I have always been a very sexual person, I guess me being here is proof enough, but I was never promiscuous, more of a serial monogamist. I had three long term relationships, the third being my husband.

Now, since I am here, you can presume, that my libido is very high, and I am here incognito, tickling my imagination, but nothing more, and I have been unfaithful only once, and even then I did not really go through it, and this confession is aimed at that particular incident.

A little prelude, I am in my late 40's, and there was never a shortage of men looking my way, even though I am far from a beauty. This happened at a work event, where one of my colleagues, who I would have never thought would pay any attention to me, started hitting on me, with hints, teasing, joking, you know the drill. He has done that before, and it flattered me, since he is so out of my league, but this time, since we were all, a bit tipsy, he was more open, and direct.

He offered me a ride home, and I accepted, while my heart was pounding out of my chest. During the drive, he reached for my leg, and I did not back out of it, then he took my hand and put it on his crotch - her was ready to go. I felt like I was dreaming, and at the same time I felt huge guilt over the way my body reacted to this situation, because of my husband. When he stopped, a few hundred meters from my building, my hands went for it, without me realising. He tried pulling my head down, but even this was too much, so I kissed him on the lips instead. He was big, and really, really hard, and he came explosively, which I felt was a big compliment for me. I came to my senses after that, and said goodbye.

Now, this never happened again, I made it pretty clear to him, that it was a mistake, but my true confession is, that I remember that night, when I have some time on my own, and please myself to the thought of what could have happened, if I was someone else, someone who can prioritise lust, over love.

I know that this is not much, compared to other confessions here, but for me, it is huge.

I am a 40 year old woman. I never got married, nor have I ever had a serious relationship.

Sex was not a big part of my life, up until mid 20s, when I started a series of short term relationships that revolved around physical. In my 30s, that lust died down a little bit, but this year, I started feeling it again.

I like to think that I am non conventional, regarding the emotional. I never felt a need to start a family, or have I felt anything towards a man, besides occasional lust. I am ok with the idea that I will stay alone forever, and I am saying this just to take this out of the way.

I have satisfied my needs by myself, for most of my life, and porn, in the form of the written word has been my main focus, thus, I am here.

This long prelude has its function - things have been changing for me over the last few months.

I have this young neighbour, who has been eyeing me ever since he hit that age, when women start to interest man. I have noticed it, and it was kind of a flattering feeling. I am aware that I am far from beautifull, but at the same time, that my body is in pretty good shape, thanks to, not genetics, but decades of regular working out.

Ever since he started college, this fall, my interest grew. Now, a small digression, I live in eastern Europe, so neighbours all know each other and greet each other, plus, the college is in the same city, so he is living at home, while attending classes.

I started giving off signals, which he picked up very fast. When I called him to "help me with my computer", he got it right away, and started kissing me as he entered the door. First time I only let him eat me out, and said something in the realm of "wanting to take it slowly". I did give him a handjob, not to let him go without anything.

That went on for some time, and I enjoyed a young man serving me the way he did. He always wanted more, but I was relentless. It felt good being aware of your own sexual powers.

He became more and more pushy, so after a while, my quid pro quo, escalated towards oral. He would always finish in my mouth, and I would always swallow, which made him surprisingly extatic.

Now, we are having a full on sexual realtionship, and I even did anal with him, for the first time in my life.

And now, I think I am in love. And he thinks it too, but I know, that he is in love in the fact that he has sex two floors down, readily available, at almost any time. I know that this "love" he has, will wear off, with the first interesting girl his age, he stumbles upon.

So I will enjoy it while it lasts. But all of this made me wonder, if I made wrong life choices, and I ask myself, is it too late now, to change who I am.

I know this is not the sexiest confession out there, but this one is mine.

I am a single woman, 35, chronically single, by my own choice. I look good, take good care of myself, but one might say that I am too selfish to have a serious relationship, not that I haven't tried. My sex drive is high, there is no question about that, but I am not the kind to sleep around with anyone, I had a few FWB, but most of the time I enjoy my solitude, and in times of need, I resort to tickling my own fantasy, in places like this one.

This long prelude has it's purpose, for you to fully understand this, my first confession here.

