My confession is that i befriended my neighbor so i can fuck her husband.
I wasnt attracted to him at first, then i seen him mowing the lawn without a shirt. I couldnt believe he was one of the most sexist latinos i ever seen. How can he be so short about 5'0 ft flat and be in amazing shape. Ive nvr been attracted to short men, i browse her facebook and looking at his few shirtless pics makes my pussy throb. I wanna shove my pussy all over his cock, i heard them having sex as our bedroom windows are very close all i can hear was how she kept screaming, and screaming, "omg omg its so good, im gonna cum" hearing that for about 2hrs i came about 3 times my pussy yearns for this short man. With a body like his i bet his dick is huge. Any other ladies ever been attracted to a short man? Dispite being way taller? I can steal more facebook pics too ladies. Im gonna try to get her to send me his nudes or steal them from her phone haha what are neighbors for...

i confess. my friend and i swapped girlfriends after a party

we went to this party and all got pretty drunk. when the party was dying out at around 2am we walked to their apartment nearby just to hang out a bit and sober up before i took my girlfriend home.

we got to their place turned on the tv and sat on the couch. his gf (A) complained about her bra being uncomfortable so her bf (B) said to take it off. i didnt expect her to do it there in front of us while it was still under her shirt. my gf and (A) started talking about bras and my gf took hers off too but she was too drunk to do it on her own without taking the shirt off so (A) helped her.

at some point a few minutes after my gf commented on her boobs so (A) showed us. we were all drunk so i dont know if (A) fully knew what she was doing but i suspect this was just her being really drunk. (B) said since i saw his gf's boobs he should see mine. i disagreed and so did my gf. (A) joined her bf and kinda pressured my gf into doing it and pulled her shirt up.

at this point (B) took his off too and said "we should have a shirtless party". i took off mine too since its no big deal im a guy. (A) commented on my shirtless chest and touched it and said i could touch her boobs if i wanted to. i looked at my gf and she said she didnt care. i looked at (B) and he didnt seem to care. i grabbed (A)'s boobs and (B) right away grabbed my gf's boobs.

next thing i know (A) took off her pants and showed us her thong. my gf was hesitant to take her pants off and i didnt want her to but (A) kept pushing. within 5 minutes none of us were wearing pants.

i dont remember if it was (A) or (B) that said we should have a 4some i was pretty damn drunk still. i do remember (A) blowing me and me looking at my gf who didnt seem happy.

(B) started touching my gf and i wasnt comfortable with that so i told my gf we can stop. i remember (A) still on her knees blowing me and my gf came next to her stroking me and taking turns with (A) while (B) was behind them fingering both. in the moment it was so hot.

after i came i started to grab my underwear and was filled with regret. we ended up stopping but slept over their house.

the morning after we all ate cereal together as if nothing happened but i cant stop thinking about (B) touching my gf. it bothers me.

thats my confession and i cant tell it to anybody i know. its 100% true and happened last thursday.

I've sent my GF of 8 months, a few pics of me shirtless with a boner under my boxers. I'm athletic and work out, she's average not skinny not fat. She once sent me an up close of her unbuttoned shirt showing part of her bra when I demanded her send me a pic. A couple nights ago I ask if she had anything after I sent a pic, she says no.

Should I dump her? (PS we fuck a lot, she sucks me off a lot, but doesnt turn me on anymore)

Okay so this is an odd post but here it goes. My sister is into me, I can tell because she has shirtless pics of me on her phone and stuff like that. Constantly makes sexual remarks and bends over / shows cleavage shit like that. When I show interest in other women, she gets incredibly jealous, her favorite sentence is "Oh she looks like me". She likes to have control over people. Anyways, how do I turn that around? like have some fun with it along the way. I usually act angry and ignore it, but I don't want to do that anymore. We are going to see bad moms the movie late night tomorrow. Any suggestions? the movie is laced with sexual jokes and what not. Picture I attached is her.

