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LA 69 I respected my sis as everyone do but one day I saw nude pics of my sis in her mobile, small tits and dark pussy.  At that time she was married,I think she clicked those photos for her hubby, so I couldn't ask her for whom she clicked these pics, so I told her that don't click full nude pics as digital devices are not safe. After that she deleted all her nudes. We never discussed After that about that topic.
But my feelings changed about her after that incident. I am assuming her as my GF and masturbute almost daily. Now my fantasy is to bath with her in bathtub of a 5 star hotel.  I know its a sin but I can't control my emotions.  Please guide me what should I do? May I share these feelings to her or not ?

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#0573

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Took My Step-Cousin’s Virginity

My aunt married a guy as his second wife. Both my aunt and the first wife has girls so I used to call both of them as ‘cas’, short for ‘cousin’.
We used to go around and play as cousins but the first wife’s daughter (step-cousin) always cares for me alot.
One day the power went out and it was dark inside the house. I was lying down on the floor and my step-cousin walked out and accidentally kicked my face. she apologize and sat down and used her phone screen light to see if there was any cuts or not on my face. The phone screen light was not so bright so she moved closer to my face to check but somehow our noses collide so I tried to smile but instead she kissed me. I couldn’t resist her so I pulled her over and kissed her. Luckily no one came out so we continue kissing and I lifted her and brought her into her room. I asked her if it’s okay for us to have sex and to my surprise she agreed so I fucked her.
The next morning I woke up and went to the bathroom to pee and saw that the front of my trousers was red with blood stain. I realized that I took her virginity that night. I asked her if it was her first time and she said yes.
After that we had sex again for about 5-6 times.
She’s married now and has five children. She always calls me cas 😊

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I was an adult, with sharp articulation and a sharper mind. A grade A student. A nibbling curiosity at the back of my mind, always wanting to know more, discovery is a joy. Curious, I was.
I remember the first time he invited me to his house. I don't remember where I was exactly, probably going about my day in our compound as usual. "wanna come over, I want to show you something" Sure, why not. I always admired how curious I was. "wait here" I sat down, the wooden seat was where I always sat as it was good manners. Something slipping off, a cold feeling, then warm, the first touch, scrambling in a new sensation which I haven't been able to recognize yet. Nodding in agreement to the increasing intensities of the levels of the game we were playing. Curious, I was.
I went back by myself the next time, Curious of the new discovery. A surprised look he gave me, nonetheless menacing. The same seat, levels rising, heart beats fast, this time was different from the last but I'm not sure how. I want to know how. "don't tell anyone, alright?" Curious, I was.
Seconds to months, every new type of sensation is filling up the curiosity in my head and leaving it empty at the same time. I am used to this source of ecstasy now. Addicted. Twice a day? Maybe three. Everything else started to become boring, my thoughts always drifting to when he'll comeback and teach me something new. The best type of something new. A new playground. Curious, I was.
He whispered to his friend about what we just finished doing as I came in to the living room and was sitting down. Didn't he notice I was a curious one yet? I sense something eerie. A request presented, refusal followed. This was his sensation to teach me, not a stranger's. Mocking smiles were thrown at my vulnerability. "show me yours, then" I trembled. They just smiled back. I was starting to think we were equals, but I was reminded of how less I was. Much less. I felt sacrificed. I started to insist, they started cackling louder. Cried my lungs out in anguish, in realization, in hurt. Curious, I was.
Nobody should know, I decided. His request. Not an adult anymore, not articulate anymore. Became labeled as the "Silent one." Grade A student because books were a hideaway. The "Smart one." "Easy one." The addiction he planted persisting. Continuing what he taught me to feed the nibbling curiosity he left hungry and empty and cold. Curious, I was.
"….used to be so active, they just grow out of it, am I right? Anyways, the merchant then said….." nobody was asking why. It was just change, they presumed. Curious, I was.
" look at him, he just spends the whole day sitting around and doesn't go out to play or get into fights. He's such an angel." Curious, I was.
"besmam, he's always silent and does what he is told. Look at him, isn't he sweet? Always reading and drawing, look at what he drew the other day……" Curious child, I was.
"essey my obedient child, you have changed for sure…." Curious child, I was.
"what are you thinking about this much? You're only 8 snap out of it and hand me the spatula…." Curios Child, I was.
"your child is an excellent student from all 4th graders as we can see from his report card. But he struggles to make friends and just spends his time alone or in the library…" Curious child, I was.
"you used to act like an adult, like an old witch with your sharp words and fast thinking. You sure grew out of it. ahun jil honk, jezba neger, atawera atsema, eyesemahegn new aydel…." Curious child, I was.
"I'm breaking up with you, you're so weird..." Curious child, I was.
"look how fat he got…." Curious child, I was.
"he's a loser now…." Curious child, I was.
Curious child, I am.