I have a really close friend, a woman my age, who I've known for more than ten years .We met at work, and she was the one pushing our friendship to the level of sharing everything with each other, talking about things one would shy away from even thinking about, and I think the success of this arrangement lies on the fact, that what I have with her, is the absolute opposite of who I actually am.

Now we skip to the interesting part. She has a bf, and they live together for almost five years now, and it is a matter of time when they will marry, and, a while back, she started questioning me about my sex life, but not in a way, like, "what is new", but about my past experiences, especially about the fact if I ever did something crazy. I knew, she wanted something, but couldn't quite figure it out, so I encouraged her to talk, and...

Well, they were talking about their ultimate sex fantasies, and his was, you can guess which... And it remained there, we laughed, I said it is typical, and that was it. About a month back, she started the subject again, I had to use claws to pull words out of her mouth, but somehow, she managed to tell me, that they spoke about a potential FFM, and that my name came up. Who was it, him or her? She said that it was her idea of naming me, and that she feels it is stupid, but at the moment she thought that I am the olny person close enough to her, that she could, potentially imagine herself with, in such scenario. We were kind of tipsy, and I said, fuck it, I will do it if you want me to.

Seven days ago, she told me that they wanted to ask me, if I really meant what I said. I honestly do not know how, but at the end of the night, we arranged for me to come over to their place, a date scheduled for last night.

Now, the morning after, I am afraid that my relationship with her, is beyond repair.

It was awkward, she was almost shaking how nervous she was, wine helped, and I felt sorry for her, but it somehow happened. First we sucked him, together, and he came really fast, gave it all to me, not even thinking about her. I did swallow and thought, well, this was awkward, thinking that will be the end of it, but as she continued to suck him, after he pulled out of my mouth, he started to grow again, really fast, so I joined in to help again. Then she got on top of him, and at this part, I was just a spectator, even though he called me to come closer, but I did not want to kiss him. When she was done, he got up, got a condom on, and got on top of me. My poor friend did everything to join in, to somehow tag along, she kissed him, licked his balls, but he was 100% focused on me, acting like she is not even there. I was horny, but I didn't cum, because I am unable to without clitoral stimulation. After he was done, he got up, obviously wanting to leave immediately, but she got him in her mouth, and pulled the rubber with her lips, then showing off to him, how she sucks on it.

She looked like she was about to cry, and did start to, as soon as he left the room, for the bathroom. I really felt that, tried consoling her, but she just shook her head, and started covering up.

It is morning here, now. I will call her, as soon as I am done posting this, but I have this feeling that we both fucked up, me and him, and that she will have trouble swallowing this, ever.

Well, this past few months were an interesting time for me.

Little prelude, I am not married, 44, sex obsessed freak. Not married, because, all of my relationships went south, because of my sexual activity and preferences.

It was end of October, when I was contacted by my ex gf. We dated back in our 20's, and she was the hottest woman I ever had. I was intrigued, she was hinting towards sex, and I was just wondering where did this come from - it has been almost 20 years since we broke up, and I saw her, maybe once after that, in the passing.

But I accepted the game. She is married, I knew that when we started our convo, since I like to stalk my exes on social media, still really hot and slim, two pregnancies didn't leave a mark on her body.

She was beating around the bush, we had some online sexting sessions, and I just figured - a bored woman in a middle age crisis. But no.

Well, I guess after she thought she has softened me up, and this lasted until the start of December, she was letting me in on her agenda. She and her husband were willing to try out cockolding, but he has no idea that we are in contact, nor that I am her ex. Then she gave me guidance, where to sign up, how to contact them, what to write, what to do, and she will do the rest.

Under one condition, that our past stays a secret.

So, this charade started, I met them in a caffee, they were talking about it, deciding, while she was reporting to me, all the time through this, and then, a meeting was set up.

Never did anything similar before. It was hot, intense, a bit awkward, but it worked.

Nothing out of the ordinary for the first time, just some regular sex, with a condom.

It is weird having a man on the same bed, jerking off, while I fucked his wife, but by the third meet, I was used to it.

We went from condom to raw, from no bj, to swallowing my load, and in the end we even reached anal pleasure. I was getting rougher and more dominant, with every meet, and I could see he was feeling more and more uncomfortable.

