I confess I am drinking a Raspberry Chocolate Mocha right now

I was adopted at a very young age to a very normal, albeit large, family. I'm one of seven. Being adopted has never been a problem for me. It hasn't brought along identification problems and such. I do remember when my parents decided to take in another child. She's my foster sister. She was bounced around between several different families for the same reoccurring problem. She would pit the father and mother against each other so that they would argue and fight. She would appear cute, innocent, and loveable to the father, and yet she was mean, hurtful, and aggressive towards the mother. My parents figured that they would be able to calm this child down and give her the steady family life that every child deserves.

We lived in a two family house that had three floors. My parents' bedroom was on the second floor, as well as the bedroom for the foster sister. My room was on the third floor. Space was never a problem, but privacy was at a premium with nine people living on two floors. Each floor had its own complete bathroom. The third floor proved to be the most private.

I was eight when she was first introduced into the family. She was fourteen. I'm Korean and she was Filipino. I never had an asian role model growing up. Almost immediately she took that role. I would try to be around her, hang out with her, talk to her, and just tag along with her whenever I could. However, after a while her old habits started again. My parents started to fight and bicker more and more. She was at the center of every argument. But me being only eight years old I didn't fully comprehend the depth of what was happening.

Slowly the fighting stopped and my parents agreed that they would care for her until she became a legal adult, then they would help her to become independent before she turned nineteen. This was decided when she turned sixteen. I was ten.

After dinner I would always go to her room and try to play with her. Sometimes I would get her to come to my room to play different games because I told her I would stop bothering her for the day if she did.

In my room I mentioned that I liked her. This grabbed her attention; she shut and locked the door. She started to probe deeper. She asked me questions like "Do I have a crush on anyone at school? Do I have a girlfriend? Have I ever kissed a girl? Have I seen a girl naked?" Of course I answered that I never had to a girlfriend and kissing a girl. I told her I've seen naked women on the playboy channel.

The next thing I knew the sister that I adored pulled down her tank top and pulled out the first pair of naked, real life, in person boobs I have ever seen. Her mocha skin, what I know to be B cups now, and dark nipples had me. I was like silly puddy in her hands and she knew it. I didn't get to touch, and she swatted my hand down when I tried.

Things still appeared to be normal. I spent so much time with her no one was really going to notice if I was away with her, even with the doors closed. Over the next two years, until she moved out, she questioned me further and taught me what sex was.

Some nights she would let me touch her boobs, fondle her nipples, and other nights she would show me her unshaved pussy. Most nights she would touch me. She would take off my pants and touch my penis and balls. She would give me hand jobs even though I wasn't in puberty yet, and she would suck on them.

She had me completely. Every night after dinner she experimented. She bribed me to let her lick my asshole by telling me I could touch her pussy. She licked and stuck her tongue into me while I was on all fours but I never got to touch her pussy. She bribed me again to let her stuck a finger in my butt by saying I could suck on her nipples. She would suck on her finger and slowly work it in to the knuckle and then suck my dick while she fingered me. She let me suckle her tits like I was her baby.

I began to go through puberty by the time she turned eighteen. We would both be naked, she sucking my dick and me not being able to touch her. I would cum in her mouth, she'd spit it out and play with it between her fingers, and then swallow it. She would sit on my face make me eat her out her pussy and asshole.

We never had intercourse. We've done everything except for anal and vaginal sex. Our hands have explored every inch of each others' bodies. I've cum on her face, tits, pussy and asshole. She left and lives on her own now.

With no way to contact her or see her, our sexcapades came to a end. I'm older now I'm going to be married to another girl. I can never forget her though. She probably would still have me completely in her hands even today.

I confess I just had the following for lunch at McDonald's: a Southwest Crispy Chicken Sandwich, a Garden Salad w/ Caesar dressing, and a Raspberry Chocolate Mocha

I confess I want to be a nigger farmer. As a white man, I'm tired of all this pale mocha nonsense being passed off as 'ebony'.

I want to preserve the pure nigger race, and supply to the discerning nigger lover.

Whether you want to slice off a juicy steak from the living rump and fry it on a block of granite at 500 degrees at your table while the still-living animal watches, or watch your wife or sister made airtight by a trio of 10" x 4" nigger cocks - I will provide.

Pale white meat will always be with us - if we don't act, the real nigger may soon be extinct.