The unspoken truth about sluts and creepshots, by a woman

Listen up, you dumb bitches, you stupid cunts. You think you're all innocent, dressing in those skin-tight leggings and skirts so short you might as well be showing your fucking snatch? Wake the fuck up. When you get dressed, you know exactly how much of your ass or tits are going to be on display. You're not fucking stupid; you know what you're doing when you bend over in public like a bunch of cock-teasing whores.Creepshotters are just capturing what you're already putting out there for free. If you don't want your slutty ass plastered all over the internet, cover up, you dumb whores. It's that simple. You wear those leggings where every fucking curve is screaming 'look at me,' or that skirt where one bend shows off your thong - you're practically begging for the camera, you dumb bitches.Now, let's talk about this empowerment bullshit. You claim you're empowered when you dress like you're looking for a fuck, then cry when someone takes notice? What a load of crap. Creepshots are just a compliment, a way of saying you've got a body worth looking at. You want attention? Here's your fucking attention. But then comes the whining about privacy and consent, acting like fucking hypocrites. You know exactly what you're showing off, and if you didn't want to be noticed, you wouldn't dress like you're in heat.Creepshotters are merely taking what you're offering on a silver platter. Stop pretending you don't know how much you're flaunting. You dumb bitches are so fucking clueless. If you can't handle the attention, don't dress like a slut. This isn't about misogyny; it's about you being too fucking stupid to understand the reality. We control our image, and if we choose to look like we're begging for it, we should own that shit.So, creepshotters are just documenting your exhibitionism for everyone to enjoy. If you're out there showing off your pussy or ass, you're inviting the world to take a look. Don't act shocked when someone does. Women have always used their bodies to get what they want; this is just the modern, trashy version.In public, you're fair game. Dressing like that in public is consent to be part of the show. You think you're empowered by showing off? No, you're just empowering creeps to take your picture. If you like being objectified, at least admit it. Men can walk around shirtless and it's fine, but you dumb bitches cry when your ass gets photographed. Equal fucking rights, right?Creepshotting is just freedom of expression. We're appreciating your slutty display. Society's getting more open about sex; creepshots are just part of that. You're part of this shift, so quit your bitching.You stupid, dumb women need to get this through your thick skulls: if you dress like whores, expect to be treated like whores. Creepshotters are just giving you what you've been asking for, so shut the fuck up about it. If you don't like it, change how you dress, you dumb cunts. Stop playing the victim when you're the ones putting on the show.

I confess that I have the huge fucking urge to kidnap my ex girlfriend and use her sexually, now I know you guys are probably thinking it would be rape..but Im sure the little slut would enjoy it. She still calls me every time she gets in a fight with her fat hippie boyfriend and I go for runs around her neighborhood shirtless at the same time she walks her dogs (we only live 2 miles away) Anyone have any ideas of how I could do this? a friend of mine told me about chloroform but how the fuck can I get that? and what about the dose? I don't want to fucking kill her..I just want to give her enough to knock her out, take her to my apartment and have some good ol fun, any ideas would be highly appreciated... I don't even know what to say to get her to hang out with me!! All I know is that this girl was a keeper...she loved taking it in the ass, she swallowed and had the sickest rape and daughter fantasies ever. I am pretty sure once she gains consciousness and sees her self tied to our old bed (we lived together) she is going to enjoy getting fucked again by me. Of course..I will post pictures if this happens :). I had pics of her all over the net when we were together but out of respect I took them all out by her request when we broke up...I re assure you guys if this happens she would be more than willing to see her self being jacked off too on the net.

I really want to fuck my friends wife …I would never make a move I respect my friend so much but her ass and tits are amazing and she has a goofy personality she smacked my ass plenty times has brother sister energy she wears no bras around me …she face timed me before …I have her snap I want to do the typical woops send a shirtless pic but idk or I just want to smack her ass one day when we are alone she bends over a lot …as anyone had this issue or anyone went through with it ?

