Randomized confessions..

This happened once when i went to the beach.
We had just left home on an hour drive. i hadn't got to the toilet before we left even though i really needed to go. by the time we had go there i was really hurting and had to run down a 200m path to get to the toilets.
The toilets were composting toilets male on one side female on the other, with two separate stalls back to back on each side.
I was in a rush and the female toilets were the closest. i ran up to the first door and saw out of the corner of my eye the door to the other stall next to me just close.
i went in, pulled down my pants and sat down and started to piss. "ahhh" i said with relief.
"feels releving dosn't it." a girls voice form the stall behind me said as a hissing sound started.
"yeah it dose." i said.
it was silent for a while apart from the hissing comming from her side as she pissed.
"your a guy" she said after a while.
"well i was busting" i replied.
she giggled and asked me what i was doing.
"just pissing and now im going to crap."
"yeah same, you want to play a game?" she asked me.
"Ok" i replied.
"you haven't start crapping yet have you."
"not yet"
"ok then we're gonna have a slow race. the rules are no pushing and last on to finish wins ok, tell me when your ready."
i sat there for a while and it started to come it was at my back door now read to come out.
"ready."
"ok 1,2,3 go"
a fart rang out as she started we laughter a bit.
"so are you from here?" she asked me.
"no," i replied. "are you?"
"yeah, i go to the beach often."
"How old are you?" was the next question.
i replied "18"
"yeah same."
"How far are you now?" she asked.
"I've only got an inch."
"mine just came out. its hard and lumpy."
"yeah mine is to."
we sat there for at least half an hour just pooping and chatting. her regular updates started to turn me on.
then i was finished.
"i'm done."
"i'm only half way" she replied.
i grabed a hand full of papper and whiped skid marks all over it, washed my hands. i was about to leave when.
"wait up a moment." the girl said as she now started to push making grunting sounds. i looked down into the pit and saw a piece of poo roll down from her side to mine. i closed the lid. she farted it sounded wet; it was then followed by what sounded like a mud slide.
"well im done. im just gonna wipe."
i open the door and walked out; there was noone around. i heard the tap run as she washed her hands. the engaged sign on the door turned and the door opened and a very cute face apearred. she was blonde and her hair ran down her back. she wore sea shell earings and a black bikini top and a white mini skirt that only covered less then half her thighs. she was wearing pink thongs on her feet and carried a small white hand bag that she reached into as she smiled at me.
"that was fun" she said
i was lost for words, she was hot!!! i was a bit embarassed.
She pulled a phone from her hand bag and asked "can i have your phone numbers?"
"yeah of course, i'll get yours as well, um"
"chloe"
i gave her my name and number and she gave me hers.
and now we talk to each other a lot and when ever i go to the beach i always let her know when im in town and we've had a few other adventures.

  • i cheated on my bf the summer of 9th grade.
    went out for 3 months. never kissed a boy before. after three months i kissed this other guy at a party.
    but i felt relly bad about it so i caled and told my bf like an hr after it happened.
    then me and my bf kissed (my 2nd kiss ever) then next day. and the day after that i broke up with him via text.

    my next bf we went out for 4 months. we made out all the time and stuff. but i went on vaca for 2 weeks and an old friend/crush was staying with us at our beach house and we both still had a crush on eachother from 4th grade. (we were now sophmores) and we ended up making out every day the whole vaca and he fingered me. and then i broke up with my bf like a week later. and my bf was being difficult and giving me crap so i told him i cheated and rubbed it in his face saying the vaca guy was a better kisser etc etc.

    we went out again for a week like 3 months later. now he hates me.

    then i started hooking up with this guy jeffrey every morning before schoool just making out and stuff.

    and then i got a bf that i was really into and stuff. but since ive cheated before it kinda felt like it wasnt a big deal anymore. so i cheated on him for like 3 weeks just hooking up before school and then going and haning with my bf after that. ive never ever gotten caught. jeffrey and i are still good friends and still "hang out" some mornings. but weve only gone as far as fingering.
    and me and my bf that i keep cheating on with jeffrey are still going out to this day.
    and i reallyyyy like him.
    and i still cheat on him.
    and he will neverr ever know.
    im happy. my bf is happy. and jeffrey is happy.
    i know its imorral and stuff but why just have one guy when i can have both and keep eeveryone happy?
    life is great(:

    I left my long-term boyfriend at home in the states, promising I'd be loyal and couldn't wait to see him when I returned. I was gone for a couple of months, working in a country in Central America. I have realized that I'm addicted to sex - I had four separate partners, all of whom I saw on a regular basis. We had unprotected sex, in a country with a very high HIV rate. I was also not on birth control. Luckily I've got nothing, and he doesn't suspect a thing.
    I have a sex problem.

