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This category is for ALL things political. They say the only two things you never discuss around the dinner table are "religion" and "politics." That's good advise, but this isn't the dinner table! This is a designated SAFE place. Confess all your political options to the World right here. Don't worry, we'll most likely debate you back, but debate is good for the flow ideas now isn't it? Here's a hint! ..Don't be racist, misogynistic, homophobic (or whatever else the new offensive word of the day is today) and you won't have your confession removed.

- It's Political -
Straight Female / 29

Being The Favorite Has Its Rewards

This all happened before Covid and we all worked in the office. The owner and boss, his nickname was the 'old man', liked to look down blouses and pat our behinds. If you didn't get your ass patted it meant he didn't like you. Of course this was a small office, don't think I worked at a major corporations with all kind of rules. If you wanted your ass patted or a quick hug you wore tight pants, with a tight crotch. One of his favorite things was for you to stand beside his chair with a tight pair of pants on. He liked me.

One day I wore a dress to work, in a business like that a dress was way out of the norm. Women wore pants, and some of us wore tight pants with heels, but pants not dresses. But I had bought a pair red heels and I wanted to wear them and they went best with a dress. The dress meant that he didn't have my butt to pat and there was no crotch to stare at. Beside his desk, that's where we had to stand when we went to see him I could see that he missed my tight pants. I slowly, and I mean slowly, lifted my dress until he could see my panties. He told me to pull my panties down and do it again.

I got my panties half way down my thighs and lifted my dress again, slowly, really slowly until he could see what he wanted to see. I could see that he was arranging his pants, his dick was hard and caught in his pants. So I asked him if he wanted Mommy to fix his dick. That' his nickname for me. I got down on my knees, his favorite position, and I worked his pants open and got on his dick and gave him the love he wanted. I'm pretty good at it, he taught me well.

After that day the dress code changed for women, dresses, skirts, anything that let him look up and find a pair of white or pink or orange panties. An added bonus is that when we stood beside his desk he put his hand up the back of our thigh and squeezed a handful. We had to have a code, and if it wasn't appropriate for him to be getting his hand up our legs we wore pants.

As his favorite, it was part of my duty to make sure he got enough so he wasn't chasing some girl down on the plant floor. Covid caused us to shut down for nine months. He had to let go of most of the staff, but he kept me. When I went to his house to help with some paperwork that still needed to be done for the government loans I wore nice everyday clothes. I had to sneak a kiss or a grope and once in a while his wife was out and I went over to take care of his needs.

We are back open now, but not everyone is working at the office. The old atmosphere is gone, we are back to pants and careful pats on the ass, but with new hires things are really toned down. And we have this one woman in accounts payable who is all fired up about women's rights and firing her is not so easy, she should never have been hired.

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# 54866 - by Karen / November 14, 2021
    • - It's Political -
    Straight Male / 32

    Feeling A Bit Of Guilt About Using This Girl

    What's hot? Attractive? Is it in the eye of the beholder?

    For example, I have a Latina Accounts Payable clerk on my staff, 27. Stocky, 5' 6", 145 ponds of muscle. She works out, runs. Keeps a well groomed pubic zone. Labia well behaved, no hanging Chad's, perfect pussy. Nice ass, nice tits. I have always liked brown girls, I spent a few years in Latina America.

    Now the reality. Not much between the ears. No intellect. GED. Forget a conversation.

    So is this only a fuck doll situation? Use her and put her back on the shelf? in the sack she is in my top three fucks. But she is at the bottom of the intellectual ladder. It is really a case of keep your mouth shut and your legs open.

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    # 54501 - by Pat / October 28, 2021
    - It's Political -
    Straight Male / 53

    I Won This Woman In A Poker Game, I'll Keep Her If She Gets Pregnant

    Ten years ago I won a woman in a poker game. Her husband had lost a lot of money to me, and I offered him a deal, double the money if you win, your wife if you lose. He lost again.

    We went to his house and he told his wife he had lost her at poker and I had won her. We packed a bag for her and I took her with me. That night I 'consummated' the arrangement. She was upset but resigned.

