Goddess in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom

It feels so good to be able to tell someone. I am a woman with a good job in a male dominated environment. I earn good money have a successful husband and 3 great children. The problem is that I cannot stop thinking about sex with my husband. My pussy is damp now, with just the beginnings of what we get up to, in my mind. I find myself drifting off in conf calls and meetings and imagining what my man could be doing to me, my sex throbbing as my clitoris becomes swollen and protrudes from my shaven lips. Let me tell you about last night, and maybe it will help me to clear my thoughts......

We had been mildly flirting with each other all evening, as much as you can with 3 children in the house. My satisfaction was all i could think of, playing over and over in my mind what I needed. I am ashamed to say it, but I felt like a bitch on heat. Wanting to expose myself to him, in the most explicit and crude way. He knows when i am aching for him and teases me with his arrogance, by making me wait. Finally the time came, and i tried to play him at his own game by pretending to be uninterested. He knew. As we stripped for bed I kept my panties on, and crawled on all fours across our huge bed knowing his eyes were on me. He slid between the sheets and the moon penetrated the room, showing the curves of my body and the shadows of his muscles against his tanned and beautiful skin. As he nuzzled his lips over my breasts, nipples becoming engorged, and erect, he slid one into his mouth and held it between his teeth as he bit down gently, increasing the pressure until i let out a yelp of pleasure and pain. My back arched to show my appreciation and he responded by moving his hand down over my belly to the top of my underwear. He knew i was more than ready, and pulled the cotton aside as he moved down over my swollen sex, to reveal my smooth pussy. I panted with anticipation as he pulled the material tighter, until it snapped between my lips and began to press down onto my clitoris. He bit harder on my nipples and pulled on my panties until the material was rubbing against my ass and pussy, grinding into me. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh and as i writhed and moaned with pleasure, and could feel his hardness twitch eager to push its way inside me. He asked me to turn around. I got on all fours, and he slowly pulled at my panties, sliding them down over my now naked ass, and watching as my body released them to expose my glistening hole, swollen and pink, pussy milk inviting him in. I spread my legs, showing him my open sex, and loving every minute of it.

"Spank me" I whispered, ashamed but desperate. He obliged, and as the sting of his hand connected with my fleshy ass cheek, it sent an electric shock of pleasure through my body, pushing my ass and inner thighs open. He did it again, and I knew he was losing his control. The power shift was coming to me. He moaned as he could smell the aroma of pussy, sweat and ass which rose up from my body, and he pushed his fingers between my thighs and found the nub of my clitoris. Gently he began to rotate his fingers as he pushed down on the small yet responsive mound of pink, and my body opened up to him, my face resting on the softness of the pillows, absorbing the sound of my pleasure as he pursued his mission. I came time and time again, and knew that each time he was getting more desperate to enter me. He began to tongue fuck me, pushing his way in, and I loved it. I reached up and pulled my ass cheeks apart, and he laughed with appreciation.

He stopped to take in the view, and I felt so dirty. The moon flooded, and i asked him if he liked what he saw. He loved it. His fingers returned to their task, except this time he didnt go between my thighs, but slid his thumbs up and down between my ass cheeks. I tensed up, nervous and excited. I could feel my sticky wetness working against his skin, allowing him to slide wherever he wanted. I was so turned on, and he played with ass teasing and coaxing me to relaxation. The sharp pain as he entered me here was exquisite as first the tip of his finger moved slowly in and out, going deeper each time. My pussy throbbed and opened aching for the same attention. Another electric shock as he took his finger out and my tight hole closed. He rammed his cock hard and wide, into my pussy and i pushed down on him back and forth as he used the whole of his length to satisfy me. He slapped my ass and grabbed hold of my thighs as he rammed himself into me time and time again, faster and faster.

I felt like a whore, showing myself to him, and loving the roughness of his desire. I began to feel dizzy with sheer pleasure and pain as he continued, i knew he couldnt hold much longer adding to me excitement. As he came, his final thrusts were almost too much to take. My pussy gripped him tightly as i came over his hardness and he groaned with pleasure as i squeezed the last of his climax from him. As he slid his sated cock out, I let him watch, as our come ooze out from my hole, as the sudden coolness of exposure tingled on my skin.

