I hope she doesn't tell

I graduated from high school a semester early, and spent my recently freed time loafing around my house, not working, drinking on weekends, and hosting "ditch" parties during the day. My mother, thinking that my older (responsible) brother could straighten me out, sent me to stay with him for a week at his school (I was to stay for a week and then ride home with him when he came home for break).


I was half excited about staying in a college town, but also, filled with dread at having to be subjected to my brother’s rule. He has always been too serious and goal oriented. For as long as I could remember my brother invested too much of his being worried about getting ahead, being the best, doing his best etc. So I stepped off the bus expecting the same Eagle Scout asshole, only to be met with a wooler and his fine girlfriend. We went to lunch, where it became obvious they weren’t getting on well, and then we dropped her off. My brother spent the next two hours or so giving me a tour of the town all the while he complained about his girlfriend (Laura). He loved her, he hated her, couldn’t break up with her, he wanted to sleep with other women. He had a wallet full of other women’s numbers.

My first night there I sat on the couch and watched TV while they fought in the bedroom. When their roommate finally came home he told he couldn’t stand to be there because all they did was fight. So we split and went to a party. When we got back at the crack of dawn there was a note left by Ozzie and Harriet, everything was O.K., they were sorry. The next day after Laura got out of school she told me that she was to entertain me while my brother was in class and at work. We ran around all day and I couldn’t believe that my brother could want anything other than this beautiful and fun woman. I definitely had a serious case of fatal infatuation. That night my brother taught me how to play all of the drinking games I would ever need to know, and then we went party hopping (already trashed). Around one in the morning they got into a fight, and of course, we had to go back to their apartment.

Once we were back in the apartment they fought for about 15 minutes and then Laura came out. She and I tore into the remainder of the booze while my brother snored like a horse in the bedroom, and their roommate came home and puked all over the hallway (then proceeded to lay in his own vomit, refusing to wake up). As we drank I didn’t spend my time thinking about how much I liked her, as I had before. My thoughts were honestly stuck on how cool the college scene was. When I was about done in, unable to walk, or speak intelligibly, I laid back on the couch preparing for the ensuing coma. She didn’t say anything she just laid right next to me. I loved the smell of her perfume, and I still do. We talked like that for about 45 minutes, then she sat up and looked at me, and we started kissing. One thing led to another and I performed like a high school boy. We fought our clothes off, and then within minutes of being inside of her, I ejaculated (where was this rumored "whiskey dick"?). We were dressed just in time for my brother to come out and start bitching at their roommate. I faked sleep, she staggered in to help clean up the mess. As drunk as I was, it took me hours to actually get to sleep. I felt shittier than I ever had, but I was also thrilled with the memory of what had just happened.

The next day we drove into the city, 3.9 of the 4 hours they fought. The whole trip was a miserable waste. I was wondering if she even remembered, or if it was just me. While I did feel appropriately shitty, I couldn’t have been happier at the same time. That night after they fought all the way home, they went right into the bedroom, and I laid down to get to sleep. I felt bad about nailing my bro’s girl, but I felt even worse because she acted like it never happened. Then she came out and threw a goodnight kiss on me that had me glowing the rest of the night. They left for school while I was faking sleep, (sneaking peeks at her as she walked through the living room). After a couple hours she came back with the same task of entertaining me. She got all kinds of serious and made me promise never to tell a soul. So naturally I thought that our fling was over, I was crushed and relieved, but she took me into their roommates room, and taught me what to do with a woman,in every way possible. We wore the sheets out the whole day. We had sex one more time after that day, and then she pulled the plug. We couldn’t ever do it again, her guilt was getting to her, and mine was killing me . We decided to end our tryst then and there. I just wondered how long after they broke up would I be able to slide in on the scene. What time limit is tacky in that situation?

I rode home with my brother, and the entirety of the time I thought of Laura. I had to fight my mouth because all I wanted to talk about was Laura. When we got home I avoided my brother because I felt so shitty all the way around. So about two nights before my brother is due to leave, he sat my mother down and told her that he had met a woman and they were serious. I was floored, panicked, and miserable. My brother left and I did my best over the next 5 years staying away from him and Laura. I was able to avoid their wedding, although my brother wanted me to be a one of the groomsmen.

