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!

Saying My Piece

At 15 a friend and me were 'gang banged' by a group of frat boys on a summer beach. Seven years later I myself am in college and I face off against the guy who has wolf eyes for me. I surrendered, in the end after he got me I was going to survive. After he got what he wanted, I lay beside him on my stomach and told him about the gang bang on the beach.

I wasn't looking for sympathy, I was just letting him know I wasn't virgin for him. He took me a couple of days later to a psych professor who referred me to a woman that I could talk to. I couldn't, the only person I could talk to was with him. He took it upon himself to help me navigate out from under the 'shame' of not being a virgin for him. In the end he decided that he wasn't going to consider what happened as losing my virginity, that I was his virgin.

That he saw beyond that night and considered me his virgin really helped me. I called my friend from that night and he told her she was still a virgin and no real man would hold it against her.

I went on to live my life, so did my friend. His accepting us virgins shifted everything, something therapist never did. A man must decide whether you are his virgin, he is the only one who can make that call. There is a big difference between being dragged and held down, and delivering yourself to 'that' man. And it's that man who must decide. He knows whether you were his virgin or you had been used before by another man.

  • No Money For Bills

    My husband and I have been married about two years. We both lost our jobs (at the same company on the same day) a few months ago. Desperate, we asked his father for money and he willingly gave it….with some stipulations. We would have to help around his house. No biggie.

    One night my father in law asked me for something more personal. He asked me to help him entertain he and his friends. Just like making snacks and setting up is what he said. 10 drunk assholes and your father in law as the ring leader makes for awkward situations. My husband was not around as he was home with our daughter, so I was put in the position of telling them no touching and no being assholes. This lasted only so long and I had to tell my husband the predicament I was in. He and his father argued but his father used the money as leverage. Everything would be paid off in one night his father said. I left debt free six hours later, but I may never love myself again. It is the worst night of my life and truly disgusting.

    The Weird Kid

    In my early twenties I worked for a commercial carpentry company, and would routinely have to travel for weeks at a time. They would double us up in hotel rooms, which usually wasn't an issue. Then they hired a really weird kid in his late teens as a laborer. Seeing as up to that point I was the newest guy on the crew, I got stuck with the awkward new guy. I'd catch him eye fucking me at night when I was getting ready for bed. Then one particularly stressful day, I had just got back from getting some fast food for dinner and he was just staring at me while I ate. I snapped, "are you a fucking faggot or something? What the fuck are you looking at bitch?" He turned bright red and stammered "no, no bro, I didn't mean to stare. I was just day dreaming." After that he apologized a thousand times and no longer stared at me. A few months after that we were doing a remodel on this bar in shithole Odessa, Texas. A few of us went to a really 'eventful' strip club, blew a lot of money, and got blown too. We walked back to the motel, got there around 3:30am and as I approached my door I heard blood curdling noise, honestly sounded like the weird kid was dying in there. I rushed to unlock the door and bust in to see some fat old trucker looking guy in a leather vest violently face fucking weird kid. This guy was slamming weirdos face so hard, I really don't know how he didn't look like he went 12 rounds with Tyson after that. I really can't understate the force this man was putting into weird kids face. He saw me, pulled the dirty old cock out of his mouth, and freaked out on me about knocking and giving him privacy. All I could do was tell him "look bro, if choking on cock makes you happy, then more power to ya, but I'm going to crash in someone else's room." The next morning I talked to the boss, and from there on our weird kid was stuck working in the wood shop so no one would have to share a room with him.

  • Was So Embarrassed And Humiliated But Ended Up Loving It...

    I was at home when my partner at the time made me take all clothes off and tied my hands behind my back and blindfolded me in the bathroom and told me just to sit on the toilet and wait quietly until she came back and next thing I felt was someone holding my legs open and licking the tip of my penis and that went on for bout 10mins untill I felt her slowly sitting on me and riding me to the point where I was actually soaked in sweat and came twice and to be honest I never felt so amazing even when she actually pee'd with me still in her but what scared me and still shocked by it even now was when I took blindfold off and seen that it wasn't my partner doin it, it was my sister!!