This is how i want it all the time. My husband loves it, and so do i but I ashamed of loving it so much. I have a vibrator for when he is away, which he knows about but does not approve of. It feels so good but feel like i am living a double life. Nobody but my husband would guess and i guess the old saying is true, a goddess in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. I never meant to be like that and have been what i thought was a feminist all my life. I cant shake the feelings of guilt, does anyone else feel this way?


I'd like to buy a shotgun

I haven't written to you for a long time. I have since graduated from my new school. I have a job that gives me half a year of vacation at a time, with excellent pay. The shame of my personal failures have driven to this point at a very young age. The shame and depression that I feel everyday seems to drive me towards being a better person.

Good, right? Nah. I'm writing this at 2am. On a cold porch. I havnt accomplished anything of note. I havnt loved truly, i've only felt pain deeper than I thought possible. Folks go through life, happy and content....while some of us seem destined to soak up the wretchedness left behind.
I tell my friends that I'd like to buy a shotgun to go duck hunting. I'm terrified to buy one because I know I'll only use it to kill myself. It doesn't matter if you update this site or if you'll even read this. It only matters that my thoughts are out there.

How my first lesbian experience happened

My first lesbian experience was almost a year ago. It was in May, and I was with my girlfriend at the time. We had been dating for two weeks already at the time, and we didnt plan for it to happen, it just did.

One day, Taylor (my girlfriend at the time) walked me home from our bus stop, and came inside my house with me when I told her that my brother was gone (my family is homophobic, and she wasnt allowed inside the house anymore after my parents found out about her, so we had to keep it a secret). So, we went into my room and curled up on my bed in my room for like half an hour. We just layed there together for about 10 minutes, and then everything started happening. She had been teasing me the past couple days, asking me "how far she could go" when it came to undressing me or touching me. So, she started touching the inside of my thighs and eventually put her hand down my pants. I didnt tell her to stop what she was doing, so she just continued going, and I just decided to take my pants off, and then I layed on the edge of my bed while she gently touched me. It was the most amazing feeling ever, and I wasnt nervous at all b/c I trusted her.

Suddenly before I knew it she had started fingering me, and I just like went crazy, but not bad crazy. She did it for like nearly 5 minutes, and I was just shocked yet happy at the same time when all of that happened. I was self conscious at the time b/c I didnt know if she would like comment me or something on the way I looked, only b/c that had never happened to me before with her, but once I realized that she didnt care about how I looked I felt more confident about myself and now im not self conscious anymore. It makes me so happy to know that I could actually fall in love with a woman, when i didnt think that it was ever possible, but after the first time for me, i just fell madly in love with her. It will definitely change your life and how you think of yourself. Dont let anything hold you back though, I mean I see it as a way to get close to the person you love the most in your life. All I know is that I loved it, and I hope you love it too!

I cheat on my girlfriend with her best friend

I am a college student and this crap is really starting to get to me. I work hard, study hard and drink harder. Somehow I just cannot come to telling anyone that I am bi. My girlfriend, whom I have been dating for several months now is completely in love with me. I took her virginity and she says that she wants me to be the one and only, her lobster, whatever other people call it.

It kills me because she is really sweet to me and always there, however, sex is not really interesting with her anymore, and I cannot come to stop liking her best friend (who happened to introduce us).
She is the type of girl that will cry if anything goes wrong and has serious self esteem issues. I am a very straight up, outspoken, cut-throat, in your face, person.

I feel like she doesnt know me and I dont know if she knows me but I dont want her freaking out because Im bi. Much less, I dont want her to tell my fraternity brothers that I am bi because I dont know how they mihgt take it.

I am confused as crap now, and I am really about out of ideas.

Anyone?

Me and my camera phone

Have been very busy lately. I've found a new fetish for myself. I like traveling on buses and trains and trying to take upskirts photos. Sometimes I'll get a great shot right away but sometimes I need to take a couple of them before I get a good one. I love my camera!

Her grandfather is a dirty pervert.