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#0575

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I was going too much into interfaith stuff through telegram since I was back in my country Nepal. Dreaming of muslims and even i used to search Muslim c*ck pics in google and even used to masterbate imagining them. This started as fun in my life but idk when it started me to make such a desperate girl for muslim guys. Especially arab guys. It was going like this for more than 7-8 months and then I came to UK where I could turn my dream into reality without any issues.

I already had my bf back in my country and luckily where I used to work as a waitress the manager was a morocco muslim plus white like arab. I got my perfect match and honestly the day i discovered he was a Muslim i fell for him and wanted to fuck him.

The main reason of liking him was, he was very dominant and I wanted someone like him to submit myself. I tried to talk about my desire with him but couldn’t because of several reasons and especially I was not quite sure about having sex with my manager.

Back from my heart I was wishing to get him and luckily I got chance.
He decided to left the company and join another one and on his last day of working there, he invited us for a drink on pub and then I thought this is my chance, just go for it, I started being close to him, acting drunk and touching him, I think he wanted me as well and even he invited me to his house for food and some more drinks and I said yes very instantly.

We went to his home, he got some vodka and I had one shot, he asked me for food and I said no, I acted like I was sleepy and he took me to his room. He opened his all clothes and came with shorts and then later i started giving hints to him. He started touching my body and came so close to me and I kissed him. After that he was unstoppable. He went directly onto opening all my clothes so aggressively and just made me suck his dick, it was big and he was being brutal from beginning just as I imagined. He then fucked me so hard. He cummed first inside me. Again started kissing me and again fucked me and i think it was almost 5 in the morning and he was like a monster slapping me all over my faces and bodies. It was so pleasing and later we felt asleep and in the afternoon he woke me up. We again fucked when we were not drunk and then he dropped back to my place.

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#0576

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. I've been straight my whole life, never even entertained the idea of anything with another guy. But a few months ago I got into the hotwife/cuckold scene after a friend mentioned it casually. The thrill of being the bull—confident, in control, giving a wife what her husband can't—hit different. After some vetting on a private Discord, I finally set up a meet with a couple in their late 30s. She was gorgeous, curvy, and clearly excited. He was polite, respectful, and made it clear he was there to watch and serve.
We started slow at their place with drinks, good conversation, and clear boundaries. Consent was sexy as fuck—everyone on the same page. When things moved to the bedroom, I took my time with her. Teasing, building that tension until she was moaning my name and begging. Her husband sat in the chair at first, then moved closer like we'd discussed. I was deep in her, pounding steady, lost in how tight and wet she felt. The energy in the room was electric.
At one point I pulled out to switch positions and catch my breath. She was on all fours, ass up, and as I repositioned, my cock—slick with her juices—slid right across his face. He didn't pull away. In the heat of the moment, with her whimpering for me to keep going, I felt his mouth close around the head. Just the tip at first. I froze for half a second... but fuck, the visual of his wife watching him take me while I was supposed to be claiming her? It was intense. I didn't push, but I also didn't stop it. I let him suck me clean for maybe 20-30 seconds, sliding in and out of his mouth while she encouraged us both. Then I pulled back, got hard as steel again, and went right back into her—harder this time.
I stayed straight in my head the whole time. It wasn't about him; it was about the power dynamic, her pleasure, and that raw, filthy shared moment. He swallowed what I gave him when I finally finished (not in his mouth, but close enough that some got there during the cleanup). Afterward we all decompressed like adults—no weirdness, just aftercare and laughs.
I'm still processing it. Never thought I'd cross that line even accidentally, but it didn't freak me out like I expected. The whole experience was liberating in a weird way. Has anyone else had that "straight bull but the moment happened" story? How did it shift things for you?