  • i am a married 29 year old guy wwho loves lingerie and boots. When ever i see sexy lingerie or boots i just stare. The most significant aspect is i wear lingerie... I have a lovely gsrting i wear with suspenders and garter. I would like to have sex with my wife like thi sbut i dont think so.

    I'm in a relationship with a guy i care for very deeply for about 5 months. When I told him that i was bisexual... he kind of got happy about it and asked how would i feel about a threesome. I said sure... so ever since then he's been on my back about having one. It's become very annoying to the point where i want to leave him. But once the threesome issue came up, I've cheated on my boyfriend with 4 different men on several occassions. I only had sex with two but the other two i gave head once or twice. And what's so messed up... i don't regret ne of them. He just gets on my nerves so much that i needed to get away from him with someone else. I've never been a faithful person. I've cheated on every man i've ever dated. I need some help.. ne body have ne suggestions?

    - a cheating heart

  • I travel often for work. I work closely with many people in different offices across the country. Temptation is ever present. In the past year I've had an email relationship with a coworker in one of our offices overseas. We flirted, etc. but I didn't think it would really go any further. She's is an incredibly sexy woman. Slim with plenty of curves in the right places with a beautiful smile.

    She's a single woman in her early twenties, I'm 40 and married.

    This past weekend I made a regular trip to our out of town office. We agreed to meet for lunch at my hotel and a few drinks. Both of us were aware of the potential fuel we were adding to the fire but we didn't think much would take place. Wink, wink. I guess we were trying to fool ourselves.

    She actually had a date with her boyfriend the evening of the day we met for lunch. I kept buying her drinks and a few shots of tequila. Each time she mentioned her date I bought her another drink. We chatted and laughed all afternoon. It was a great time. When she started giggling and leaning into me I KNEW she was skipping her date. "I hate you", she'd say, smiling while giving me one her silly laughs.

    I have to admit, I'm not a young gun anymore. It's amazingly flattering to have a young woman in her glorious youth express sexual interest. It's like a drug. My ego was 50 feet tall. I had to have her. I asked if she wanted to go somewhere private. I barely had time to pay the bill and get her on the elevator. We were all over each other, kissing and touching.

    She was astonishing sexy. You guys know what I'm talking about... incredibly passionate kisses with her curves pressing against you. The sexual hunger.

    The best sex, is always the "first time" sex. It's full of physical passion. Raw, pure sex. Pillow throwing, clothes flying, loud grunts/moans, everything knocked off the lamp table, kind of sex. It never lasts, of course. But its never something to miss.

    p.s. she just called me, she's coming to see me again. J

    Long story, but because of some long-term remodeling I'm sharing an office space with a co-worker. We've had a "thing" going for a couple of years now.

    Used to be nooners at a hotel down the street, if we were lucky a couple of times a month. Call us whatever you want,but the cheating on our spouses deal makes the sex very hot.

    Well, now due to some construction we share a temp office in a former storage room with a door that defaults to locked. When she is feeling hot, she comes to work in a mid-length skirt. And no panties... We've gone from a couple of times a month to a couple of times a week, sometimes a couple of times per day. Drop trou, flip the skirt up, and have at her. Right in our office and on the company dime. Beautiful...

    I get a hard-on even now thinking of the times that we've sat across the table from each other at meetings just after we've spent the last 1/2 hour humping like bunnies. I wonder if other people can tell? To me she's always got a kind of satisfied glow when we are done.

    I'm so hard just thinking about it that I think I have to go screw my wife. She's pretty good too, and if anything she is hotter than Sandy. But I'd rather be fucking Tom's wife. That is how I think of her when I'm pouring it into her. Fucking Sandy is only sort of hot. Fucking Tom's wife? - now that is hot.

    I wish I could fly boy am I trippin' wit new ideas kiss me now thank me later

    Have you ever been left anywhere naked

  • I am a 28 year old male and only recently I have developed a fear of the night. I am not afraid of monsters or creepy things or any of the usual things associated with the fear of the dark. I think it has to do with what it represents to me, lonliness and negativity whereas light represents comfort and peacefulness. Plus, I have more nightmares than good dreams and I am becoming fearful of going to sleep because the nightmares are very vivid. At night the house is still and quiet and it is sort of eerie. My fiance and I recently split up so the night is very lonely for me now with no one around to sleep next to and spoon with. As the day draws to a close I start to get anxious and worrisome as the sun sets. I love dusk and dawn, but not the complete darkness. I have been leaving the television on in the bedroom all night long with the sound turned down just so there is some light around. I feel childish and embarrassed about this, but I needed to get it off my chest.