This past weekend, we were suppose to meet, but he sent me a last minute text, not to come. Last night she wrote to me, that we have to stop, at least for a while, refusing to elaborate further.

Now, I just wonder what happened?

I have a question, some of you might be able to answer.

A little prelude - I am a 41 year old, married woman, with offsprings. I have been married for 16 years, and in the last few (since covid), I have been feeling uneasy.

Our sex life is vanilla, and it has been getting worse by the day. We still have sex, but I just dont find it pleasing enough. There is some blame on my end, since, when we met, I figured him as a marriage material, because he was, and I was a bit restrained by the thoughts of what will he think of me, so I was reluctant to do some things, I usually did.

Besides that, we have a wonderful marriage, and there is nothing I would want more - besides the sex part.

You might say - surprise him, but there is a catch, even though he is wonderful, he always felt insecure about himself. Plus, I used to be a knock out (I think I still am), and he has been jealous before. On vacation, when he would catch someone looking at me, he would nag about my bikini, how skimpy it is (it was not), and I guess I just felt he would think something bad of it.

So, I turned to the internet, and here I am.

Still, this and other places around the net, havent got much to offer for a woman. Stories are ok, but not exciting enough, and my thirst has been growing.

Now it might be the time to mention, that I have had my doubts about my appearance as well. Men were all over me, before I got married, but over the years, it kind a died down. I do notice that I still gain attraction, men still wanna flirt with me, but I was used to much, much, much more attention.

So, to test this out, I installed tinder. Just for laughs, and to see if I still got it. I set my location to a big city (we live in a small town), and...

Dear god, the amount of attention I got. And I only swiped right to the best looking men. I was in awe. Messaging, sexting, all of it, was so intoxicating, that I had to pull myself together, not to get lost in this virtual whirlpool of lust.

These things do not last long, since there is always something that will happen.

He was my crush at uni. I was in love with him for more than 2 years. He was everything I ever wanted in a man - tall, manly, with strong, black facial hair (back then that wasnt as popular as it is today), he was a great student, dating the best looking girls, yet he would get into trouble and bar fights. Someone who could love me, protect me, lift me up on his shoulders and carry me around.

I knew him, and we became friends. I could feel sparks between us, but he always had a girlfriend. I saw him looking at me, but when I tried to hint something, he would get cold. So, after he broke up with one of his girls, my younger cousin, who was a freshman, asked me to try to set up a date between them.

I only did it, because I thought he would say no. She was beautifull, but tiny, while I had all the atributes of a woman. So I did it, and his face lit up when I pointed her out to him. So, they hooked up, and I was so mad at myself.

I tried evading him, but my emotions were too strong. They dated for a few months, when one night, when we were hanging out together, he got drunk, and tried to kiss me. It was wrong, it was so wrong, so I backed out. He confessed, that he is in love with me, that he has been around me for so long, because of that.

My heart was pounding, I couldnt do it to her, so I said no, with a lamenting question, that I kept on repeating "why didnt you tell me before all of this?"

Tomorrow, he broke up with her, telling her that it is because of me, which lead to a scene, that I would rather evade describing. I got mad at him, for ruining my relationship with her, and just ghosted him.

Now, he is here, on my tinder. He stayed in the city, while I got back home, and got married.

Single, and still handsome as the devil.

I couldnt resist, I ran to him, only few days after our first contact. As soon as I got into his appartment, we didnt speak, just started kissing and undressing. I was so excited, that I was on top of him within seconds, riding him so fast, that I thought I would pass out. I came, I dont know, so fast, that I am not sure if it was a matter of minutes, or seconds.

He was kissing me with such passion, that I almost started crying.

He said: "I love you"
He said: "I have always loved you"
He said: "I wanna fuck you, all day, every day, until I drop dead."

And then he fucked me in the ass. And I wanted it. And I loved it.

So, here I am, writing this, and gaining courage to leave everything behind, and move in with him. I might sound like a complete idiot, but I feel that if I dont go through with this, that I will never be able to forgive myself.

Is this destiny, or not?

Can one leave her family, for the sake of herself, and not totally regret it?

I fucked my married coworker.