Racists - examine your feelings. You don't want them gone - you want to control them.

Let me farm them, breed them, distribute them. Everyone wins.

I confess I love to cross dress as a girl.
To clarify I am straight, but I enjoy pretending to be the opposite gender, especially pretending to be some chick I know and then proceeding to do nasty shit to myself whilst fantasizing.
People have said that I look alittle effiminate, and I ever thought so too myself. I used to be very fat, but I lost more than half my weight to get my current slim, lean figure. However the fats on my chest never burned properly and I now have a minor case of man boobs. Only a few've teased about it so far, but I love them.

Since young I've always had this compulsion to try on my mother's clothing, but the thought that it's my mom's didn't sit well with me so I managed to lay off till now.

It started recently as I got together with a girl and we were at her place when she offered to buy back lunch since I was feeling lazy that noon after lectures. It was only the third time I've been there so i decided to explore.

Couldn't believe my luck when I stumbled upon a stash of her old undies and clothes. Judging from the bra size they were probably a couple of years old ( We're both 19 now).

Before she got back I stowed a few pairs of her undies in my bag, as well as some old clothing. I still keep them, so to list them out: a black/white striped panty, a purple sports bra, a black bra with crisscross straps, a black lace mini skirt, black spaghetti singlet and really short denim pants.

When I got home that day I immediately put them on and was struggling not to get a boner just yet. The final piece to completing this genderbend madness was a mocha brown wig which reached halfway down my neck, kinda short but i like. Stole it just weeks before from my uni's drama association.

I stood infront of my full body mirror and couldn't believe my eyes. 15+ years of desire finally fed. I could barely recognize myself in full "gear".
Till today I frequently shift my mirror up to my bed and slowly strip myself and jerk off. Love it.

I confess that I want an old crush of mine to fuck me hard, tie me, spanking my round ass and fucking me on all fours while telling me he owns my tight pussy and my tight little ass.

I imagine me and him talking and hanging out after not talking for a while, just as friends then I call him over one day just to share some drinks and maybe steak. Before he comes over I decide to finger myself and play with my clit while fantasizing about him fucking me and watching me sucking his hard thick cock. I'm so wrapped up in my fantasy I don't here him walk into my apartment until he opens the door to my room asking what I'm doing. I can't hide my hands fast enough and he sees my shaved little pussy and my wet fingers. I'm embarrassed but he sternly asks what I was doing while smirking. I nervously try to lie but he calls me out on it.

"What were you doing Cae?" Matt asks. I fidget a little not wanting to look Matt in his eyes.

"Nothing.....I was uhh." I begin but Matt strides over to the bed but not before slamming the door to my room.

"Answer me Cae.....were you fingering your tight little mocha pussy? Don't lie I heard you moaning and saying you wanted dick inside you." Matt smirks at me, watching my squirm feeling my pussy get wet and my nipples harden under my tank top. I look up at Matt, my cheeks grow red and when I look down again I notice Matt's dick is rock hard. Mmmm I've been wanting to fuck him since we first met when I was 14, but I knew I was too young. Now I'm 21 and one of my favorite fantasies is coming true.

"I was but it wasn't-"

"Oh well well sweet innocent little Cae wants my cock inside her." Matt taunts me, his cock is straining hard against his jeans. Pulls his shirt off revealing his inked up chest, a sexy very detailed sketch of the Grim Reaper, my pussy squirts under my knee length skirt at the sight. I barely notice that I've spread my legs apart and have leaned back on my bed a little. Matt walks towards me and pulls up by my tank top and kisses my hard. Mmmm he tastes like whiskey, fresh cigars and sweat. With his free hand he grips my ass hard then he pushes me hard on the bed before straddling me and ripping my top off and my skirt. Matt gives my neck a nice hard bite making me squeak with both pleasure and pain.

"Alright Cae....you're mine that tight pussy is mine and your tight ass is mine and only mine. While you've been in here fingering yourself I've been pounding tight brown bunnies wishing they were you. Now I'm not gonna lie little girl, I'm gonna fuck like you're a bitch in heat." he growls before pulling his dick out and shoving it into my tight pussy and immediately fucking me hard.

This'll likely never happen but oh well, girl can dream. Maybe one day I can finally reconnect with this hottie. He's an awesome guy and seems to have his shit together.