So I visit my in laws once month since my wife and I were dating. Now married for over a year I'am very close to the entire family love each one them. Her brother is 19 average looking boy but I never seen him with a girl. He always with his friend also male and they always playing on the x-box or 360 what ever they are called lol. Anyways there is a no door lock policy at the house unless in bathroom, this night I went talk to my bro in law when I went to get in fdoor was lock when he answered he was shirtless (not out or norm)for him. Bit when I came in his room smelled sweaty musty both him and his friend were shirtless I kinda smiled asking what you guys doing why you both so sweaty. Me being curious and bi assumed (sex)lol. They both said oh playing video games. In back my mind I pictured them fucking and sucking cocks. It kinda turned me on a little. But next morning when he in shower I went in his room found his phone. Going through it found the atttatched pic. I istantly got hard and my suspension are right. So how do I confront him with out making him feel wierd how do I get in on the action any ideas. Thought of taking a pic my cock with his phone leaving it what you think.

Quick confession about my holiday with the family, quite a series of pleasing events. So it started with me snooping through my moms phone and i found a trove of pics which once i can get them saved u will see. Then as i go downstairs to grab an extra chair i see my aunts tits because shes shirtless with the doors open. Later in the night i made an excuse and went to my aunts room later where i jerk off to hers and her daughters dirty panties. My family are all sexual deviants though and its surprising i havent hooked up with more than a few of my family when i was younger

I love anonymously masturbating on cam for girls, especially girls I know, but it's getting harder and harder. I have an anonymous msn, yahoo and skype address I use especially for this. If a girl hasn't given me her msn, I might find it off of facebook or through forwarded emails. Haven't done this for a long time though, as msn doesn't seem so popular anymore, and I guess with all the bots people don't accept addresses they don't recognise.

Anyway, my mom has only recently started using computers, and I just set her up with skype recently. I added my anonymous skype to her friends list on a whim. I stay back late at work, and one night I got really horny. A horrible idea went into my head and I signed into skype. My mom was online. She has never seen my office, and she hasn't seen me shirtless for a long long time let alone naked.

She was of course curious who I was and how I was on her friends list. She is computer naive enough that I could bullshit her easily enough. As far as she was concerned I was just some bored guy looking to kill time. Chatted a bit and then I called her. She rejected it saying she didn't want to talk. I told her I just wanted to show her something. So I tried again and she accepted. By this stage I was naked and jacking off. I made sure my mic was off so I wouldn't reveal myself via voice. My face obviously wasn't showing. She asked me why I was doing this (via chat, she refused to talk though I could hear her breathing and typing). I told her it's just something that turned me on, and I asked her to please let me continue. She replied that she thought it was stupid but she didn't hang up. Had a bit more small talk, but I basically just went for it and she watched til I came.

I have now masturbated for her maybe once a week now for just over a month. Not sure how much longer I can keep it up. She asks to see my face, I refuse. She asks for me to turn my mic on and I tell her I don't have any. She in turn refused to use her mic, but the last couple of times she has (she decided my cam for her voice was an ok trade). I have tried to convince her to get a cam but this is unlikely with me refusing to use mic or show my own face. The first time I convinced her to use the mic she didn't say much, but I heard her panting as she masturbated whilst watching me masturbate.

The second time she spoke, talking dirty to me, telling me what she wanted to do to my cock, what she wanted me to do to her. Still a bit awkward though since only she was talking and I was typing.

But it's my mom. Talking dirty to me. And watching me masturbate. And masturbating at the same time. This is hotter than all my other encounters (some ex class mates, teachers, work mates, cousins etc).

I’ve got a hot cousin and I didn’t know it till our grandma died.

My family wasn't close with the other relatives. They lived 12 hours away, across a lot of states. Snow dumped on us every year, much like how my mom’s siblings used to dump on her as kids, and they were basking in the sun complaining of freezing fingers when it’s sweatshirt weather, you know? We visited my grandparents' at Christmas every year and if the schedules coincided, I’d see a few relatives. I don’t know most of their names. I’ve got 30 cousins including wives and second cousins (that’s the kid of a cousin, right?).

