A few years ago I hooked up with a man in his 40s. We spent the whole night fucking. I sucked his cock, swallowed, licked his balls, and let him tie me up and fuck me. When we finally went to sleep my arms were still tied behind my back and my face was buried in his crotch.

This isn't the confession, but it's still important, and I'm letting you know what we did together that night so that the confession has more gravity.

My parents put me up for adoption straight out of the womb because they both agreed that they couldn't take care of me at the time. I was adopted, and the records of my adoption were lost. Basically, my adopted parents and my biological parents never knew each other, and my biological parents had no way of knowing where I ended up or that my name was changed when I was adopted as an infant. As far as they knew I was dead.

I love my adopted parents, but when I turned 18 I hired someone to find my biological parents because I wanted to know who they were and what happened to them.

This I found out about a month ago. My biological mother apparently died in a car accident a few years after they gave me up, and from the pictures I was shown she looked a lot like I do now. My father it turns out is still alive.

They set up a meeting, and we drove out to see him. He didn't live too far.

I sat down in front of my biological father less than a month ago, and it took both of us a few seconds to realize that we'd met before. We didn't mention it to the person who arranged the meeting, though.

Our second meeting involved a lot more talking than our first years before, and we were both embarrassed by what had happened. We've talked more and visited each other since then though, and we both realized that despite biology we still might as well be strangers.

And once you've willingly worshipped a guy's cock and balls you've kind of crossed a barrier with that person you can't uncross. Knowing who he was didn't make the second, third, or fourth times any more difficult.