    She had never seen him again, she lives with me and has been a good 'wife'. I hired a lawyer to get her divorce, which he signed without comment. She is 33 and I told her to go ahead and have a kid if she wants, a woman shouldn't go through life without children. I really believe that.

    I had a wife once, back when I was young. She was not for me. She was then a woman with issues and she is now a woman with issues. I'm relieved that she never go pregnant.

    If this woman goes ahead and gets pregnant I decided I will marry her legally, she's served me well for ten years already, I've told her, it's the carrot, push some babies out and she gets the ring and the house.

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    # 54339 - by Just another Joe / October 19, 2021
    • - It's Political -
    Straight Female / 25

    Sometimes There Is No Turning Back, Once You Get On The Train

    I sat across from him. He asked again, 'make me happy, and I will take care of you'. I thought he was asking me for sex. He was asking a whole lot more. Much more than I was able to give him. I offered him sex, he could teach me. He stood, walked over to me, lifted my face holding my chin. "Think about it, it's time for you to grow up'.

    I was 21, I had just finished college. I wasn't ready for a lifetime commitment, to a man. Not yet. I had 'plans', going to Europe maybe, maybe a graduate degree. I thought about it for several days. Pros and cons. In the end I reluctantly agreed to 'make him happy'.

    Sex was way down the line, not off the board, but way down the list. A man like him, a girl like me. Not unheard of. But not the norm. But when the day came, when I was all dressed up, when I stood at the top of the stairs, when the music started I turned cold inside, got goose bumps, everyone looking at me. 'Turn now, go back' my head said.

    My feet went the other way. Without the video I would have said 'I didn't agree to that', but I did. I answered yes to every question the Minister asked. I woke up in a hotel, after a party, and a drive down town. The sex part had happened, I think so anyway. But I woke up to his words ringing in my ears 'now you can make me happy'.

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    # 54091 - by Bea / October 6, 2021
    - It's Political -
    Straight Female / 28

    I'm The Girl Friend,

    On one hand I can argue that he seduced me because of my age, because he was rich, because he was a lot older. On the other hand I can argue that his kiss, his grope of my ass, got me hot and I gave myself to him. I was just 16, poor, and he was 28, rich.

    In our State 16 was the age of consent. I got screwed, that was about it. On the carpet, in the living area of the trailer I lived with my mother. I had a job at the mall in the food court after school and he talked me up. He gave me a ride home, my mother worked nights and he had me all night long. Yeah, I liked it, why wouldn't I. I'm Mexican but red blooded Mexican and everyone knows Mexicans are hot.

    My mother told me to be careful, if he got me pregnant he wasn't going to marry me. Too young and Mexican. But have fun, he could buy me things.

    From 16 until I was 25 I was his girlfriend in the trailer park. His expensive car parked all night until my mother came home. High school, then business school, then working at the light company. He did buy me things, but not a ring. He bought a ring for this younger girl when she graduated from college. I got earrings, clothes, a TV, and a couch. She got the ring, a house, a car, clothes and lots of real j*welry.

    I broke up when he married her. But he didn't, sleeps with me more nights than he sleeps with her. She's his wife, I'm his girlfriend. If I wasn't Mexican he would have married me, but I'm Mexican so I'm his girlfriend.

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    # 53912 - by Beatriz / September 27, 2021
    • - It's Political -
    Gay Male / 22

    Is It Transphobic?

    basically im a gay dude who has no issues on dating or fucking trans guys. in fact, i even consider some trans guys to be really fucking hot an attractive.
    however, I've noticed that the only type of trans men that I can be attracted to are those who look somewhat masculine (not necessarily herculean-like, but at least those who could pass as cis guys) and who have transitioned. I'm not really attracted in those who are either not transitioning or are just getting started.
    I'd like to know whether you guys think it's transphobic or not since I've talked about it with plenty other people as well and I've gotten pretty varied responses. obviously that doesn't mean I'm gonna change who I'm attracted to since I can't :p I'd just like to know whether you'd think that's transphobic or not

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    # 53714 - by Whatevergoes / September 16, 2021
    - It's Political -
    Straight Female / 34

    You Have To Play The Ace In Your Hand When You Are Holding The Ace

    I suppose this is politically incorrect. Back when I was 22 I had a job for Brand X, a large multinational firm and I worked in the Logistics department as a trainee. My boss was a gay man, well hidden, but gay. Mid fifties, never married, wore better clothes than any woman, and his desk was clean as a whistle. Nothing like all the other men in company. We became friends, me being a girl and he being an old gay man. He took me under his wing.