No big deal. I have never told this story anywhere but here, right now. We live and we learn, and I am constantly reminded of my shitty act. But, that’s not even the hard part of the complete ordeal. I never would have slept with her if I would have even thought for a minute they were going to last. Now I have to see her all the time, since they have moved within two hours of me, both of us living about an hour from our mother’s house. It took me about a year to stop constantly thinking about that woman. My wife is better looking than she is. She’s smarter than she is, and we have a lot of fun. The problem is that every time we are all together Laura’s perfume drives me crazy, and I can’t help but to reflect on our tryst. My brother says things along the lines of Laura not being into freaky sex, and I can’t help but to feel a crushing jab, knowing that she is a total freak. I can’t look at Laura without thinking of being inside of her in every possible way. I catch her looking at me and I know she thinks of it as well. We have never even mentioned it to each other, even when we have been alone. I know I can take this story to the grave, and will, but I live in constant fear that she will one day tell my brother.


Anonymous

My affair with a student.

When I watched that Dateline special last week on Debra LaFave, the teacher than slept with one of her students, I was brought back to ten years ago when I too had an affair with one of my students. She was young, intelligent and very attractive. My situation was different from the teacher in question, as I made the decision to quit teaching as a result of the conflict. While our affair never became public knowledge, I didn't want to ruin my reputation or the future of my lover. After I left teaching, we continued our affair until he moved away to college.
Looking back I question my decisions to not only have the affair with a student in the first place, but to then give up the career that I had worked so hard to build for myself. Employed in the health care field, I find it comforting to be able to take care of people, however I would much rather be teaching. I miss it.

My ex-wife (NSFW)

I don't know how other divorced guys feel about their ex., but in my case she was a real bitch. She was skinny with little tits (32A) and kind of a prude. She did, however, have one thing about her that I can't forget, even after 12 years. She was a great fuck. It wasn't that she was good at sex, actually she was great at "getting fucked". She loved getting played with for hours. I would finger her, suck her nipples and eat her through orgasm after orgasm.

A typical evening would be a bottle of champagne, which was 2/3 consumed by her; a bath; and then slipping naked between the sheets to fall into a relaxing sleep. She always said that it was best when she could relax, and getting drunk on champagne really relaxed her. I would lay next to her until she was sleeping, and then roll her on her back. If she didn't wake up, I would start to suck her nipples, and play with her pussy until she got wet. Then I would go down and lick her pussy until she started to squirm. As she slowly woke up, she would try to get away, and so I would hold her wrists, pulling her arms under her ass. She hardly ever said anything,
except to moan softly. If she did speak, she usually whispered "tie me up". I would stop eating and tie ribbons around her wrists, and then tie the ribbons to each other, this way I could tie her hands behind her back, or over her head, or even loop the ribbons over the post on the headboard.

After she was tied up, I could and did fuck her all I wanted. We usually ended up with me on my knees on the bed, I would be holding her by her little ass and lifting her up and down on my cock, while I sucked her little titties. her arms might be around my neck or still tied behind her back.

Like I said, she knew how to "get fucked", and I always found different ways to fuck her.
I still remember the last time I fucked her. It was right before I moved out for good. She knew things were about over, and I wasn't coming home much. but this last time, I stood in front of her in the family room, and she was looking at me and so I reached out for a button on her blouse. I still can't figure out how she got naked as fast as she did. Before I knew it, she was on her back on the carpet, and moving her hips taking my hard cock in and out of her pussy as I pulled and pinched her nipples really hard. Eventually, I bent her over the front of the recliner, and fucked her from behind. I grabbed her arms just above the elbows, and pulled her up so her back was arched as I fucked her hard from the rear. When it was over,she said it was the most powerful orgasm of her life.

I moved out the next day. Other than this, my life with her really sucked and I'm glad it's over. But, once in a while when I'm in the shower, I think about fucking her, and wish that maybe I could do it just once more.

Anonymous

I've been fucking the dog.

