Jungleboi69

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Gender: Straight Male
Age: 40
Relationship Status : Single
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About Jungleboi69:

I am 6ft Tall, Polynesian Decent, I am genuinely kind, humble and respectful yet assertive. Take pride in the way I hold myself, I keep a high standard of hygiene. I am not afraid to express my emotions verbally and physically.

Jungleboi69's Favorite Confessions:

Started An Affair With My Married Ex And Father Of My Child

He admitted on Thursday he still had feelings for me. Of course, that was a nice thought. I found myself still attracted to him and feeling a special kind of way seeing him with our son. He hasn't been in our life for the past 11 years, due to reasons I won't get into. But we buried the hatchet and came together for the good of our kid. In doing so, we developed a friendly relationship and coparent situation. I happily obliged.

I didn't expect to still be attracted to him but he does look good even after all this time. I like being around him. I like so many things about him, traits and qualities I hope my son inherits. I don't still want to be with him, but the attraction was still there.

In confessing romantic feelings for me (to explain the tension and "weirdness" between us), he also confessed, "Do I still want to have sex with you? So bad." I couldn't stop thinking about that. I hadn't stopped thinking about it since I first saw him because the feeling was mutual.

I told him I was dangerous with that info. That if I had half a chance I wouldn't be able to say no. He's married and I have a long-term boyfriend I have been with for 4 years.

Yesterday my ex asked to meet up with me 3 hours before my son's soccer game. I said yes. He asked me if I should get a room. I said no. And firmly stuck to my guns that I wanted to see him but that was it.

We met up and got to talk. Everything being out in the open, my guard came down a bit. I had previously explained to him that I acted a certain way toward him to guard my real feelings. I had trouble being vulnerable and trusting people, especially men.

We kissed. We touched. We didn't have sex, but we talked about it. He wants to dominate me in bed. He wants to fuck me where people can see me. It was hot. He kept telling me how badly he wanted to have sex with me and that turned me on. To be so desired by someone I found attractive. That's always been my weakness.

The kissing felt like he was trying to show off, to impress me with his passion and his force. But I need some gentleness too. I need some awareness that you care about my pleasure and not just your own. It felt like his own display of power. He wanted to own me. When he kissed my neck and my ear, I nearly lost it. Those are really sensitive spots to me. He noticed and told me he felt he could give me an amazing orgasm. Naturally I have fantasized about just that. I only hope he would have a more delicate, sensitive touch in the bedroom than just barreling straight ahead. A girl needs a little more foreplay and sensuality.

Of course I feel guilty about all of this. Terribly wracked with guilt. My own selfish cowardice is preventing me from telling my boyfriend. My own selfish desire is preventing me from breaking it off with the ex. I don't necessarily want to end things with my bf overall, but I recognize I have feelings of being trapped, of wanting more, of general restlessness, that contribute to me looking elsewhere. He's a good guy and I love him though. He's a good fit for me and I don't want to lose that. So I should tell him about kissing my ex and the intentions to continue the affair and let him make his own choice.

So why don't I?

I told the ex that I wanted him to be my secret boyfriend. I was just kidding, sort of. But I liked the idea of illicitly sneaking around and being a couple in hidden view. He told me that my parents noticed the difference in me around him (the ex) and it's obvious my demeanor told him has changed. I'm no good at lying.

I told the ex I wanted to see him again soon and I was already looking forward to it.

That's true. I do want to see him. I want to touch him, but not kiss. Not have sex. Not be naked. I just want to be close and feel him. I want him to hold me. Dance with me. Rub my back. I know it would lead to more. Neither of us have self-control. And if there were ever a place for us to fuck, I wouldn't be able to say no. But I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I said yes.

On the flip side of all this, I was reminded how controlling and seemingly manipulative my ex is. And I say seemingly because I was constantly questioning my own reality and if I was misinterpreting him or if he was really being an asshole. If you have to question your own interpretation of events, the other person is probably an asshole though. I don't like how he treated me in some ways. I don't like what he said to me about how I'm bossy. About how I'm high maintenance. About how I need to not just "react" to things and get defensive all the time like I know the outcome. That is true to a degree, but he said this when I was trying to figure out his intentions and interpret what he said (he's not a native English speaker and I think that contributes to misunderstandings). He could do well to accept his own advice.

I see him as insecure, compensating, desperate for me and willing to do whatever to get it. He gave me a speech about trusting him. That he's not going to hurt me. I told him I understand, but secretly, I don't trust him. He has not shown me I can trust him.

