I regret not having sex with him. He was tall, blonde, had the most brilliant blue eyes I'd ever seen and was the first guy that I've shared a mutual attraction with. We met at a TGIF, and we'd been flirting for an hour and a half. We were hanging out on the porch as he was smoking, I made a suggestive comment, he leaned over and we made out. It was my first kiss.

He went straight for my breasts and pussy, and asked me to touch his dick - I obliged. I could feel the contours of his muscles roll beneath my fingers as I traced downwards, finally met by a hefty erection. I told him I was a virgin and he said he was fine with it. We groped each other for a while, and I was moist and ready for him, until he opened that goddamn mouth and asked me to, 'bend over so he could stick it in.' I got mad and stomped out without another word. I didn't think anyone should say shit like that to a virgin.

I went back to the same restaurant the next day and saw him sitting at the exact same place, but I ran off because I was scared. Never saw him again, and I never will. I hate myself for this so much.

The confession comes here - I don't regret having made out with someone's husband. I don't regret groping and getting groped by someone's father. I regret not letting him fuck my mouth till he came, I still fantasize about how his hot sticky cum would have felt rolling down my throat and I regret not letting that delicious dick of his plough endlessly into me.

The smell of smoke still turns me on, and the sight of a guy with a stubble reminds me of him. I feel stupid for letting words affects me. My confession is that I feel like a fool for not cheating with a man on his wife who was waiting at home with their daughter.