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Hey guys. So I have this guy who we were dating. After sometime I get to know him and getting comfortable around him. It reached some point and I started trusting him to the point I started be open with him. One day while we are relaxing together I decided to open up about this wound I've been carrying. I tell him about how my uncle raped me and along the story he starts having an erection. I'm there feeling hurt and vulnerable while you're have fantasies with my trauma🤷‍♀

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I was 19 years old during my drop year after finishing 12th grade. Our next-door neighbor was a woman who was 17 years older than me. She was a very close friend of my mother and used to visit our house from time to time. She had never gotten married, though I never knew the reason.

Gradually, I started liking her. She used to joke around with me, and I would also tease her playfully.

There was a small bathroom attached to our balcony. It had a tiny hole from which I could see the terrace of her house. Every morning she would come up to the terrace to hang clothes out to dry. Whenever I went to the bathroom in the morning, I would secretly watch her through that hole, and I used to masturbate while looking at her. This continued for many days.

One day, she noticed that I had gone completely bald and asked, "Why did you shave your head completely?" I replied, "Just like that." She smiled and said, "It doesn't look good. No girl will like you like this." I immediately replied, "But you'll like me, won't you?" She became embarrassed, smiled, and said, "Why would I like you?" Then she left.

Later, she called my mother's phone. My mother was asleep, and I happened to have her phone, so I answered it. I told her that my mother was sleeping. Then I jokingly asked her again, "You'll like me, won't you?" She laughed and said, "Why? What did you even see in me?" I replied, "There must be something." After that, we kept talking, and eventually I gave her my phone number.

After talking for a few days, I told her that I wanted a kiss. She laughed and asked, "What happens by kissing?" After I kept asking her for many days, she finally agreed.

One day she came to my house. Only my mother was at home, although we lived in a joint family. My mother was in another room. She came into my room on the pretext of some work, and I kissed her six or seven times. Then I hugged her tightly. She asked me, "Do you love me?" I replied, "Yes."

A few days later, I asked her for another kiss. She came again, but this time many people were at home, so I couldn't do anything while we were inside the room. As she was leaving, I stopped her on the staircase, kissed her, and grabbed her breasts tightly. At that moment, my uncle's 10-year-old son was sitting on the upper stairs. He saw both of us. She immediately pushed me away and quickly left. When I looked upstairs, he was sitting there pretending that he hadn't seen anything. I never asked him whether he had seen us, and he also never said anything.

Later, she called me and said she was very scared that he might tell someone. I convinced her that he wouldn't say anything because we knew him well. Thankfully, he never told anyone.

After some time, I started wanting to have sex with her. I called her and kept trying to convince her, and eventually she agreed. Her house was right next to ours, and she had a room at the front of the house. One hot afternoon, at around 1:30 p.m., when the road outside was almost empty, I quickly went into her room.

I laid her down on the bed and started kissing her. Then I took off my clothes and became physically intimate with her. After a while, I performed oral sex on her for the first time. She became very aroused and started moaning. Then she performed oral sex on me. I was about to climax, and I ejaculated in her mouth. After that, I laid her down again and rubbed my penis against her vagina for a while until she became more aroused. Then I slowly penetrated her. At first, she cried out in pain, which frightened me, so I stopped for a moment. After a short while, I continued slowly and gently. Eventually, she started enjoying it, and after some time I went back home.