I feel like I'm doing all this because it's exciting and I'm attracted to him and I've built him up as someone who can meet these certain needs I pretend I can't have unmet. I'm searching for answers outside my relationship because I can't bear the alternative. I don't think my ex is the answer. But I don't like any of the answers I have.

I hate myself for so many reasons. I know I'm bad for this. I know there's no easy way out of this without hurting people, including myself.

So much of my life has been about avoiding pain, and yet I create it all the time.

Well, That Was Unexpected!

Ok… last semester I was studying at the library and I just had broken up with my boyfriend. So at this moment I was hating men real hard! I’m bi so I started to take a better look at females on campus. I had a guy come up to me and whispered that I look like I could use some company. I politely told him to get lost but he wasn’t taking the hint. When all of a sudden another girl came over to the table, dropped her books on my table between me and the creeper. She said “Sorry I’m late, Professor Wexler needed to speak to me after his lecture.” I smiled and said “That’s ok, he was just leaving.” He finally decided to leave.

Now I didn’t really know this girl. I’ve seen her on campus but I never spoke to her before. I always found her attractive. Nice butt, nice boobs, beautiful blue eyes and raven black curls. After he walked away she whispered to me “hi, I’m Beverly.” I smiled and said “Hey, I’m Sharon!”
“I saw that creep talking to you and it looked like you could use some help. I know him and he is a complete scumbag!”
“Thank you!”
“No problem! Besides it finally gave me a reason to come over and talk to you!”

When she said that I started to get butterflies in my stomach and started to blush. I was so flattered and I was into her too!

We continued talking for hours then we went to Starbucks where we ate and talked for another hour. Afterwards we were walking back to campus and she said “Look, we’ve only have known each other for a few hours but I really like you and I was wondering if you’d like to come back to my room with me.”
I looked her in the eyes, those beautiful eyes, and I grabbed her face and planted a super hot and deep kiss!
When we finally broke our lip lock, she said “Ok then!” As she took me by the hand and led me to her dorm. When we finally got into her dorm, I was surprised that she did not have a roommate! She closed the door and it was on! We tore into each other. Devouring each other’s faces, ripping our clothes off. As I was about to slip her jeans off she stopped me. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “I didn’t think we’d get to this point that fast. I thought I’d have time to gradually tell you.” Looking puzzled I asked “Tell me what?”
“Gradually tell you that I’m pre-op.”
“Wait! What? You have a cock?”
Standing there looking ashamed and embarrassed Beverly nodded her head as she looked down at the floor. I looked her over, up and down, I turned her a little to look at her ass. I felt her breast and with my finger I lifted her face by her chin until we were eye to eye. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful creature used to be a man. I smiled at her and then she started to smile. “Can I see it?” I asked.
She nodded yes and pulled her panties off and untucked herself. Oh my god! I’ve seen plenty of cocks before but hers was the biggest problem I’ve ever seen in person. It was uncut and absolutely perfect! I took it in my hand and started to stroke it! Beverly let out a breathless sigh. I started to kiss her neck as I continued to stroke this incredibly beautiful cock. I dropped to my knees and French kissed every inch of this delicious dick! Beverly cried out in ecstasy as I took it into my mouth and deep throated about 3 quarters of it. I was always able to deep throat to the base. Not with hers! I was loving it so much! I could’ve sucked it forever. She stopped me and told me to get on the bed. She reached for a condom and I helped her put it on. She loved that I help her. Bev then laid on top of me as I guided her into my soaking wet pussy! Once she slid into me, she laid on top of me and we kissed passionately as she slid in and out of me. I felt every single inch of her as I felt my pussy tighten around her. As we sucked each other’s tongues and lips she started to slam harder and deeper into me at a nice slow and steady pace. I’ve never been fucked like this before. Guys just fuck like a Jack rabbit until they cum. Not Bev! She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing. Bev started to breath heavier. I knew she was going to cum soon. I stopped her and I pulled the condom off and told her to fill me up. With slow deliberate strokes she built up and up until finally I started to feel her hot cum filling me up and spilling out. When Bev was done she asked me if I came. I shook my head No. Bev immediately went down and started to clean her mess and devour my cream pie! It felt so amazing! Her tongue seemed to slide in almost as deep as her cock! She lick my pussy and cleaned me perfectly and licked my asshole and fucked my ass with her tongue as she furiously rubbed my clit. I told her just like that! Stay just like that! As I started to lose my breath and moan louder Bev was French kissing my ass and rubbing my clit and moaning with pleasure just from pleasing me! My orgasm was building more and more and then I screamed out that I was cumming! I was starting to squirt too! Not a lot but enough to wet Bev’s face! This was the best sex that I’ve ever had in my entire life.
Bev slid up and we lovingly made out and held each other. I’ve only felt love like this in another woman’s arms. There is nothing manly about Bev except for her beautiful and perfect cock. I asked her if she was going to get the operation. She said yes. I told her don’t! She is perfect just the way she is. She started to cry and then kissed and held me for the rest of the night. We’ve been inseparable ever since! After this semester we’re moving in together!!! I couldn’t be happier!

