers deeper just to scoop more out and lick them clean and i swear i almost came right then

at one point she pulled her fingers out and held them up shiny and dripping and goes "look at this. u were so full" and put them in my mouth and made me taste him on her fingers and that was honestly the moment my brain shut off completely

i came so hard i kicked, i'm not proud, i bucked into her face and my legs were shaking and she just kept going through it, didn't slow down, until i was whining and pulling her hair to make her stop. and even then she gave me one more long slow lick like a goodbye

she crawled up next to me with her chin and lips still wet and shining and goes "better?" like the smuggest little thing on earth and i just laughed and pulled her into me and kissed her and i could taste both of us on her mouth and i didn't even care

we laid there after for like an hour. she was tracing little circles on my stomach and at one point she goes "u know that's like my favorite thing right. when ur already full when i get there" and i was like yeah i kinda figured and she goes "no like genuinely. it does something to me. i don't know how to explain it. u just look so used and pretty and i just wanna take care of u after"

i don't think she realized how hot that was to hear out loud. or maybe she did and that's why she said it

so yeah. got fucked, got filled, got rescued by my best friend who apparently has a thing about being second in line, slept like a baby. don't know what to do with this info but it happened and now u know

Me and my roommate had always flirted a little lingering eye contact, playful teasing, the kind of tension you pretend not to notice. One night after too many drinks and too much confidence, we crossed the line.

The problem was, absolutely nothing went the way either of us imagined. We were awkward from the start, bumping into furniture, knocking over a lamp, and trying way too hard to make things feel natural. At one point we both paused and just stared at each other because neither of us knew what we were doing anymore.

The chemistry we thought we had completely disappeared the second things became real. Instead of being hot and unforgettable, it turned into nervous laughter, silence, and a level of secondhand embarrassment I still cringe thinking about.

The next morning was even worse. We avoided eye contact in the kitchen, suddenly fascinated by our phones and cereal boxes. Eventually we laughed about it, but for weeks the apartment felt painfully awkward. Safe to say, we both agreed some fantasies are better left as fantasies.

I (22F, SG) have a problem. A very specific, very embarrassing problem. I get unhinged when a man is good at something. Like, stupidly turned on. We’re not talking ‘oh he’s cute’ we’re talking full-body shiver, thighs clenched, ‘why am I wet over a man explaining Excel macros’ level of betrayal.

Examples of things that have ruined me:

A guy fixing his bike with focused, grease-stained hands? Dead.

Some random dude at a café latte art-ing like he’s in a fucking espresso Olympics? Burial plot reserved.

My friend’s brother debugging code while muttering to himself? I had to leave the room.

A perfectly folded fitted sheet? I am not okay.

It’s not even about the skill itself it’s the confidence, the precision, the way their forehead scrunches when they’re in the zone. My brain short-circuits and suddenly I’m imagining them applying that same focus to me, and okay, no, we’re not going there

My friends don’t get it. They’re out here thirsting over abs and jawlines, and I’m in the group chat sending, “HE JUST REPAIRED A LEAKY FAUCET WITHOUT GOOGLING IT. I’M FERAL.” Am I broken? Is this a thing? Do other people have a ‘competence kink’ or am I just a degenerate with a skill-based porn category in my head?

Validate me. Roast me. Tell me your own weird turn-ons so I don’t feel like a lone psychopath. (And if you’re a guy who’s really good at anything carpentry, coding, folding laundry hit me up. For research.)

I have this private tutor (early 30s, super strict, that “I will destroy you if you don’t study” energy). At first, I was scared of him - until he started “rewarding” me for good scores. First, it was just a pat on the back. Then a lingering touch on my thigh when I got an A. Then, last week, I aced my midterms, and he “celebrated” by pushing me against his desk, hiking up my skirt, and eating me out while quizzing me on economics.

I came twice before he let me leave. Now I intentionally get questions wrong just so he’ll “teach me” again. …I should feel guilty. But my GPA has never been higher.

This past Sunday, there was a mysterious beeping in the kitchen. It took us like 30 minutes to find it and when we did it was the little display inside the fridge, flashing "H1". Well crap. So I know you all feel me when I say times are tight, a new fridge isn't in our budget, without having to dip into the emergency fund, and that's always a last resort.

Luckily, my husband, the awesome guy he is, knew what to do. He googled the code, read a bunch of articles and watched some videos and ordered the parts. Free shipping had them arriving yesterday.

Hubs gets home before, had a coffee and got to work. New parts in place, error code gone, just had to wait for it to cool down. Oh yeah, he changed the water filter too.