We continued having sex like that for about six months. Later, I moved away for higher studies. At first, we used to talk on the phone occasionally, but after some time I completely stopped talking to her because I knew there was no future for our relationship. I was also afraid that if either of our families ever found out, it would create serious problems. Even now, whenever I go back home, I talk to her only in front of everyone and treat her just like an aunt and my mother's close friend.

That is the end of the story.

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Hi, I’m from Bhopal, and I just want to confess something that I’ve kept to myself for a long time.
A while ago, I used to randomly go up to my terrace in the evenings, usually around 6–7 PM. Right across from my terrace was a boy’s house, and he used to come to his terrace too. Somehow, we started noticing each other. We would silently look at each other from our terraces, and this continued for quite some time.
But the truth is, we never spoke to each other—not even once. We never even said “Hi.” We never introduced ourselves, exchanged contact information, or had any actual conversation. I don’t know his name, I don’t know his social media, and I have absolutely no way of contacting him.
He used to sit on a blue chair, and I would look at him, smile, and sometimes blush without even realizing it. ❤️ Later, I started seeing him while he was passing through my colony too. Those tiny, silent moments somehow became very special to me, even though nothing was ever said between us.
Then, suddenly, he stopped coming to the terrace. Eventually, I stopped seeing him around my street too. It has been almost seven months now. Sometimes I see his brother, but I still haven’t seen him.
I don’t know why I miss someone I never even spoke to. Maybe some people become special without ever actually becoming a part of our lives. Sometimes, a few silent glances can leave a deeper impression than a thousand conversations.
I still find myself wondering where he is and whether I’ll ever see him again. I don’t know his name, I don’t have his number, I don’t have his Instagram, and I have no way to reach him. All I have are these little memories of those evenings.
He is tall, usually wears shirts, has long hair that he often ties back, and wears an earring in his right ear. These may seem like such small details, but somehow, I still remember them all.
I don’t know if our paths will ever cross again. Maybe we’ll meet someday, maybe we won’t. But I’ll always keep a little hope that one day, completely unexpectedly, I’ll see him again.
And wherever you are, I genuinely hope you’re happy, safe, and doing well.
I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, but if you do, I just want you to know—someone still remembers those quiet evenings, those silent glances, and the smile that was never followed by a “Hi.”
Wherever you are, be happy… and if life ever gives us another chance, maybe this time we’ll finally say hello. ❤️

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So I had sex with my friend in gym

So I am 24 girl I usually don’t go to gym my body is ok like I am slim I have a friend on my Instagram he used to go anytime fitness I can’t take the name were this gym is located but I just texted him were is this gym it’s so good nd all that stuff
So he said why don’t u join then after a week I joined that gym we used to do workout together we used to go around 12-4 at noon
At that time mostly old people came or no one is there in the gym the changing room was same for both genders. So he used to touch me give me support btw we were friends for 3 years he used to see my glutes touch my waist while giving me support one day while changing clothes I opened the door
Idk what happened we both started kissing each other then it just became a habit whenever we both find empty gym we do our workout nd change cloths together nd we had fun together inside till date no one has caught us.

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I once had sex during a bombing

I live in Israel and share a Tel-Aviv apartment with my girlfriend. We are in constant gratitude for being together during this horrifying reality.
One morning, as she was finishing a phone call with her father, recommending that we try to live normally, according to our daily routines and with as little fear & scrolling as possible - so we decided to take a shower together.
While taking her clothes off, I was suddenly saturated with a thirst for her, we threw ourselves at the couch and got it on.
Less than a few thrusts & moans later, we saw the windows shaking from the vibrations of a distant, yet very loud wave of bombings.
We held each other very tightly, she asked if I came - I didn't. "can I?" I asked her. She said yes, though it was clear that she's super nervous.
Right after, as I squeezed her again, all I could think of was: "there's people who live in peaceful countries that will never get to experience this kind of sex, kind of an achievement".