He bought our daughter, who is not living with us, a $100 gift certificate to La Senza(The lingerie store)

She's 15.

I had already grew tired of his sexist attitude, chauvinistic remarks to women and his general lack of respect for women. Now he's buying my 15 year old daughter a gift certificate to a lingerie store.

WTF is that all about? Doesn't that seem wrong to anyone else? It's not a GrandFather's job to do that. Hell her own mother wouldn't take a 15 year old to shop at a lingerie store.

Yeah, maybe she'll buy modest bra and panty sets. Then give her a fucking gift card for Wall Mart. Not La Senza.

Instead of buying that for my daughter, maybe he should have saved that for his wife.

It gross me out and the only reason I have not called him and told him off, is out of respect for my wife.

He is so fucking lucky. I mean really.

It gives me the creeps. Dirty old grandfather.

Whats next? Does he want her to model what she bought?

I feel sick to me stomach.

Please tell me I am not crazy. Don't tell me that this is normal.

I think it is disturbing.

I want your comments.


My husband impregnated me, after he passed away

Hi Joe. Here is my story.

I married into a very religious family. I married a wonderful man, whom I thought I was going to spend my whole life with. Sadly my husband Chris was taken away from me far to soon. He had Osteosarcoma (a malignant bone cancer). We knew he was going todie. We were married for a year before he passed away. This disease made him unable to walk, let alone make love to me. So a few weeks before he died, it was his idea to freeze his sperm and have me artificially inseminated with it. A little while after his funeral I had the procedure done... It worked and I am 6 months along with a boy.

The reason this is a story I cannot tell Chris' parent's don't believe in artificial insemination. If they knew I am sure they would turn their back on my son. Right now they find it incredible that their son will live on, and they will love my son.

Chris was an only child, and I have every intention of giving my son Chris' last name. Actually I am going to name him Mac Christopher _____(Mac means Son of). I had to tell someone. I hope this is an appreciated story, it sure beats all the cheating spouse stories I think. Thanks for listening

My first lesbian experience.

For my birthday last month my boyfriend Kevin gave me a present I will never forget. My first lesbian experience. It might be more of a bi-sexual experience but whatever you want to call it, it was out of this world. I’m going to write this in two part. I’m not sure if that is allowed Joe but maybe you’ll allow me to tell my story.

Kevin had made dinner reservations at our regular spot at our usual table. After getting dressed up and having a little pre-meal cocktail at his place, we called a cab and headed out.
We arrived around 8 to a small line-up. The restaurant was busy as usual, people talking and eating and all seeming to be having a great time. The atmosphere was the main reason we fell in love with this spot from the beginning. The hostess greeted Kevin by name and guided us to our table by the fireplace. Kevin took my coat for me and pulled my chair out so I could sit. Always the gentleman, I could see other women watching and smiling. Kevin’s chivalry was the main reason I started dating him. He had a great deal of respect for women and it showed in his every move.

As I took my seat I noticed something a little different. There was an additional table setting. Usually our table was set for two but tonight there was a third set of utensils, another place mat and an extra set of drinking glasses. Kevin took his seat as the waitress came to take our orders. When she left I asked him why the third setting. He shrugged his shoulders and said it was obviously a mistake. I nodded and Kevin and I enjoyed the atmosphere and some small talk before dinner.

Dinner arrived and we enjoyed our fabulous meal. The drinks kept flowing and our conversations turned from life to marriage to our situations to love and on to lust. We revisited many different topics but we seemed to keep coming back to sex and sexuality. I have the feeling that the liquor played a major part that.

I had often talked about wanting to sleep with another woman with Kevin in the room. As any other man would, Kevin had no issues with this and in fact supported my desires. We talked about how we would meet another woman, how it might happen and all the things I’d like to try in the company of another female. The waitress came with a dessert menu just as Kevin was turning me on with his views of how a night with another woman might feel like. I was halfway hoping that the waitress heard our words, my imagination fuelled by the liquor and our sexy talk. Kevin asked me if I knew what I wanted for dessert and I blushed, thinking of kissing our waitress right on her full moist looking lips. I said I’d need a few minutes to decide and she left us alone.