    Period Sex

    What’s disgusting to others really isn’t that disgusting to me.

    My wife who’s is 38 has gotten way heavier periods after birthing our kids. I guess after 3 kids it’s took its toll on her body.

    My wife loves sex too and so do I. But at first she was hesitant to bring up period sex when we first started dating. It wasn’t until we married that we first had it.

    In 2021 after giving birth to twins my wife’s periods have been really heavy. And she gets so horny during them too! So me being a good husband I give her dick when she’s on her period

    And yes it gets messy. But I’m okay with that. I know guys may find period sex disgusting but I don’t anymore.

    Something my wife and I learned early on was to lay down two black towels and my wife convinced me to shave my pubes off. Shaving my pubes was a game changer for clean up.

  • Leaches, Hand Outs, Thieves Of The Worst Kind

    After college my advisor introduced me to a lady who had the need for an assistant. Bookkeeping, cataloguing, company. She was the heir to a grand fortune and she had little interest in the back office. She also hated to go to functions alone. 32, single, never married. And kept herself away from personal involvements. Paranoid of being used. Like me she graduated from the same school, ten years earlier.

    There was a lot of bookkeeping, a 'house', a 'city apartment', a 'place' in Maui. Travel, staff, general expenses, g*fts, charities, taxes. Then professional expenses, lawyers, CPA fees, Trust expenses, Architects, decorators. The lifestyle.

    As mentioned, she hates going alone to functions, I went with her. She kept me close, 'don't leave me'. It was obvious after a few of these functions, everyone had their hand out. I suggested a movie, took her to the theatre, dresses like the plebian class. Took her to have pizza, one more single couple among many others. She attached easily, wanted to snuggle and get under the covers. A lot of pent up emotions. Making love? Having sex? What was it?

    No question she wanted physical closeness, emotional closeness, and she was entirely focused on me. Sleep with her, eat with her, go out with her. She never called me an employee, staff, or anything touching on dependency. Always by first names, always long talks, in the living room, in her bedroom. It took months to become involved with her, to give in and go with it. To just make love, don't think about sex.

    We did get married, in Maui. A garden affair. From looking for a job, to a job I never heard of, to falling in love with her, to getting married, two years, three months. Married into money, navigating outstretched hands, cutting off obvious leaches, cutting down professional expenses, rationalizing g*fts and donees. Museums, causes, you name it, no wonder she was uncomfortable around people. Yes I influenced her, cut off or down handouts. That's my job, what I signed on for.

    It's not just money, it's her money. But if she gives it away it's no longer her money.

    Trafficked

    My name is illanya, I am from Albania. I am now in a shelter for refugee in EU. I escaped from my captors after many months of being taken to other countries and cities to be used by men like a piece of meat.

    I was good girl at home and school. Did well at my school and was hoping to be doctor someday. My dream turned nightmare on 17-08-20.
    I was told I had got job I applied for as carer for old man. Promise of couple days a week I think will pay help my family as not much money.

    I turn up at place advised say goodbye my brother who take me there. I am excited I am happy to be out my little village. Oh if I had only know. Such cruelty and horror. Such pain and shame. I am whore now. My body learns to take these beasts invading it. Over and over day in day out.

    Slapped kicked punched bruised. My holes as their known to these pigs are stretched and used repeatedly.
    I float above these vile scenes an unwilling witness to the r**e m****tation and s***my of this child's being. I cry out for justice but none arrives.

    Now I want vengeance. I want to kill any man I see or hear of who needs ended. I am angry I am willing and I am ready to explode. Beasts beware I am hunting you...

    I Really Was Still A Girl Then

    This happened in 1979, I was 19 and had just been hired a a clerk in the purchasing department. The man who ran the department was an angry man, yelling and demeaning. He disliked me immediately. He belittled me and left me crying at my desk. Another man from operations walked in while he was yelling at me, he put his hand on my supervisors mouth telling him to leave me alone. After that he was my protector and kept a close eye on me. My supervisor hated him.

