Little explanation is needed here ..these are confessions that are just plain gross. Maybe a poop accident, or a putrid pee story. Puking your guts out after binge ..you get the idea. No holds barred. If you or someone else got totally grossed out, we want to hear about it!

At Least What I Did Is Legal, But Still Distasteful

I was born overseas, to both overseas parents. I grew up for most of my school years in the US, but had to return when I turned 18. I did not like living in my birth country and let it be known that I would do whatever I needed to do to get back. Clean houses, or please a man.

A man who I met told me that he knew a man from the US who wanted a Latina for a wife. Older in his forties. If I was interested he would make the introductions. He came down, and I went out with him, he was very explicit, he wanted a woman and he didn't do woman's work. I said, no problem with me, I can clean and cook. I really didn't think through the rest.

We got married by law, not the church, and after several weeks I got a temporary residence card. After I got to the US I found out that he didn't only want a woman to clean and cook. It was AWUFUL. He forced his dick in my mouth, he forced his dick in my vagina, and he forced his dick in my butt. That way he had all three holes. He wanted sex, and he wanted to me to offer him sex, to show my tits, to spread my legs, all the things you see in porn. I couldn't, just could not on my own, show him my tits. Forget about spreading my legs. I got sex in my butt a lot because I wouldn't submit to him.

I have to wait two years for a permanent residence card. As soon as I could after I got here I had an IUD inserted in me. I work as a general clerk for this small business and the lady there helps me. I really thought I was gay, to be honest. I could not take sex from him. But he got sex, the apartment didn't have a place to hide.

I met this girl and she is gay and she opened her legs for me to go down. I couldn't do that. I opened my legs for my husband instead. I would rather get fucked than do that. But after the third try, I did go down and with my eyes closed and my mouth wet I tasted around and after a few minutes it was alright. I passed the test. She ate me out.

I am not gay. It is instead of. If you have to swallow a dick, or eat pussy, it's not a hard choice. When I get my permanent residence card I will have to decide. I'm scared that I will be used to him by then and not leave. It always happens like that.

  • Long Ago But I Still Get Upset Thinking About It

    Near the end of my junior year of high school two of my friends and I along with a chaperone traveled to a college campus to attend a journalism seminar for our school newspaper.
    One afternoon while there we had the rest of the day free. We went to the student union center where we met some college guys who invited us to go to a local swimming place on a nearby river. After some pleading with our chaperone she agreed to let us go for a couple of hours.
    As soon as we arrived at the River it was apparent they were interested in more than swimming. All three of us had lost our virginity buy our sophomore year so we paired up scattering up and down the river on blankets with a guy.
    I made it plain to the guy I was with that he would have to use a rubber if we did anything. Of course he had come prepared so we made out for a while then when the time came he put it on.
    Being with a college guy was different with us taking our time to enjoy the experience. As with high school guys I’d been with when it was apparent he was finishing I could feel him throbbing inside me but was more exciting.
    Then he said “sorry about that”. I was confused so I asked what about. When he said the rubber had broken I panicked shoving him off me. I had never had anyone come in me before and couldn’t believe the amount running out of me.
    Later I told my best friend what had happened. All of us had always been cautious about when we had sex and always with rubbers. Then she asked me where I was in my menstrual cycle. I thought for a minute then realized having that happen couldn’t have been at a worse time.
    I was a nervous wreck for the next couple of weeks waiting to see if I had gotten pregnant.
    Thankfully after a little scare when I was a couple of days late I got my regular visit.

    My Secret Condition

    After college I went traveling with a friend of mine to see the Andes.

    In Peru I got together with a local whore and caught AIDS. I wanted to kill myself.

    I am on medications, but my life is ruined.

