PapaDelta

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Gender: Straight Male
Age: 41
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Profile Visits : 360
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Number of Confessions : 7

Confessions by PapaDelta:

An Hour Ago

My wife has gone out to get some food. I stayed in, because for the past hour, in the apartment across the alley from my holiday let, there has been a lady cleaning. In her 50s dressed in booty shorts and a tight Brasil t-shirt. The apartments are maybe 5m apart, and hers is slightly above mine. She's been watching us lounge around while doing her cleaning. I've been watching her, making a little show while she sweeps the floor, dancing, shaking her big ass.

My wife asked me to go but I feigned tiredness. As soon as she left I came over to the window. She's seen me and stays in sight. She came to the balcony and lit a cigarette. I'm at the window. I removed my shorts, standing in just my pants. She watches, glances away, but she's watching.

I put my hand in my pants and stroke my cock. The window frame obscures my face but I can discretely see her watching as I stroke my cock. I want to open the window and ask her if i can come over, thinking I could fuck her on that bed and be back before my wife returns. I don't have the nerve but do carry on stroking my cock. She returns to her jobs. Returning to the open balcony doors frequently to watch me.

I have precum in my pants. She closes a shutter but remains watching through the slats. I am getting close. About to take my cock out so she can watch me cum when I hear keys jingling. I rush to close the blind as my wife returns.

Show's over.

Make You Wet

After Celeste's confession (2pages along) of her love for pussy and butt holes, now all I can think about is licking pussy.

It's going to be on my mind all day in the office as my colleagues pass by. Wondering if any would just want me to lick them. Been so long since I made someone cum in the office.

I know mens answer on this. Ladies, do you ever just see someone in the office and wish he'd take you somewhere and make you cum with his mouth?

Timing For A View

Walking to the station one evening after work, an attractive young lady happened to be shutting the blind to her window. Hers was the ground floor bay window of a large terrace, but she didn't close the blind all the way leaving a small gap at the bottom.

I walked on toward the station, then decided to walk back and make another pass. As I walked slowly by I could partially see two women in the room. I walked up the road some more, made a discrete U-turn and headed back in the original direction. As I made the final pass, I paused. Inside, through the crack in the blind one of the girls removed her leggings. I was now looking at her naked bum. I stopped and watched.

As other people came down the street I pretended to be looking at my phone or answering a call until they passed. In the time I stood outside I saw both girls dressing and undressing - I could only see their trimmed crotches and bums. Both were trying on skirts in the mirror for a Friday night out in London.

I've passed a few times since and nothing. But what a lucky shot that was.

What I Think About When I Close My Eyes

We haven't seen each other in six years. Now both married with kids and we find ourselves in this hotel room.

I stand behind you, and we are facing the mirror. My left arm around your chest pulling you tight into me. Your back pressed against me, your bum against my cock.

My right hand slips under your skirt, as I feel your wet lips. I stroke your pussy, your hot wet pussy. All the while pulling you into me, my arm around your neck as my other hand strokes you. The vision of you in the mirror eyes closed, breathing heavily. My left hand I slip under your top, exposing your small breast. Gripping you. I need your flesh.

"There. Don't stop. Please" you beg.

I can feel your breathing on my cheek, as my fingers stroke you. You're soaking wet. I can't believe I finally have you again.

"Don't stop. Don't stop." You're whimpering.

My hand grips your neck.

I want you so much.

I feel your body convulse against me. Eyes closed, mouth open. Your head falls forward but I pull you back up, I want to see you. I want to hold this picture of you in the mirror.

I still remember. Your face, your words, your wet.

I miss you.

Meeting Room Table

I was 22 at uni she was 31, divorced. We met in a bar. Over the next months we'd fool around anywhere we could. I couldn't take her to mine, nor me to hers as she had a daughter and was back living with her parents.

Sex was anywhere else we could: often in her car, once in a graveyard, parks, fondling in pub booths, anywhere.

My favourite was at her office. We were messaging and she was complaining about her work having nothing to do and let it slip that no one was there. I drove there quick time, texting at traffic lights. She was surprised to have me knock at the office door. She dragged me inside, and locked the door.

The next hour was kissing at her desk; bodies pressed together, hands in pants. She stripped to her underwear, took my hand and led me to a meeting room. The image of following her and her bubble butt in black lingerie and heels to the meeting room table. I laid her on the table and was licking her pussy when the table toppled over with us both on it. We laughed a lot.

Back to the main office I was sat in a desk as she was sat in a chair slowly sucking my cock, looking at me. At that point the office door handle started rattling as someone was trying to get in. She ran to get her clothes on, I hurriedly pulled my trousers back up. She was shouting 'I can't find the key' stalling for time to whoever was on the other side of the door. Eventually a minute or two later she opened the door.

A woman stepped in, looked at her all flustered, sees me - a random person- sat at the desk trying to look casual and mouthed 'ohh.'

Rumbled.

I hastily made my excuses and left.

Nearly 20years ago but I still see that arse walking me to the room. Good times.

How I Discovered The World Of Swingers

True story:
Sat on the tube on my way home from work, I realised I was sitting on someone's phone. Oops, I guess I'll hang on to it and when the owner calls it I can get it back to them. I put it in my pocket and went home.

A day passed and no one rang. Unusually it was a basic flip phone, (2017). I'll look in the call list and let the last person dialled know that I have the phone. I tried to call the last number but it was a pay as you go with no credit.

I opened the last text: EmmaPoF. I was about to try a text but of course I read the message... the very racy message. Wow, myguy is having some fun chat with

Emmapof*:
'I love tasting you. Your pussy tastes like...'

I read others:
VickyFAB*: 'when are you free again, I want to play'

Aisha*: I'm wet at work thinking about you

And so on... this was myguys burner phone. And he is getting a LOT of pussy! Man he must be shitting himself about losing this, his hit list of PlentyOfFish chicks.

The prize was AbiFAB*: who wanted him to gape her asshole. And some other really wild shit.

I googled Fab and discovered it was a dating site... And that's how I joined a swinger site...

Watching People Ski

I've never done illicit substances. (Mods say I can't type d r * g s.) Ok, aside from a drag on a spliff once but that's like saying I'm a vegetarian cos I ate a cheese sandwich one time.

Taking substances never appealed to me. Perhaps it was growing up in the 90's and the news of overdoses from rogue E's, or the harrowing image of Leah Betts' slumped body with a syringe in her arm.

I say this, yet the image of someone snorting powder intrigues me. Smoking is such a common sight and people taking tablets isn't particularly visually interesting either. But watching the act of snorting a line I find fascinating. I wonder what it feels like to have something go up your nose. The ceremony of cutting a line. I wonder how it feels to fuck on cocaine. I don't care for dr*gs, in fact I fear them. But watching someone snort them, I find... almost erotic.