Then he told me. He told me that the third place setting was not a mistake. He told me about how he had talked to the girl that we always saw at various parties and functions. Janet and I shared many a drink, talking about our lives and such. We had often used her as a visual aid while we had sex and now Kevin was now telling me how Janet was going to be joining us for some dessert. I felt my pulse race. My thoughts raced to kissing her and feeling her tongue in my mouth. I took a drink and tried to compose myself. Kevin was grinning ear to ear. I’m sure he had his doubts about setting this up and I was going to make sure to show him my appreciation during the night.

I caught sight of her as she walked in. Not that I wasn’t already staring at the door or anything! lol!
She was wearing a sexy little black strapless dress, matching black Ferragamo’s and a cute little purse. Her brown curly hair was in an up-do with a couple of seductive strands cascading down her face. She stood by the front door for a minute, scanning the tables. Then our eyes meet. She smiled, nervously put a strand of hair behind her ear and started walking towards us. Kevin has his back to her but he sees my face redden and my eyes sparkle. He turns just as Janet arrives at our table. He quickly jumps up and pulls out her chair. I can’t help but to sneak a closer peek at her legs as she sits.

Janet, Kevin and I exchange nervous, “Hello’s” while the observant waitress approaches. Janet orders a drink and Kevin and I order some blueberry cheesecake. Kevin blushes next as he asks for some whip cream, his eyes darting back and forth, from Janet’s ample cleavage, to her deep brown eyes, to my fingertips seductively tracing around the top of my glass, back to her cleavage and back to the waitress. Kevin was going be in for the time of his life and me? I was on my way to having not only my first lesbian experience, but also I was about to share an experience so memorable that I now want to share it to the world. Why is this story I cannot tell?

Kevin, my boyfriend, is a professional athlete and had been very married for the last five years. I’ll write the second part of my story in a little while. I’ve left enough for you to stew on. I’m sure I’ll get some nasty comments about how I am a home wrecker, however I have no problems looking in the mirror in the morning. This story is not about what I am doing but what I experienced when I had my first taste of another woman, my first lesbian, bi-sexual experience or whatever you call it. Please suggest another “name” for this encounter if “lesbian affair” is not appropriate. I am certainly not an expert in such terms.

Thanks for reading. I’ll write the rest of the story next Sunday if time permits.


We beat him and ran

We were supposed to go to a party and the guys' car we were going to go in broke down. The fucking beater wouldn't start. We did a quick money check and being all broke students we didn't have piss. I'm not sure who made the suggestion but we decided to call a taxi and do a punch and run.

We called a taxi and all four of us piled in the back. We told the cabbie to take us to a spot about a block away. We're all drinking 40's and laughing and then we get to the spot. The cabbie stop the car and my boy Rampage rabbit punches the guy in the back of the head and we all open the doors to run out. Rampage punches him a few more times and the two of us bolt out of the cab. We take off after the other two guys, the cabbie yelling at us to stop as he talks on his cell and the CB. 10 minutes later we are at the party getting our drink on. The party was dope.

I feel like shit thinking about it, but hey, the fucking raghead deserved it. Straight up. Coming to my country, taking our jobs and then blowing up our buildings and shit. I don't feel too guilty about it. Fuck them.


He killed the dog, totalled his car and damn near killed us.

My best friend and I were coming home from a party. We were both liquored up and neither us should have been driving. After a brief arguement about who was less hammered, he took the wheel.

It was all shits and giggles for the first twenty minutes or so. He was focused on the road as I was focused on rolling a doob, the tunes blasting . Then he tapped me on the shoulder, grinned and then stomped on the accelerator. His 86 LX was done up to the tits. Chirping through all the gears he was up to 100 before I knew it. I wasn't sitting quietly. Too busy hootin' anf hollerin' for him to go faster, booze and our hormones adding at least another 15mph. At one point we ran through an intersection and went airborne. It was fucking intense.

Until we hit the dog. We were probably doing about 80 when it appeared in front of us. I sure as shit didn't see it and I was looking wayyy ahead for cops or people or anything. It was after 4 in the morning and the streets were pretty vacant.