  • The BBQ

    This happened a year after we started dating. We actually met at a cross fit class. She was a bit older but gorgeous. Very small 4 foot 9 115 lbs nice legs very nice round ass and a nice rack that seems to always be showing. Her face gorgeous eyes hazel great smile and her attitude amazing. Always smiling smelled amazing as you can see I was enamored with her. I’m tall half Hispanic half Italian good hair muscles always showing. I take pride in my body and firm what my friends say I’m also a very sought out bachelor. I’m a corporate layer for my father’s firm so I make good money. I am not a typical brat who got everything I wanted growing up. It was the total opposite a matter of fact. While most my friends where screwing around during the summers I was working for my dads good friend who owned a chain of burger drive ins. I hated that at first but I met a lot of cool people and being a teen and working at a drive in made for many many memories. I met my best friend there who to the day is still my best friend. Back to to the confession. I met Lynette during an even class I was actually talking to these other 2 women who had approached me. My best friend Drew was with me and was helping himself to chatting the women up. I walked away to grab my stuff and accidentally bumped into Lynette. That bump is what started this whole situation. From chatting to texting to heavy flirting. We flirted and chatted and did. Nothing for almost 4 months. We had kissed and stopped at that a few times. We felt like teens again is what she said. She was honest and told me she was married with 2 kids who where already in high school preparing for college. Twins she said very proud of them. Slowly pushing the issue of sex she started coming over after the kissing and touching. I could tell she was having some serious thoughts. She did that she had never though about being with anyone else other then her husband and she felt like she should leave and stop this. I told her that I really had feelings for her but would respect everything and we could go back to being friends as before. Lynnette then said that really wanted to take the next step but just then I kissed her and kept kissing her. That evening was our first time and we ran late. Sex was amazing her perfect little body laid on top of me face to face kissing me my dick softening inside her for the kissing getting hard again and she could feel it grow. She mentioned it feels amazing I can feel it growing inside me babe. From that moment on we where could and she showed me exactly how much she wanted to be with me and even telling me I was her would mate and how much she loves me. Then 6 months later the BBQ her husbands 50th birthday. There house a modest 4 2 in a decent neighborhood large backyard. She convinced me to go as one of her friends then said I could go as one of her nieces friends. I was nervous but showed up I saw Lynette as I walked up she stood with her husband i walked in with a large ground of people my age no one asking who I was. Just talked about Tonys birthday. I chatted with girls there lots of women’s there for sure lots asking who I was with. I made up some shit up friends of so and so. Lynette kept a close eye on me and for the first turned she should some jealousy which was what started the evening. The party was in the back yard so the area of the house with all the rooms was off limits. A couple of hours later the booze was flowing and this helped a lot. Lynette was in a summer dress short above the knee wore this for me. She waved over to me and I came. So many people no one saw us sneak into the hallway she kissed me and took me into her bedroom. I took what now belonged to me she told me over and over to take what was mine now. I did just that on all 4s brought her to a massive O pulled out and slid into her ass hand full of hair and pumped away back to her pussy another leg shaking O with a few whimpers. Still hand full of hair I’m goin to cum still hand full of hair I pull her hair down and shove my dick into her warm mouth and blow my load. I demanded she swallow it all. If you love me don’t spill a drop. She kicked into gear and did just that. Sweaty well fucked make up a mess mouth dirty I told her to walk out like that. In a daze she agree and back out we went. No one noticed the clean up was minimal just a napkin to wipe her mouth a bit as we walked by the table. Her husband walked up thanked his wife and gave Hera big kiss. Nice one on the mouth. She looked at me and gave me this look. I walked away pretending to be mad. The rest of the night she spent apologizing to me and even left with me. No one noticed she was gone dropped her off at 6 in the morning the next day. It’s been a solid 2 years she was caught eventually world turned upside down she moved in. Lots of stories like this to tell and even some pics and clips to share.

    Human Toilet Fetish

    A young man used to be my tenant some years ago. He was a working student and got in trouble once Covid caused closure of his store. Well, what can be said, I was in my late 50s, divorced, kids grown up and away, so I wanted to have some fun. My proposal was to repay me with his mouth, YKWIM.

    Anyways, he I brought my portable commode and planned for a surprise, he was supposed to service my bum with his tongue. So I did an enema just before going back into the room and came to sit and take my place on my throne, he was lying down on his back below. As he opened his mouth wide and started licking my bum, I relieved my guts. My dear God, all I heard were muffled screams and when I looked below, it was a sight that carries on forever - his mouth full of my brown waste, his whole head covered in it, smelling terribly. I planned to make him lick me clean after dropping my load, but he was way dirtier than my bum, so i just rubbed it with the toilet paper, tossed it upon him and walked away. The smell was unbearable so I left the place and wrote him a message to clean up the mess, blaming it for it.

    From that day on, he only serviced my clit and p**sy lips, no more bum play. Each time I saw his face, I recalled of that image and it was really awkward for both of us to even talk about anything. As soon as he got a new job and repaid me my money, he moved out, unfortunately.