So after my grandma was done fighting cancer, we had a funeral. It was really sad and I don’t mean to cheapen the sentiment with literotica, but this was the first time I saw many of my cousins and learned a lot of names that I’ve forgotten since. But not Arya’s.

Arya is not her real name. I’m a Game of Thrones fan and GoT has a bit of incest and Arya’s my favorite character and so why not call my hot cousin Arya? It’s kind of close to her actual name. I’ll be changing everyone’s names to whatever, but Arya gets a special explanation for hers. She deserves it.

I drove the 3 hours from college to my parent’s then another 5 to my grandparents’ town. I was a mess. It hadn’t hit emotionally, but I was low energy in the midst of studying for finals next week and this was the first funeral I’d been to since I was 8 and went in my spiderman pajamas. Basically I didn’t have funeral clothes.

When we showed up, I was in a dark shirt and jeans, looking somber, till a relative I didn’t know, this fat bustling aunt in a floral print shirt, came up to hug my mom then my dad then me. She knew me! “Oh, James,” she said as she smothered me. “You’re so big now.” She was warm and friendly so I put on a big smile as I said, “Hi…”

Luckily my mom saved me and said, “I’m going to talk to your Aunt Sarah. Will you go put our coats down?”

My relatives are country folk living in the South. They’ve all got that accent. I’m more of a city guy. And I felt a little uncomfortable, maybe superior in my arrogance, around these bumpkins. And I’m generally shy.

So I sat in the fold out metal chairs with my parents’ coats and just kind of looked around, uncomfortable, and checked my phone. My college girlfriend had recently decided we were better friends than anything else. Which was fine and all, but well, I didn’t want to text her about this. It’d probably guilt her into some comfort sexting, but I wasn’t feeling so bold at the time. Now years later, well, different story. I think I just opened Angry Birds and played a few games while sitting in front of the closed casket. It was adorned with a wreath and there was a corkboard of photos of her at all ages, though most were her as Grandma. And a group of people I didn’t recognize examined the photos, blocking my view. They were dressed appropriately in dark suits or dresses.

The group came over and asked who I was and asked if I was so-and-so’s kid and I was and I asked who they were and who their parents were and all that. It was three girls and two guys. One of the girls and both guys were my cousins, and you could see the family resemblance, round-face, curly hair, pudgy, and the other girls were their dates. I didn’t know anyone brought dates to a wake. But I felt okay again having checked out the ladies’ asses, though one had been my cousin’s.

We talked for a little bit about the last time I saw them. A Christmas when we were kids, though one swore it was Thanksgiving but I told him, “No, no, we always have Thanksgiving at home.”

That kind of turned them off.

We were the family that never visited. All of them lived near my grandparents, and when my grandma got sick, all pitched in. All my family did was offer to pay bills till it got to the end then Mom came for a visit.

Anyway, they walked away to talk to other cousins.

I was in my early 20s and so were those cousins, but we had older ones. And this man in his 30s with curly hair and a little extra fat especially on his cheeks entered with this stunning blonde, I assumed he was my cousin.

Oh no.

They came up the corkboard, attached one of their photos, and I introduced myself and asked him who he was related to.

He was this bumbling guy. “Well, her. Ha, ha. I mean, we’re in a relationship—married, so I guess her.”

The stunning woman in this tight black dress that was strapless and squeezed her breasts so the pendant of her silver necklace rested in her sun-kissed cleavage complete with tanlines from a bikini laughed and said, “I’m Dana’s daughter. Arya.”

Dana was the oldest of my mom’s siblings and had gotten pregnant in high school, or maybe right after.

“Who are you?” she asked.

I told her and she said, “Oh! Remember when I was testing my make-up on you? Why is that so fun to do to little boys tied up? God, I must’ve been in high school then and you were maybe in Kindergarten?”

“I think I’m repressing that memory,” I told her.

“Aw, was it that traumatizing? You were crying…”

“You know kids. Always crying till someone kisses it better.”