So this dog runs out on the street from a side street. My buddy tries to avoid it but at that speed there was no way he wasn't hitting this pooch. All hell breaks loose as he swerves to avoid Fido. Our back end slides out but not before the poor dog gets clipped in the leg and ass. One of the most vivid memories of the accident was the dog flying through the air.

We spun around about 300 degrees before hitting the first of three parked cars. My drunk-ass friend broke his wrist at this point, spinning the wheel trying to get out of the skid. He screamed like my neighbour's kid did when he was attacked by the swarm of bees. We then took out two signs, one row of newspaper boxes and one traffic light. We bend the light over at its base and the slid up the side of it like some kinda Hollywood stunt team or some shit. Writing this feels equally as intense as three weeks ago when it happened. The trippest thing I've ever been involved with.

We came to a stop in a cloud of airbag dust. My buddy is moaning about his wrist and I am trying to get the ringing out of my ears. Chris(not his real name) then tells me that we have to run. He's drunk, his daddy is the ADA and shit would go down if news breaks out. At this point I don;t give a damn about him, I'm thinking about the dog. I tell him that we need to check on the dog.

The dog was dead. The was a garage close to the street and the dog had hit it and got all smashed up. I felt like puking and Chris just walked around looking at his fucked up car and the dead dog muttering about all sorts of stuff like jail and his dad and something about getting his ass kicked. I puked a little inside my mouth, for real, then told him we needed to call someone. He said no fucking way and calls a taxi to a 24h laundrymat in the stripmall a couple blocks away. He tells me we'd call the cops and report the car stolen. Then he runs to the Stang, opens the trunk and grabs some tools. Nex thing I know he's pulling the ignition out and screwing with the wires outside his steering column. I laugh and know what he's doing. I grab my backpack from the back and when he's done, we book.

We use the payphone outside the mini-mart beside the luandrymat to call 911. Chris tells the cops about the accident, telling him he was driving and saw it happen. Our taxi comes and away we go.

I still remember the dog flying through the air and even worse, that I left it there. I own a dog and can't imagine knowing my dog lying somewhere dead.

We never got caught. I've changed enough details in this to ensure my safety. The thoughts in my mind from that night are more than enough punishment. That shit is for life.



I am obsessed with sex.

Well, most of you probably think, "Oh hell, he's a guy, of course he is!",but I beg to differ. I am absolutely obsessed with sex. I'm in my early 20's and living in the south. I've found myself to be bi-sexual. I am in a relationship, but I keep all of this from her. First off, I'm addicted to porn. I have been for awhile and look at it all the time. I masturbate a couple of times a day and I'm still not satisfied. I love looking at breasts and cocks, I love watching men cum and watching trannys have sex. I watch all kinds of porn, except the bizarre (scat, torture, etc). I can never watch the same movie twice, and usually skip most of the sex scenes and go straight for the money shots. Many times when a movie won't do I'll read stories, and the more hardcore the better. I love some of the fantasy stuff, but some of my favorites are just plain everyday sex situations. I probably know every major free story site by the back of my hand, unless there's a new one not on Google yet.


When both of these get boring I start calling phone sex lines. I prefer keen because I can surf the prices and get a good show cheap. I sometimes even call trannys (so they say) and live out fantasies with them since there's no such thing where I live. I've spent hundreds on these calls and always get off good with them. I wish they were local escorts too, because I'd spend thousands if so. I surf escort sites all the time looking for a new girl or someone visiting my area. The pickings are slim here and I do have standards if I'm going to be forking over money. I want a hot, big titted woman who'll take control and screw me silly. I wish there were more than 3 in the area, because those three are DOGS. I've even attempted picking up a couple of women at nearby stripclubs, but the clubs are horrible, have strict laws, and 95% of the women are hideous. This has yet to work, but I'll probably try again in a couple of months.

On top of this I'm courting two long time friends who are also in relationships. They both are up for random sex and discretion, and are also absolutely gorgeous (which is a plus for a guy with my looks). I'll likely end up hitting both of them up eventually (they live hours away). I've had cyber and phone sex with each and I can't wait to do the real thing.