    But the weirdest thing is that, years after that, there's a new tenant, a young student who just got into financial troubles after losing his job while working on a W&T visa and I'm imagining him doing me the same service. Somehow I wish to mark him with my waste, as disgusting as it is... I offered him to pay it with his tongue, but he's still thinking about my offer. This whole waiting period is making me feel alive and on my tip toes. I know I shouldn't be doing that or liking it because it's disgusting, but I can't get it out of my head of dropping my hot brown load all over his pretty face. I never thought about it before, but as I looked into this, I realized that I have developed a disgusting fetish after that accident I made in the past - a fantasy of making these people into my toilet slaves, as a way to exert my dominance over them while I sit on my porta potty throne.

  • Longest Dinner Ever

    Back when I was still married to my ex husband and messing around with my current boyfriend I had the worst dinner experience ever. I was seeing H for almost a year. We met at the gym he listened he asked how i was very friendly and very hot. Tall dark handsome kind great hair just perfect. I’d see women old and young flirt with him. Yet he always made it a point to give me priority when it came to his attention. I loved that it still makes me feel special. We had a connection I felt it and he did as well. He is an executive at some financial company and is loaded. I didn’t know that and honestly thought he was a clerk or something. So for me it was strictly at first an emotional and after a few months sexual relationship. To go along with being extremely sexy he was hung like a horse and the very first time I knew I loved him was the exact minute he penetrated me. We were in my car I mounted him face to face and I slowly sank down and by the time I hit the bottom I was shaking uncontrollably. That nigh i accidentally found out I was a squirter and pissed all over my back seat a few times. I knew he was the one and it was a matter of time before he just was going to take me and i was going to let him. Then there’s the anniversary dinner with my ex. The night that ended it all. We had a few friends and family at a Mexican restaurant for our anniversary. I was supposed to be there at 5:30 and had planned to get ready and be there. I was going to be with H that afternoon at his pace get ready there. So I grabbed my dress and makeup bad and went over to his place around noon. The ex told me we would ride together I missed that text react him back that I was running late and would meet him there. First red flag for him. Of course I was so high from multiple Os that I was just testing. He’d call but I didn’t answer and would text him I’m busy. 2nd red flag for him. H is hammering away he is like an energizer bunny just cums and cums and I ride suck swallow suck some more clean him up I’m sweaty make up a mess leaking from ass and kitten. The last money shot he gave me was across my face. It’s summer so it’s hot even with the ac. We fell asleep at some point and I’m woken up by a buzz from my phone. Shit 4 missed calls from the ex. Honestly I didn’t care I was done and relaxed. I looked at h and he was out he looked so sexy I crawled over and put my mouth around his cock. It grew and I climbed on to him. I’m only 5 foot tall 110 lbs nice fake boobs and a plump round ass. I was so hot and horny that when i fully lowered my self a wave of Os hit me hard and i juts kept grinding on his cock. Best feeling hammered me for a while again we are sweaty I look at the time after I squirted and it’s 5:35. Fuck the dinner and anniversary dinner. Shit I get up no time for a shower I wipe up as best as I can as I’m getting dressed H is behind me sliding a finger and kissing me he’s naked and rubbing his dick you n my back my dress a short over the knee I’m pancaking I can’t find my panties the dress I couldn’t wear a bra my tits are perky so I’m ok with that my I’m leaking and no panties. Make up on the car husband blowing me up I answer WTF where are you on my way worked out and fell asleep. I show up late about an hour as I walk in I’m greeted I smell and smell bad. Like what you ask like a women who had been fucked all afternoon sweated cummed on and fucked again. The wipes did nothing. Eventually my ex comes up to me and says you look and smell like you have been fucked all day. I sank back I worked out that was my excuse I worked out. He just have me this look. I sat down and during diner while sitting next to my husband he at one point reached down when no one was looking and slid a hand under my dress. Bingo a sweaty sticky mess no panties. He leans over and says we have to talk now. Stands up I follow him to the bar and we find a corner where he absolutely leans into me. On our anniversary I find out your cheating I denied everything he asked if I wanted to be here. In the moment I was scared and said yes. He was right at the bathroom I walked in to clean up a bit and I was rank. I smelled like a sweaty dick. At home he kicked me out I went to Hs and never looked back. I lost friends and family but gained a life soul mate. I have lots of amazing sex memories and Il slowly tell them if I’m not hated on.

    Treated Like A Whore

    It all started because I called him an asshole. He washed my mouth out with soap and made me apologize to him, Sir.