    Then there was this tenth year lunch for this woman that worked in our department. Ten years was the first milestone that was celebrated with the 'brass'. (I should confess that I had no idea what the 'brass' was much less who the 'brass' was). I went with my boss in his car, a really clean Cadillac. It was my first ride in a Cadillac. I noticed that he had this diamond ring on his pinky finger. He usually didn't wear it and I asked him for it and he answered in an ever so matter of fact way, his boyfriend had given it to him for his birthday. Back when I was 22 no one ever admitted to being gay and no gay would ever admit to having a boyfriend, much less to a 22 year old intern. And then, with a small laugh he said 'he owns my ass, if you know what I mean'.

    At the lunch with the 'brass' he introduced me to a heavy hitter, one of the 'honchos'. A man in his fifties with a beer belly and salt and pepper hair. You got over his looks pretty fast once he spoke, he was one of those 'honchos' that owned the room. My boss made sure I sat beside him and he pushed the conversation for me to talk to him. It was uncomfortable because I didn't know what to say so I just answered questions, 'name, rank and serial number'. (I learned all those expressions from my boss who had served in the military for 20 years before retiring, before he had a boyfriend).

    Several days later my boss told me about this dinner that was going down. A dinner in which he was invited and he wanted me to come with him. At the dinner that fat old man was there, the 'honcho' man. I got shoved on him, shoved like right up to him so that he put his arm around me. He held me against him wanting me to lay my head on his shoulder or something. Back in those days young secretaries and interns got their butt spanked or grabbed and he grabbed my ass. He had to let me go when we took our seats. Again my boss stuck me between the 'honcho' man and him and told me to be nice. The old man kept touching my knee under the table. Grabbing my thigh. When I got my hand down to push his hand away he grabbed my hand and wouldn't let it go.

    Between dinner and desert I excused myself for the ladies' room. My boss got up and went with me, he was going into the 'little boys' room. But he stopped me and told me 'it works like this, he gets your ass, and you own him. This is your chance, bend over and take it'. He pushed me into the ladies room and told me to think about it. 'Don't blow it', or I guess he really meant meant, blow him.

    After the dinner my boss pushed me to have the 'honcho' man take me home. He whispered in my ear while we were waiting for our coats 'bend over, he's an ass man' . At my apartment things did not go well. He grabbed me hard and pulled me to him and grabbed my ass. He kissed me and I almost puked. But he got his tongue in my mouth while he grabbed my ass and told me to settle down and grow up. He pushed or pulled me into my room and tossed me on my bed, grabbing the waist of my pants and pulling my pants down. Once he had me 'exposed' he lowered his pants and his awful dick pointed at me. The only thing I could think of was that he was an 'ass man'.

    I got it on my back, holding my head and neck as far away from his face so he couldn't kiss me. His dick was all the way in me, and he shoved and shoved. Then like nothing he stopped, he got off and told me to turn over. He opened my butt cheeks and stuck his tongue in my hole and then got on me and stuck his dick against my hole and told me to take a deep breath and he shoved his dick right up my ass. A couple of more shoves and he ejaculated, pulled out and grabbed my ass cheek really hard and told me I had a tight ass.

    My boss, when I told him, told me to get used to it. I owned him now and all I had to do was play my cards right. He bought me this lubricant and told me to keep it around and when he was going to come over for some ass fucking to lube my ass first. To use my finger to lube myself well, it would avoid me getting my ass torn.

    Over time I got promoted, I went up the ladder pretty quick, I was on the 'fast track'. My boss from Logistics, the gay man, kept me well stocked with lube and which he selected because he knew it worked. When my friend, he was my friend, retired he told me that I was his special purpose employee. From the day he met me he decided he was going to push me to the top. He confessed to me that when he was in the service he kept this Light Colonel happy, who eventually became a General Officer. He retired from the service when the General retired. He had run out of cover. The General was a good friend of the 'honcho' man and that's how he ended up working there.