“I tried that!” She didn’t have an accent. That awful Southern rural accent. Sorry, but you’re talking like Huck Finn, it’s hard to sound educated. It drives me nuts. But she had shed hers.

“You’d think I’d remember that.” I was smiling a lot. You know when you meet someone and it just clicks and you want it to click because hey, they’re hot? That’s how it was and because I had no relationship with her prior, ogling her, flirting a little, smiling like an idiot didn’t feel wrong. But doing all of that at a wake for our grandma did. “It’s too bad about Grandma,” I said.

She hugged me. I hugged back. Then her husband joined in and it got uncomfortable.

My parents came round and said, “Sorry about his clothes. He’s fresh from college—second year half way done! And he grew out of all his dress clothes.”

Arya volunteered to take me. “I don’t know where I’m going or anything, but I’ll get him looking spiffy. We can catch up.”

When we got in her car, a used Lincoln, probably fancy a decade ago but now all it boasted was a large backseat and seat warmers, she let her hair down from its tie. “Oh god thank you for coming under dressed. We’re just going to cruise for a bit because I can’t be in there mingling with Tom, Dick, Harry, whatever their names are. Right after high school, I got a scholarship to Florida and never wanted to go back. All those hick accents!”

“Yeah!” I said. “Like Huckleberry Finn!”

“Sure…”

“You know, Tom Sawyer. Deep Missouri Valley country hick accent. Sorry, I’m an English major.”

“And you’re smart! You are the blessing of this trip. I don’t really read so no clue what you’re talking about but keep talking. It’s helping me unclench for the first time since hearing I’d have to come.”

So we talked in the car about how awful the family was, the cousins, aunts, uncles, their divorces. She knew a lot of scandals I hadn’t heard like one of our uncles was in prison for a sexual offense, but even she didn’t know what. He wasn’t here today. Another was a junkie, in and out of rehab. Then we got to grandma and grandpa and both agreed they were the only good parts of the family.

“Other than us, of course,” I said.

“You’re definitely a blessing.”

“And blessed to be in this car.” I meant to imply with her more strongly, but something snapped me out of the flirty attitude, and I added, “Away from them.”

She smiled at me and we got quiet for a bit and she turned on the radio as we drove through the small town. It was near Christmas. Decorations were up. There wasn’t any snow. I told her we got like two feet last week and still had classes. She asked where I went to college. I told her to visit any time she wanted. I found out she was a helicopter medical evac personnel. She didn’t fly the helicopter, but she was the nurse or paramedic in back treating whomever.

Finally we got to a shop that sold suits and dresses. One stop fancy shopping. I had my mom’s credit card, but I didn’t think she intended to get me a full-on suit. It’d be my first. But Arya told me we were just getting the off-the-rack stuff. It wouldn’t be too much.

So I tried on some things she picked out and I came out of the dressing room still doing up my belt because the pants were too wide at the waist and were just sliding down off and dragging on under the heels of the dress shoes. We looked at how deflated I looked in the mirror.

“Get those off and we’ll get you the next size down.” She rolled down the waist to see the tag and what size they were. “I’ll bring you the next ones.”

I went back in the dressing room and took them off. I was just in my boxers and undershirt when she came in. Just barged on in through the swinging doors. I tried being natural about it, like I wasn’t uncomfortable or having dirty thoughts, but then she whipped out the measuring tape. “Put these on.” I did and she started measuring my seams. The outer one first. She told me to stop fidgeting as she was on her knees touching my thigh. Then the inner seem. “I used to work in one of these suit shops during college. The way we measured our special customers was to do the right in-seam, then cup *it* and move it over and measure the other side.” She laughed at the joke (I think she was kidding) and I thought about our dead grandmother so I wouldn’t twitch beneath the pants.

Then she helped me on the shirt and I buttoned all but the top two. She looked at it and buttoned them both, then unbuttoned the top. It was a little too big so she told me to get it off and before it was off, she starts pressing up against me trying to get at the tag in the collar to see the neck size. I think it was like 17 ¾.