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Sometimes it's easier to quit.
Just don't quit...
You gotta be heaven, if you wanna see heaven
May peace...be with you

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I am 28F marned, came to my home for a month, my room is now became a store room, so I had to shift to my brother's room, so at night we were laying on bed using our phones normally, i was wearing a top and shorts, my cleavage was visible normally, he was also wearing a short and tshirt then after sometime he removed his tshirt and was only in shorts, i didn't care, was just using my phone, then we showed some memes to each other then I was showing him a reel in my phone, he was leaning towards me, i could notice him looking at my cleavage, but i ignored as its normal but the moment i saw his boner, I felt like goosebumps. I went to washroom and I saw myself in mirror how hot I was looking, I was confused if his boner was for me, I went back on bed, my mind was continuously craving to see his body his abs chest and obviously that boner, then showed him some more reels in my phone to notice how much he leans on me and if he notices my cleavage, I didn't what to feel that way but i was feeling it, and was unable to stop thinking it in a sexual way fck it was a crazy feeling honestly never though I would feel this way and feel it like pleasure. wow!

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I began sharing pictures of my wife online. She is 26and east asian. Iloved how men commented on her, pleasured themselves to her, wished they were fucking her. Every time she was saved or shared i would get so scared but the fear turned me on so much i coupd cum from that alone.

She caught mr sharing it in telegram once and was horrified. I told her it was only to people i trusted and had known for years. Next time we were having sex she really got into it, i tied her up and she looked at me, told me she had a bad idea and asked me if i wanted to take pictures. I have been sharing her even more to communities since then and cannot stop now. I am completely addicted.

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I am 38 from Edinburgh, recently i had a passionate intimacy with my husband's boss. He is 59 y.o and some how it felt way better than my husband in bed. We had multiple intimate nights when my husband was away/busy. 30% guilty/ 70% loved it.

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i slept with my professor

two years ago when i was a junior in college i had a fling with my history professor and i havent told anyone about it. it started when i went to his office hours before the midterm to ask a few questions and we really hit it off. i kept going back each week and we built up a good friendship, talking less and less about class-related things each time. i realized slowly that i was attracted to him, and the feeling was becoming mutual. one afternoon i decided to test the waters and sat in the chair next to him rather than across, and he as we were looking at something in my notebook he put his hand on my thigh and it stayed there for a while. it felt so right. as i left his office that day he said that i should consider getting drinks with him that weekend and it kind of flustered me but i told him id think about it. so that weekend came and we met at a bar a few towns over and we drank and talked and i kind of forgot he was even my professor.
we went back to his apartment and it was a little awkward at first, i wasn’t sure what to do so i just looked at the books on his shelf and he told me about them. i said it was cute how passionate he was about what he studied. he said he’d always found me adorable. we got to making out and then he led me to the bedroom and the rest is well, history.
this continued somewhat regularly over the course of that semester. he told me not to worry about my grade and i reassured him i wasn’t sleeping with him for an A but he gave me one anyway even though i definitely wasn’t the best student haha.

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I deeply regret selling my pics

I (mid 20s F) did it for a few years and while I made a decent amount of money through multiple of platforms, I regret knowing pics of my body is all over the internet. It have since affected all of my intimate relationships over the course of five years. I hate the notion of the internet is forever, but it’s true. Has someone had a similar experience? How did you get over it? Open comments section.

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Confession time:

I got out of rehab for weed and alcohol, 3 months of it, got kicked out of my apartment for a suicide attempt a month prior by people I trusted, was raped by a stranger and then my then bf who thought I cheated on him By my rapist. So a lot of shit,as soon as I got out of rehab met another guy, got into a relationship, physical abuse from him causes me to have a TBI as he got me hooked on meth to which I still crave almost every day.

That's almost been a year come Jan since I used any of it, but I hate that I still crave it even though I'm with my current partner who is amazing, I constantly look for ways to get it but thankfully do not have a supplier. He totally understands the cravings and helps as much as he can and doesn't judge, but with my BPD I feel it's only a matter of time till he gets tired of me and my issues and leaves me despite never showing signs of it.

I just feel guilty as fuck.

Comments are welcome.

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