You know the saying right? Well I've been getting my work but not even doing it and still handing in the paper work. I go in to the office, grab my work orders for the day then leave like normal. Only instead of doing the actual work, I go home and look for another job. My job sucks and the pay is suckier. I hope to find a new job before I get caught.

I'm A Terrible Person pt. 2

This is a follow-up to the "I'm a Terrible Person" submission. It's been almost exactly a year to the week from the events as I submitted them beforehand. And something stunningly weird has happened.
I've met someone new. I don't know where it will go from here, but that's beside the point. We've been together a few times, and last night we got around to talking about school, and why she chose this one. She said that she was trying this school out for a year, and if she didn't like it, then she'd switch schools.

"Really? Where would you go?"
"xxxx (Province)"
"No Way? What school?"
"xxxx"

It was the same school. The same school that I had gone to. I just stopeed dead in my tracks for a minute, dumfounded. Nobody goes to that school, I was one of three people from my state that went last year. It's impossible, really. Statistically impossible. Think about it. One year later, to the week, I get involved with someone who is planning to go to the same school where I had, well, a life changing experience to say the least.


When I was in the hospital, I swore I felt something compelling me to go on, to live. It was then that I got the idea in my head to go to this school, or another just like it. It felt, as I was lying on that bed, that a slow, amniotic fluid slowly rose over my body, revivng my poisioned body. I can't say I'm religious, I've never attanded a service of any kind. To be frank, I have trouble believing in an overarching power
controlling my life.

Something doesn't add up, though. I came here to hide away, to live out my life quietly, modestly. I came here to forget. One year later, her,everything. The whole situation gives me goosebumps.

Damnit, I find it impossible to believe this is coincedince, even though I want to.

Why?

We have an agreement

My wife and I have been happily married for over thirty years and we have an agreement . We both love each other very much but acknowledge that there may be others that we are sexually attracted to. So, we agree that if we see someone else that we'd like to have a sexual encounter with, we just need to talk to each other first before it happens. This way, our trust won't be broken.

I used to think this "agreement" we had was more fantasy than reality until last month. I was waiting for an elevator in the lobby of a large apartment building, on my way up to sign some papers, when an attractive blonde started talking to me about how long the elevator was taking. We talked back and forth until the elevator arrived. Both of us got on and selected our floors. As I was watching the numbers climb, I caught her checking me out. Just as she was taking a good look, I turned and asked if she liked what she saw. She blushed and said. "yes. very much so."

So I asked her what she was doing in an 1/2 hour. She said she was only going to be taking a shower.(She had just got in from a long walk). I asked her if she needed someone to wash her back for her. She smiled, blushed some more and then said she did need the help.

That's when I told her that I needed to call my wife first. She looked shocked at first, then a mysterious and sexy look came over her face. I checked my phone and saw it had a few bars of signal so I called home and told my wife what was happening. I told her that a hot woman was checking me out and wanted me to come back to her place. My wife asked to speak to her. I handed the phone to the woman and watched her facial expressions as she talked to my wife. Her face turned even redder and I watched as a devilish but sexy smile appeared on her pretty face.

We arrive at her floor. She says, "Thank-you" to my wife and then hands the phone back to me, saying,"I'm in 2502. Walk right in in 15 minutes"

I smiled and told her I would as the doors closed. I put the phone to my ear and asked my wife what she was saying to her. My wife says that she told her that she could do everything but sleep with me. She could give me oral sex, I could go down on her, we could do almost anything we wanted, but if she really wanted to sleep with me, she'd have to come to our house and do it in front of her. As my wife is telling my this, I fall even deeper into love with her.

I tell her i love her, she tells me to be safe and we hang up. Fifteen minutes later, after taking care of the paperwork, I returned to the 25th floor. I stand in front of the door for a couple of seconds before mustering the courage to walk in. I grab the doorhandle and let myelf into this strange woman's apartment. I notice it is clean and organized, with funky retro-looking furniture. It looks like I am caught in a time-warp. I feel like I am eighteen again.
I hear the shower running, so I cautiously follow the sound and find myself in the master bdrm. The mystery woman is in the ensuite having a shower so I make my way towards her.