    The 'honcho' man owned my ass, and in return I owned his. He was a big baby and he liked being suckled so I suckled his dick. He also liked being catered to, so I catered to him. I taught him not to grab my ass in public, it was enough for him to just run his hand across my ass, the other men would get the message as to who owned my ass. I rose in the 'ranks' and as I write this I am a Director of an important department reporting to the 'honcho'. He is now THE HONCHO man. The hooking bull. Curiously my ex boss and his boyfriend are dinner partners of ours, they own a Bed and Breakfast and we have spent more than one long weekend there. Bending over and taking in the view of the harbor.

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    # 53603 - by Bottom Gal / September 12, 2021
    - It's Political -
    Lesbian Female / 24

    I'm Out, But My Heart Is Still With My Prison Wife

    During my college experience I attended a party and got busted by undercover cops for possession and selling to a minor (an undercover cop pretending to be a freshman, but told me she was in high school and was there with a friend. I gave her some 'stuff', she insisted on giving me some money for it and I was caught on a wire). I got 5 years, 18 incarcerated and then probation.

    In prison I was in an 8 person dormitory. One of the ladies took me and let it be known I was her wife. She got the top bunk girl to swap and put me on the top bunk and she took the bottom bunk. This gave her the opportunity to touch me, breasts, crotch. As her wife my role was to look after her. Make her bed, police the area, keep her personals orderly and clean, prepare her laundry. Wife meant wife. The guards never interfered, I was her wife. P.S., wives socialized with other wives, the doms socialized with other doms.

    In the showers one morning, some of the other women screened us so she could get her tongue in me and consummate our marriage. Once it was established that I was her wife and I became her wife life got easy. Day in day out, we did our chores, and we were left alone. No sex, but that could be covered up. At one point I realized she was a born lesbian and she had fallen in love with me. I became the best wife I could be.

    When I was released to a halfway house I went through the worst time, I wrote her everyday, she answered until one day she told me she had another wife, she loved me but I wasn't going back. I had to accept this, it broke my heart. After my six months at the halfway house I went home to serve the rest of my probation. During my probation I succumbed to a man's advances and became pregnant. I got married and I became a man's wife.

    I miss my 'real' wife. I try to be a good wife but a man's hands are not the same. Maybe it's because I don't love him. Sex is ho hum, I'm good at faking it, but my heart's not in it. I returned to class to finish my degree. A married student with a baby, which my mother helps me with babysitting. I hope my real wife's new wife is good to her. It's lonely in there if you are alone.

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    # 53159 - by Breana / August 21, 2021
    - It's Political -
    Straight Male / 49

    Tired Of PC

    This isn't really a confession of sorts but, honestly really fucking annoyed with "cancel culture". There's too much political correctness in today's world. You can't say a fucking thing without someone getting offended. Do I support certain movements yes, to an extent. However, I've been in a situation where a lady was the worst offender but when it was beneficial to her, she used things against me to screw me out of a job. People, lighten the fuck up. If someone offends you and you don't like the person, why the fuck would you follow them on Twitter to post hateful messages to them? Why not just unfollow them? People have their knickers too far up their asses!

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    # 53131 - by Anonymous / August 20, 2021
    • - It's Political -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 32

    Simping For MAGA Babe

    My girlfriend and I are both very liberal but god help me something about right wing men and women turn me on. I fell down the rabbit hole of right wing girls on insta, became obsessed with one, and when I was in the middle of a horny haze, decided to message her and pledge myself to her. She replied, very friendly and cordial, and we chatted about my attraction to her. She told me I could assert my surrender to her by sending her money and I can’t believe how much it turned me on but it did, and every time I get horny I end up sending her money. I regret it every time after I cum but in the eat of the moment it’s thrilling. Her kind but cocky words of appreciation make me cum harder than anything else ever has. My girlfriend has NO idea.

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    # 52115 - by Mike / June 30, 2021
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