    One afternoon my protector had gone to see a client. My supervisor called me to his office. He had set a spring release on his door so he could trigger closing it from his desk. He walked around behind me and grabbed me from behind, he told me my boyfriend wasn't there. He laid me over the desk and worked my pants down while holding me by the neck. He got his pants down, and when he approached me it was more like s woman than a man. He didn't have a penis or balls. He cussed and hit me before letting me go. I fell and had a good luck at wasn't there.

    He walked over and picked up a golf club. told me the club would have to. It was only then that I screamed, someone tried opening the door but it was locked. He had hit me with the golf club and was pointing between my legs when the door came down. My protector screamed for him to stop and reached him and a long fight broke out.

    I learned my supervisor had been castrated by a Vietnamese whore, and discharged with mental issues. I'm 63, I was never able to grow out of my attachment to my protector. I lived the life of a lovesick girl until he decided to make me an honest woman. Today we hear about PTSD, I'm sure that applied to my supervisor, but he had a lot more than that. I had PTSD from his attempted r**e, which failed because that whore had cut off his dick. It took a long, long time for me to put it away and stopped affecting me.

    But, sometimes I 'see' that man, nothing there, like a woman. I guess that's why I paid a lot if attention to 'my' man, everything there, tall, dark, handsome, virile, masculine, macho, and he gave in and married me. My memory of rubbing my head on my wedding night, 'is this what you wanted?' Yes, it was.

    Sex, With A Man, For Me Was Disgusting

    For this I will add that I married for the visa, to a man I hardly new. Becoming a wife under those circumstances is anything but easy. Sex was horrible, I don't have any other word for it. I had no experience, no first hand knowledge. It was frightening, disgusting, I vomited afterwards. I suffered, and that is the word. I had one child and after I had all my papers I asked him to let me free.

    My five years with him was a prison sentence. I was too young, too innocent, to realize that I would find the kind of love I wanted with another woman. But that's another story, for another time.

  • What I Let Him Do

    It's all my fault and I know it. I am 19, chubby, small boobs, I keep myself attractive and I trim or shave below. I have been with Ken now for 2 months, he is 23 and I let him do anything sexually he wants. I will do it if he wants it. I even let him, very painfully, give me my first anal sex. He does that a lot now. He is beautiful, rugged, muscled, 6ft. 2in, with a perfect body, and though I'm no expert, a pretty big cock. This weekend at his place, I was naked the whole time, he would dress during the day, he didn't want me to do that. He tied me to the bed, and used me, it was exciting in a way, I didn't mind. He came many many times during the weekend, in and on me everywhere.

    He wrote things on me, things that were showing all weekend with me naked all the time. Even though he would go out he wanted me naked and "available" to him whenever he wanted. I was liking it. I was doing whatever he wanted. I was there for him, and him only. I consented to his writing on me, asking if that was what he really thought of me and he assured me it wasn't, it was just exciting for him. To be honest, I liked it too at the time.

    He wrote: "Dirty, fat, f*ckp*g wh*re" on my chest, and down my belly he wrote "Ken's slut". He wrote "cumdump c**t" above my pussy lips, and on my ass wrote "three hole whore, fuck me here" with an arrow to my butthole. He outlined my areola on my boobs in black, and used red to color them and my nipples. All writing was in sharpie markers. I let him use me for his pleasure, and kept telling him that I loved him and that this was what I want, to please him, to use my body to give him pleasure.

    I came back home, and immediately was afraid that someone, my sister or my mother, or dad would see the writing. I looked in the mirror naked with the door locked and I feel so bad. I feel that I was so desperate that I let a guy do this to me. I encouraged a guy to use my body to pleasure himself. I was literally just a place for him to cum. My mouth, my ass, my pussy, my boobs, my face, my buttcheeks, even my feet were all just for him to please himself. I am so disgusted with myself now. I see the writing and after two showers it's still not gone.