You know about the term "work wife", well, she was that to me. Became great friends, she met my wife, and I met her husband, and, even though initially I had a little crush on her, even though she is a bit older than me (she is 45, I am 39 - but we worked together for the past twelve years), but lately, I haven't really thought about it.

Then, she told me she is quitting for a different job, and as soon as she said it, I became obsessed with her. The thought of her leaving, made me jerk off to her, every single day, during her notice period.

I started teasing her, with questions like "who will be my work wife", and "who am I gonna flirt with", and "who am I gonna look forward to on Mondays, when you're gone" etc.

She responded with flirting back, and smiling, but I saw this only as a nice prelude to a jerk off session I will have later, thinking of her, since, we have been joking about all this for the past ten plus years.

Thing that got me thinking was, that on her last day, I had to stay up late, to finish up something, and she offered to help me, on her last day... Who does that? I didn't want it to end, and neither did she, so I started making up stuff I "have to finish", and she stayed, well past 10 p.m. We were alone.

I didn't even plan to make a move, I have never done such a thing before, nor did I cheat on my wife, I was just doing something, to be near her, for another hour, minute, second. So, she was the one to make the move - she sat on my lap, and kissed me.

Now, she is a fairly pretty blonde, with an ok body, but the thing that always got me with her, were her legs, and the fact that she always wore dresses and skirts. It was the same, this time. She took the initiative, pulled her dress up, got her panties down, and laid back on my table, spreading her legs.

I fucked her right there, and of course, it didn't last long, but when I pulled out, wanting to cum on a little patch of her uncovered belly, my own cock surprised me, shooting three long, thick ropes of cum, all over her black dress, making a mess.

She started freaking out, how she has to get back home in that dress, at 11 p.m.how her husband would kill her, etc, and she just kind of stormed out, not saying good bye, and we parted ways in, let's say, awkward manner.

Texted her tomorrow - no answer.

Few days later, I asked her about her new job - no answer.

After a week or so, asked her out for a coffee, to catch up - she just responded with "can't, really busy at work".

So, nothing further will develop there, and I am fine by that, but I still think of her, and of that night, and I still jerk off thinking of her, almost every single day.

i just found out my 19 year old daughter is working at an AMP providing FS to her clients. This weekend,She has no idea, that ill be her first client laying on the massage table naked and hopefully it will be th prelude to a hardcore incestuous relationship. Ill park away from the place and get there and complete my task

The Lowly Hand Job

Someone has to take up for it. I am writing in support of the hand job (Hj). I am a lover of the hj. I do not like to masturbate but a good hj drives me wild. I just like them performed by someone other than myself (Female). Now, I'm not saying that I don't whup my mule ever so often because I do. If for no other reason , so I can sleep. But it is a rare ocassion. Being an exhibitionist, I do enjoy spanking it with a female watching but that is, some how, different. The hj is thought of, by many, as just a prelude to real sex. And just like a bj, It usually is. But why does it have to be? There is nothing better to me than a good slow, erotic hj. That is probably the reason, in the past, that I enjoyed the Nashville massage parlor so much. Don't get me wrong. I love most all forms of sex that doesn't involve pain or result in jail time. And I like nothing better than going down on a woman. I love the feeling of shooting in a woman, where ever she wants it and the feeling and sound of a womans orgasm cant be beat. But I believe that I could actually live on hj's alone. Not that I'd want to but I do love them so. Now, I know that there are some women out there who will take issue with me. But think about it. There are many times when, for one reason or the other, you just don't feel like going through the whole sexual thing at that particular time. Why not give your man a treat? Let him just lay back and enjoy. No pressure to perform. No trying to hold back. No worries about pleasing you at the time. Just a slow, sensual playing with his toy soldier. Just the way he may like it. Be gentile unless he likes other wise. Don't forget the testicles and the prostate, if he likes that, also. I know two women who love to give them and nothing else. One is a friend that I've already written about and another is someone I met a few years ago. The friend gave them to me because she knew that I like them and, more so, needed them. The other lady liked to tease and see the effect on a man and gave hj's as a relief. Usually in front of her husband. Now, as unlikely as it will be, I'd like to see someone else's thoughts about this. Photo is from the second lady.