    Then he fucked me.

    The Biggest Danger We Face Is Bring A White Female And Young

    This is not political, it's a social commentary

    I met Christine in college and we became instant friends. When the opportunity came we moved in together. After graduation we moved to the big city for a job. We both got jobs pretty quick and we moved into a new complex. She had a car from college, so we used it to commute.

    On the way home from work one afternoon we were rear ended by a van. A man who was beside the van got out and ran over and told us to raise our windows, lock the doors and don't get out. What we saw was through the mirrors and turning our heads, the van driver had a machete in his hand, and the man was keeping his distance from him. Christine jumped out and sprayed the man with bear spray, but not before he cut her with the machete.

    The man, the one who told us to stay in the car, hit the van driver and stomped him on the throat, so he could render aid to Christine. The cut was deep, and he used his belt to apply a tourniquet before enlisting another driver to take us to an ER.

    Christine was charged with assaulting the man with bear spray, the good Samaritan for assault and battery. The van driver was released, never charged for wielding a deadly weapon at the other man.

    Christine and I gave up our jobs and moved. Our good Samaritan followed us after his lawyer got the charges dropped, and eventually married Christine. I married a 'bad ass' cop. We both have two children apiece.

    Don't think for a moment that what happened to that poor girl on the tram the other day was out of place. This has been going on for a long time. RIP young lady, those responsible for your death are the DAs and judges, and they are walking free.

    If I Could Start Over, But I Can't.

    Please bear with me, I'm telling you so others don't fall for what I did.

    I have good parents. My family is well to do. I wanted something so bad, I lied about it, to get to go. I was a lesbian kid, I had lots of emotional issues. I told my parents I wanted to go to the University of Washington to study child psychology. I wanted to go because it was a lesbian haven.

    After I got there I drank the Kool aid. I went off the deep end, sexually promiscuous, many partners. I disguised myself when I went home, kept my tattoos out of sight. My hair I wore a wig. Piercings I took out, I lied, smoked pot, and cigarettes. I said I was just a college kid. I eventually graduated with a degree in Social Work. And a minor in lesbian activism.

    I went to Oakland, and joined the movement. I got a minimum wage job working in the kitchen of a restaurant. A job another lesbian got for me. I lived in an apartment with five other lesbians, one bathroom, one bedroom, sleeping on the floor.

    I got sick, I coughed up blood and lost my job, the clinic said I had TB. That's when I called home. I weighed 118 pounds, was sick all over, my teeth were on the verge of falling out, I had a long standing vaginal infection prevalent amongst lesbians. And TB. I was hospitalized at a private clinic, for the TB treatment, for the vaginal infection which threatened my fertility. To gain wright. I was there three months until the TB was treated.

    A man, friend of the family, offered me an office job. After two weeks he had me tested, I read at sixth grade, math at sixth grade, I had to agree to reading and math remediation. I was on probation, not for behavior but because I couldn't read.

    Five years later I had gained thirty pounds, my infections had been cured, I had gone to a private school for reading remediation to pass the GED. My high school degree, my college degree were a joke, worthless. I had also trained as a safety inspector. The one with the clipboard. And I had remained abstinent from a sexual relationship.

    I lived at home. If my family had not been able to afford my treatment, I would have died homeless with TB.

    I fault the schools which lied to me, and the college which was even worse. They took my parents' money. I have stayed clean, I hope I can. I could not give a damn about the LGBTQ etc etc. My emotions are permanently scared. If I can afford it, I will move out. In the meantime I live at home in my growing up bedroom.

  • That Ass....

    There is a really cute younger women that works at the gas station down the road from my house and I had tried to get her to let me take her out for a while. She's something I've only enjoyed online and never in person, a big booty a Latina. Good size titties, fat ass, not overly ghetto Mexican but just the right amount of trashiness for a good time.

    It took a few months but finally she agreed. Had a few really good dates, nothing more than an enjoyable evening and some light making out. Fourth date was the one, I knew from the text we were fucking that night. So how could that be disgusting? Well the moment her face went into the pillow and she pushed her ass up at me I about went limp. This girl, even with a pristine shaved pussy had a forest in her ass crack, and a filthy stinking forest with particles of TP and shit spread throughout it. I fucked from behind until I couldn't take it any longer, flipper her over and just tried to finish as fast as possible.

    She seemed to really enjoy it and wants to do it again, but I've been really busy lately....