She came back with a smaller shirt for me and a few dresses for her. They were a little more modest than the little black dress she had squeezed into. “I’m almost as unprepared for funerals as you. I bought this for a dinner party and a self-esteem boost. Sometimes you pay extra for that.”

I was shirtless and she was looking at herself in the mirror, checking herself out, and I was thinking she shouldn’t need to pay for it looking like she does.

Curvy and sun-kissed and blonde and tall and just perfect. The kind of girl you get a crush on even if you’ve just met her and found out she’s your cousin.

And I felt her back against me. “Oh sorry,” she said. Right against my crotch. With that perfect ass.

I couldn’t help it! I might have rubbed up against her a little with my erection.

“Is that what I think it is?” she said, laughing nervously but not moving away.

“Sorry.” I also stayed there.

“No, thank you for the compliment. Okay, I’m going to try these on now.”

I stayed, confused, horny, hopeful.

“Wait out there? I’ll be real quick.”

Damn. So I sat in the chair outside, hoping it’d subside, when she came out and we paid for everything and got in her car and left.

I was feeling pretty embarrassed that I’d “made a move.” Yeah that was the best move I had. Pressing against her like it was an accident, but both of us probably knowing it wasn’t. She knew. She kicked me out as she changed. She didn’t even try them on for me or any other little hints. The drive back was quiet. Awkward.

And when the funeral home was in sight, we pulled off onto a dirt road. This was a farming town with a lot of forests and field entrances and just places that a high schooler might go with his girl to makeout. She pulled into the dead end where we were covered in shade, just past a bend so we could hear trucks drive past on the main road, but not see them.

“Okay, we better do this before getting there,” she said.

My hope was restored.

Then she added, “Get changed.”

Hope tarnished.

“50 people talking about the dead, suddenly sad, rushing to the bathrooms. There’s no way we could change there. And wouldn’t want to do it in the parking lot where someone would see.”

“Sure, a relative seeing would be awkward,” I said.

“Yeah?” she said laughing.

“Yeah…”

“Then let’s make it awkward.”

I don’t know what she was thinking or what she imagined would come of it or what I should’ve done, but she stripped off that top awful fast. Let those breasts loose. No bra. A black thong. And I stared and she stared back and I started getting my shirt off and pants and I reached for my new clothes but she pulled something from her bag. New boxer-briefs. Real tight ones. She just threw them at me. Once I was naked she looked at me, erect, then stared me in the eyes. She was still naked except for that thong. I don’t want to forget the shape of her breasts, the size, how the tan-lines colored them, how they jiggled, her ass, the birthmark or any of that, but that was years ago. Details fade, get edited. I think her tits are bigger in my head now.

But her devilish smile. I can’t forget that.

Finally, she said, “Let’s get those clothes on. They’ll be calling soon, wondering if we ditched.”

And it was over. She dressed. I got a little peek at that booty, but not much, and when we went in for the wake, her dressed more modestly, my erection hidden till we got to the service and it died down. My mom and her siblings and my grandfather gave their eulogies and I cried and we buried grandma. Then we all went to lunch at some diner where even the table was greasy.

I wanted to sit by my cousin, but I had to sit by my parents and they wanted to sit by some fat aunt that kept asking about my future and so on.

I didn’t get to talk to my cousin till it was time to leave. “I’m serious about coming to visit. Any time you want. It’s beautiful in the fall. All the leaves changing.”

“Sure, sure,” she said.

“Or the spring is good. Tons of flowers. Ever heard of Dutch pantaloons? It might be a local name, but they make the campus smell so much better. Hides the BO and stale weed stench.”

“I’ll think about it.” God, she had to have smelled my desperation for more, but she wasn’t obliging. Fine, I can take a hint. A woman says no, you just have to let go, right?

“Have a safe trip,” I said and waved like I was leaving.

But she pulled me in for a hug, saying “You too,” then when I was pressed up against that perfect tanned body, she heaved her hot breath into my ear and said, “Think about me some time…”

Oh I have… a lot.