So by the time I got off work, picked up youngest daughter, took her to a after school thing and picked up dinner, it was almost 9:00 by the time I got home.

We chatted about odds and ends while he got up from his chair at the table and goes to the fridge, I hadn't asked but I knew if he didn't get it fixed, he would have said so

He opens the door, reaches in and hands me a glass of sweet tea. I could see what was almost frost on the glass. Ice cold, without ice. Thank God. Drinking down the glass, I headed for our bedroom. Stopping at the door, I turned and gave him the " well, what are you waiting for?" look.

By the time he got into the room I was already on my knees , top and bra off, gently rubbing the bra marks off my big tits. The cool air and my excitement had my pierced nipples on point and ready for attention.

Hubby's gym shorts and boxers didn't stand a chance as I stripped them down and leaned forward to catch the head of his cock in my mouth.

Now I hate to brag, but I give world class BJ's and I am one of those women who actually gets turned on sucking cock. So to say I went after him with a passion is no small statement.

He went from soft, to firm to hard to throbbing as I bobbed and sucked and licked. As soon as he was solid and pushing into my throat, I broke away to catch my breath and to lick his shaved ball sack. His big cock, slick with my spit, rubbed all over my face as I sucked one ball into my mouth, and then the other.

Swallowing hard, getting my mouth wet, I dove back onto his cock, going hard and fast, using my mouth to fuck his cock.

His hips started pumping in time to my head, pushing his big cock into my throat. I choked back a gag, got myself under control and swallowed again.

He gathered my hair up in his hands and I knew it was time to just hold still and take it. He started fucking my mouth, the head of his cock pushing into my throat. Spit and slobber dropped from my mouth, coating my big tits, running down between them down to my belly.

I smeared it around, rubbing it into my chest, teasing my hard nipples, while I moaned around his big cock.

I hear his deep voice say " fuck, your such a good cocksucker" and my pussy spit juice into the crotch of my panties.

He growls out, " gonna cum" cause he knows I like to hear it.

He shoves it all in my mouth, down my throat, my nose in his trimmed pubes, my chin on his balls. I feel his cock swell and throb.

The first solid stream of his cum went right down my throat into my belly, but this was a reward for him so I pulled away.

Taking his cock in my hand, I started jacking it as he emptied his ball all over my face. Stream after stream of thick cum painted my face like he was painting a fence. A stream went up the bridge of my nose, between my eyes, another on my cheek, then the other, one spurt even went into my eye. Luckily I knew it would happen and was able to close them first. As he ran dry , I sucked his cock back into my mouth, draining him completely.

He got over sensitive, and had to pull away.

Holding up my hand, one eye closed, he helped me to my feet and I went to wash my face.

I work as a DJ as a learning opportunity and tonight is my second night working. I kept hearing the crowd chanting.. “Asian cumslut” … I guess they are just drunk …

So, I live in hall, and this guy from two doors down (let’s call him J) and I have this… arrangement. Started after a drunk night at the hall BBQ - he carried me back to my room, one thing led to another, and now we “study” together a lot. The rule is: No feelings, no labels, just sex. But last week, he showed up at my door with bubble tea (my usual order, extra pearls), and I almost asked if we could make it official. Then he smirked and said, “Don’t get soft on me now,” and bent me over my desk. …I came so hard I forgot my own name. Fuck.
Now I’m stuck between “this is just fun” and “why does he remember my drink order?!” Someone talk me out of catching feelings.

We matched late at night and he invited me straight to his hotel. I told myself I’d only make out with him a bit and then leave… but the second he pulled me in and kissed me hard while grabbing my ass, I completely melted. My brain switched off and my pussy took over 😩

He fucked me like he owned me. He bent me over the bed, then against the desk, made me ride him while choking me with one hand and slapping my tits with the other. Every time I got loud he’d go harder. He flipped me around like I weighed nothing and pounded me in every position I can remember.

The most intense part was when he had me on all fours, pulling my hair hard and railing me deep from behind. He kept calling me his little Asian slut, his tight cumtoy, telling me how much better my pussy felt than anyone else. Then he leaned down and growled right in my ear, “Do guys back home fuck you this good?”

I couldn’t even answer properly I just moaned like a whore and came again all over his cock. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed that night. My legs were shaking so badly by the end.

He finally pulled out and covered my back and ass with so much cum. I just lay there face down, dripping and ruined, feeling so fucking used and satisfied.