I am teasing my neighbor, and this became a new game I play, whenever I can.

Little prelude, I am 45, married, to a man who is an exec, so, no financial problems, and he is faithful, which is strange for a 50 year old man who has everything, and can get anything he wants.

I love him, so I am giving my best not to cheat, since our sex life went slow for the past few years. I do not know if it is natural, but he did have some prostate problems, so I presume it is some kind of medical condition that is causing this, I say that I presume, since he refuses to talk about it, since it is obvious this hurts his self esteem.

This explains how I got here.

Now, not to bore you further, this teasing thing happened by chance, I got to the bedroom naked, it was an evening, and then I realized I haven't closed my curtains, and when I approached them, I saw a light in our neighbor's house, some movement, and the light got turned off, instantly. I closed the curtain, and felt ashamed.

Yet curious, who it was, that saw me.

We kind of know this people, never spent any time together, but they are a couple our age, with two college kids, same as us, but their older son goes to a local college, while the younger one moved somewhere upstate. Our houses are not close to each other, but since our bedroom is on the second floor, and the said window is on as well, I asked myself who saw me, senior or junior?

That day I was "doing something" in the bedroom, and peeked a little - that was a young man's room, and the idea that he saw me naked, felt both shameful, and intriguing.

So, since then, I started posing for him, almost every night. I would rub body oil on myself, near the window, but far enough that no one else had an angle to see it. I tried looking discreetly, but saw nothing, and at some point I felt like an idiot, exposing myself to no one. Crazy old lady.

While roaming through internet, looking for someone doing something similar, I saw a video of something like that, and that gave me an idea, I posted my phone to record outside, while I can do my thing.

The excitement I felt when watching this half hour video. Didn't see much, but I saw his reflection on the window, his lights were off, curtains moved, and overall quality of the video was poor, so next time I used a proper camera.

This time, he had some kind of low back light, maybe from his computer or something like that, and I saw him touching himself, while looking at me, I even saw when he finished.

So I pushed this further and further, and over time, I even masturbated for him, to see me, while always looking the other way, never looking at his direction. I guess he realized that I must be doing that on purpose, so he got bold, and left the light on, so I could rewatch everything in the video.

I still do it, heck, I will probably do it tonight as well. My only question that I have for myself is, what will I do, if he makes the move?

I found a cheat code for women, pretty early on, in my 20's, and I have been using it to the fullest.

Now, I am writing this from Europe, and I am not sure how the guys from across the ocean will relate to this, so I have to give a little prelude.

I was born in a city,in a privileged family. Now, this city is a big university center, so every year, girls from all over, come to the uni. Many of them, come from the countryside, rural parts of the country, and they are acting like loose canons, while feeling inadequate in a weird way.

My "city charm", consisting of an accent and a few manners that were regarded "cool" back then, gave not much luck with our, local girls, but when I was at the uni myself, I realized, countryside girls would drool all over it.

So I had a lots of action, with girls who, in different settings, would be out of my league. The best part was, how naive most of them were, naive, or just not ready to look "not cool" or "not urban enough" if they declined something I wanted.

The hottest girl I ever dated, broke up with me, when she, after one year of going out with me, confided to her friend, that I always cum on her face, and I did, every single time, without any exceptions, and her friend convinced her that that is not normal, and that there is no love there. I had a muslim girl, who was "saving herself for marriage", so I convinced her to do anal, so I fucked her in the ass for three - four months straight.

Sadly, time passes, and this tactic was working up until I got near 30, so, eventually, it stopped. It stopped with the uni girls, but soon enough, I realized, I have developed some kind of radar for insecure women. It is not often, nor successful as it once was, but women over 30 are prone to the same thing.

They are not as hot as girls from my youth were, but, when I see poor fashion choices, on a woman working on a good job, I just sense it, little village girls is still there, somewhere inside her. The spiel is different, of course, but the principle is the same.

My latest catch is a big tit brunette lawyer. Successful woman, yet yearning for validation. She is 40, so a year younger than me, and I am using her as a piece of fine meat.

This is probably the reason I never got married, but I do realize that at some point, this has to end. I get existential crisis from time to time, what will be of me, then, but soon enough it wears off. In the end, nothing beats good sex.