Feeling Guilty I Gave Head To Get A Large Contract

I have always used my looks and even sex to have the advantage to get ahead in life and my career. I am very attractive and I know it and have enjoyed using it to my advantage in life and it has rarely failed me.

When I married about three years ago I assumed those days where over. At least I sincerely meant them to be. I was already advanced in my career and I really love my husband and he is equally good looking and has a great job. Once we were seriously dating and I had feelings I stopped sleeping around at work (which was something i use to have no issue with if it help me out). The whole time we were engaged I did not even flirt with supervisors of clients.

I don't want to mention my line of work or anything that would identify me if someone i know read this but after we married the pandemic hit and sales got harder and harder in our line of work. So i started harmlessly flirting with the older male clients, and dressing professional but "nice" for the male gaze especially in the last 6 months or so as things are rebounding.

There was a particular client who had a very large contract to fill that i had been flirting and even teasing for a while. We had several meetings and it was between my company and another and I was getting competitive and really wanted to win. Sadly my company's offer was not quite as good as the other and I knew we could not do better. I am not bragging, but it's just true, I am very attractive, and normally flirting can get me a real long ways to getting what I want. It was a "hail mary" but while less our offer was still good and i was hoping flirting would help. I was laying it on thick in a meeting with just him and myself at his office. I was dressed very professional but ahem... "nice" for his benefit. In principle, he was had already decided against us, i was there with the paperwork hoping to pull him as a last effort highlighting our track record and longevity as a company.

"Why your company and not *****" he asked.
"We give better service." I answered leaning in so he could peek down my blouse.
I caught him looking down my top before and i was ok with that. It's a part of flirting.

But then he did more than look. He reached over and touched my left breast over my blouse unapologetically and said, "We could be of service to each other."
He literally cupped my breast and began to massage it right in his office daring me to stop him. I know i should have stood up and walked out. I was a professional. The days of sexual favors for gain were over. I was very happily married. But the excitement caught me off guard.. the thought of getting what i wanted just because I am so fucking hot got stuck in my head and i didn't move.

We sat face to face not breaking eye contact. He was waiting for me to slap him or get up. I just didn't break eye contact. My breathing quick-end not because i was aroused (though i bet he thought so) but because I was nervous knowing if i stayed any longer I would end up cheating on my husband. I was flooded with massive guilt and anxiety that i did not see coming. But I also didn't want to loose. So i sat there trying to breath through it.

It was hell for a brief moment ... I wanted to say loyal to my marriage. But i missed feeling so hot I could make men do anything for me. I am still not sure if i did to just win the contract or if part of it was about just pulling him, and making a professional CEO of a large company sign on the line of such a huge contract solely because i am hot and he wants some. I started thinking about how my companies offer was less but I could make him sign against his own best interest. It made me feel sexy and powerful.

He started unbuttoning my blouse. I did not stop him. I wanted the power. I wanted to win. I wanted to know I could make powerful man sign with me. He was cupping both breast over my bra. I knew i had to take control or i'd get fucked (literally) I didn't want to go that far and i knew i did not need to. I had lured men to my will lots before marriage. I knew I he was into this as bad as i was. I reached over and kissed him so hard, making sure to taste his tongue. Then i stood up.

I stood up to me over him. He was in the chair still and I i did my bra exposing my nice tits right in front of him and said, "I am in control. You will get yours but how i say it happens. I am get mine too, (pointing to the paper work) he nodded yes. And I stood over him and put my tits in his face and sucked my nipples with hunger as I started to massaged his dick
over his slacks. I straddled his lap and made out with him letting him grope me. And after some minor dry humping (his clothed dick against my lifted skirt panties) I slipped to my knees and unbuckle him and he stood dropping his pants as i sucked him off.

He got a pretty good face fucking out of me and i let him see he load in my mouth and then i winked and swallowed and got up off the floor and walked to the desk pushed the paper work towards him and got dressed.

As a left, I felt, maybe for the first time ever shame and regret mixed with being wet and horny. I thought i'd want to fuck when i got to my husband but i actually avoided being intimate and was cold because i was struggling with guilt. It is a few day later now. I am ok and having sex with my husband again.

I am unsure if i should stay in this job if it tempts me to do this again. I love that power over men of power but... i felt so bad afterwards. I am open to advice.