Still one of the hottest nights

31 F Korean American. I grew up in an Asian heavy city, moved for college and married to a Korean American. Most of my friends are Asian. Born to immigrant parents I was raised with very traditional values and believe I relate to it and I'm proud of who I am. I do not conform to the Asian stereotypes of being feminine, submissive or shy. I am outspoken, social and hold my ground.

I work in a male dominant industry (law firm) and it's specially important for me to not come across as weak or dependent on my male coworkers. I am respected and I have grown quickly for my age among my peers. I do get the attention and blatant flirting at and outside of work and I immediately shut it down.

However, I struggle with the more senior and powerful men in my industry. Such men are always white. They are more composed, steady, speak with such authority and in a more appealing way that I know it blurs professional lines but also makes me listen. I have to then remind myself that they are also my peers or someone I want to aspire to be in the future.

Happy hours and non professional settings are more difficult. Turning down younger and men my age is easy. However, white men 10-20 years older are more patient, calculated and often have the courage to say what they think. I find it hard to stand up and challenge them or to immediately turn them down. Things like their smirk, their eyes, their scent are registered in my mind and makes me think of them. I do let them know that I am married and I always wear my wedding ring. Yet I cannot explain the attraction.

In my college and dating years I've been on dates with white men and could never connect and always preferred dating men with a similar background. Being attracted to white men older than me and powerful has only happened over the last year and half and it feels wrong and like I'm being a bad wife. My husband is a nice man and works in a different industry and someone who keeps to himself which I've always found cute. So the contradiction to what keeps me up at night is incredibly confusing.

So I decided to do something random and pretend i was out of town. I booked a nice hotel downtown for one night, told my friends I was going out of town for the weekend so nobody would check on me, and packed only the sluttiest things I own: a tight black mini dress that barely covers my ass, strappy heels, and nothing underneath. No bra, no panties, just bare skin.

I checked in around 7pm, took a long shower, lotioned up, did my makeup heavy, smoky eyes, red lips, and left my hair down (youve seen what i look like in my instagram).

Looking at myself in the mirror already had me wet. I slipped on the dress, felt how it clung to my body, and headed down to the hotel bar around 9:30pm pretending I was some out-of-town business traveler unwinding after a long day.

I sat at the bar, crossed my legs so the dress rode high on my thighs, and ordered a martini. My heart was pounding. I knew exactly what I was there for.

It didn’t take long. This tall, broad-shouldered guy in his mid-to-late 30s sat down a couple stools away. Nice watch, deep voice, confident. We started talking. I told him I was only in town for one night, flying out tomorrow, staying right upstairs. The lie made my pussy throb. Two drinks later his hand was on my thigh, sliding higher. By the third drink he leaned in close and asked if I wanted to continue this in his room.

I bit my lip, smiled, and said yes.

The second the door closed he had me pinned against it. His hands went straight under my dress, fingers sliding through my soaked, bare pussy. He groaned when he realized I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He spun me around, yanked the dress up over my hips, dropped to his knees and ate me from clit to asshole until I came hard, shaking against the door.

He stood up, pulled out his thick, heavy cock, rubbed it up and down my dripping slit, and pushed inside me raw in one long thrust. He fucked me hard right there against the door, hips slapping loud, one hand around my throat. It felt incredible, deep, rough, and exactly what I needed.

After a few minutes he pulled out, walked me to the bed, bent me over and shoved my face into the mattress. I thought he was going back into my pussy, but I felt the fat head of his cock pressing right against my asshole instead.

He pushed forward. I was so wet he was slick enough. It burned in the best way as he worked the head past my tight ring and slowly sank every inch inside me until his balls were against my pussy. Once he was balls-deep in my ass he started thrusting, long, deep strokes that made my whole body shake.

He rubbed my clit while pounding my ass and I came so hard I almost blacked out. That’s when he really went wild. He grabbed my hips and railed me fast and deep, grunting every time he bottomed out. I was moaning like a whore into the sheets.

Finally he buried himself as deep as possible and groaned loud. I felt his cock pulsing hard as he unloaded thick, hot ropes of cum straight into my ass. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pumping every drop deep inside me. When he pulled out, his cum immediately gushed out of my gaped hole and ran down over my pussy.

He flipped me onto my back, spread my legs, and slid back into my pussy while his load kept leaking from my ass. I came again instantly. We fucked one more round, me riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch his cum drip out every time I bounced before he pulled out and covered my asshole and lower back with the rest of his load.

I left his room around 2am on shaky legs, cum still slowly dripping out of my ass into my panties the whole walk back to my room. I was still sore and a little leaky. Still touching myself thinking about it.

Best decision I’ve made in a long time. No regrets. Just pure filthy fun.