I speak to her through the curtain.
"You don't have a husband or boyfriend about to come home, do you?" I say semi-serious. She responds with a laugh and peers around the shower curtain. She looks hotter now, her wet hair dripping on to the tiles. "No, I am single and live alone. Why don't you take off your suit and tie and join me?"

That was the end of my nervousness. I quickly shed my clothes, slide the shower curtain back and step in. For the first time I see her nice round breasts and her great ass. She is nicely trimmed and I can see her swollen lips. I spend the next minute getting myself wet, while we check each other out. We haven't touch yet, just looking.

Now we both are soaking wet. I reach out to her and rub her nipples. She does the same to me. Then we start exploring each other's bodies, me rubbing her firm breasts, while she strokes me and makes me harder. After a few minutes of our exploring, we have come closer together. I kiss her neck as she moans and strokes me harder. My hand travels over her back and over her ass, feeling it tense as I pull her closer. I slide my hand around and touch her, getting harder as I feel the water cascading over her swollen lips. I find her clitorus instantly and caress it, as she bites into my shoulder muscle. We remain like that, my rubbing her, her moaning, stroking and biting on to my shoulder muscle.

Suddenly she grabs my hand, separates two fingers and then plunges them inside of her wetness. I eagerly oblige and push them in and out as she grabs my wrist to help. Seconds later I feel her orgasm on my fingers, he body twitching and her voice quivering. She takes my fingers out and quickly puts them in her mouth.

This puts me over the edge. I push her down on her knees and aim the showerhead so that it hits her rear. I take myself and guide it to her mouth, where she starts sucking and licking me. She's got one hand between her legs rubbing, the other hand is massaging my full balls. I can already feel it happening after only a few minutes. I brace myself against the hot shower tiles as she sucks on me. An unfortunately short time later I tell her that I am going to cum. She rubs my balls faster and takes a few hot shots in her mouth before pulling me out so that I can cum on her tits. I explode like I haven't in years. We finish showering off without saying many words. She walks me to the door, where I give her my number and tell her that if she wants to continue this, she's more than welcome to come over for a dinner party with me and my wife. she smiles, gives me a kiss and tells me she'll call.
As I sit here writing this story out, I am having amazing flashbacks. It was so exciting, so daring, so sexual and so erotic. She never did call, but my wife and I weren't disappointed. We had a sex story we could bring up and think about and both of us would get very turned on.

So why can't I tell everyone I know about this story? Why have I come to this blog to tell a story I cannot tell?

Simple. I am a major player on Capitol Hill. Major enough that if word of this got out, there would be a major issue. That's all I am willing to say.

Somebody please help me find him

I recently returned home to Maine from a week long jaunt to Wildwood, New Jersey. One day while I was at the beach with my husband and son, I met eyes with a Canadian man who took my breath away. It may have been my imagination but I do believe the attraction was mutual. He gave suttle hints of his interest in me, or so I think he did. At one point, the tide came in forcing my family and his to move our blankets and chairs back. My family moved first and I was bummed because I was further away from him. I was so excited when he began moving his beach stuff closer to us, or me.

He landed his chair about a foot away from mine and I had to physically restrain myself from reaching out to him. I wanted, needed to touch his body. I was on fire with desire. He proceeded to wade through the water and I followed. I stayed close behind him as we went deeper and deeper. He then spoke to me. He pointed out dolphin that were playing in the water ahead of us. His voice was deep and very sexy. I stood so close to him and my breath quickened. I had planned on discreetly touching him. His hand, his back. I wanted him to know he was affecting me and I hoped for him to respond. Ever since that day, I've been plagued with constant thoughts, fantasies about him. I think about him night and day and it is driving me insane. I don't know his name and only know he is from Canada.

I would give anything to make contact with him. In kick myself in the ass for not being forward thinking and perhaps slipping him my email address or cell phone number. Had I, I am sure we would be corresponding, which would be highly satisfying for me. Ofr course, I'll never find him. So I'll be forced to continue dreaming about touching his body, kissing him passionately, fucking him over and over. My body is in a constant state of arousal for him. This goes beyond any crush I've ever had.

If anyone has any suggestions as to how I might find this man, please share!

No man has ever had this affect on me. Somebody please help me find him. My body needs him. Respond with your thoughts.


Melissa