Of course, women aren't my only fantasy, as you can tell. Many times I dream of being a woman and having my pussy stuffed with cock, being gangbanged,and being cum all over. I wish I could be cum all over now, even as a guy.I've met a few guys online through Squirt, but I am scared to death of STDs so I just don't do it anymore (I'd kill myself if I ever gave my woman anything, I've been lucky and will remain that way since I've given up men and unprotected sex). Truthfully, the taste and feeling of their cum in my mouth was heavenly. I wish I could have 10 or 15 guys shower me in it.
Unfortunately, I'm stuck though. A long term relationship, headed for the big hitch. Almost out of college, but can't get away from the podunkville I live and will probably end up living. I guess most of my fantasies will remain just that, but my obsession will never be cured. This is just a scratch on the surface, just a glimpse into my world.

Fuck, I'm fucked up. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

For the parents reading: Take it from my experience. Tell your kids about sex and don't let them secretly find out everything they can online about it and become obsessed. Just flat out tell them about it. And make sure they know it's not as big a deal as it seems. Fuck, if I'd had been told that when I was 14 or 15. Maybe I'd be somewhat normal instead of so fucking jaded.

God help me.

--ANON


I fuck up the computers on purpose

I work for a pc repair company as a field tech. I purposely add keystroke loggers and even trojans to people's computers to make sure we get return visits. There is much more to the story but I need to head out to a call.

I am a horrible big brother

My little brother, Bjorn, who is a year younger than I has dependent personality disorder. He is clingy to me and only me. He has to sleep in my bed with me, he cannot be without me for more than a school day or else he will freak. He and I have always been close, best friends. But, I wish for him to go away.

It's not because I don't enjoy him being so dependent on me. I enjoy that very much. I love my Bjorn and I am starting to think it isn't brotherly love. I want him to go away because, every time I see him, these unbrotherly thoughts come into my head and I wind up feeling gross and guilty. If he were to go away, maybe I wouldnt have these thoughts and feelings anymore.
I love to watch him sleep. He is so pretty. I love when we are in a crowded place he holds my hand or arm. I really love it when he hugs me. I have never had a crush on a boy before. Just somehow my baby brother is different. He is just so perfect and wonderful.

But, I am so horrible! It's gross and wrong. I always cringe when he calls me 'brother'. He refuses to call me by my name which makes these thoughts of mine even worst. I am so very selfish for wanting him to be with me and only me. He deserves a wife and children. Once, I begged my brother to let me bathe him and he finally let me. I just wanted to touch him once and I have been feeling guilty about that ever since. I am a horrible big brother. I really enjoy those thoughts of him. How disgusting. I just hope my baby brother never figures it out. I am certain he would hate me.


Me and my ex

Ive been married for almost two years now. ive never had an affair, but i want to so bad it makes me crazy sometimes!!! it was weird one day and it almost happened. my wife was out of town on business and so i went to another city to go out to a club with a few friends (one of which was my ex g/f) we all got pretty trashed and then proceeded to one of my ex's friends house. there we continued to drink and laugh and talk about the good times.


i went to bed early because i had to drive home at 4 AM so i could be at work by 630 soon after my ex joined me on the floor in the second bed room, i pretended to be asleep. once she laid down she started to rub my hand and then my chest and then my crotch, the whole time i pretended to stay asleep. what made it even more akward was that her current boyfriend was asleep on the other side of her! if only i would have just not "stayed asleep" i would have a much more interesting story to tell. it was really hard not just rolling over and taking her right there on the floor, but i was just to afraid of waking up her boyfriend. maybe another time.

I worked in a lottery-scam boiler room

I can't tell anyone this because it is very embarrassing. I used to work the phones in a boiler room type operation. We would call hundreds of people a day and tell them they won the lottery and needed to forward a payment so the cheque would clear "customs".


Many people figured it was a scam and hung-up, but many many more fell for it. After working the scam for a couple week I had to quit. The guilt was killing me.
I was painfully reminded of my horrible past recently when my own grandmother fell victim to a similar scam. It made me want to curl up and die.

I secretly watch my roommate having sex

We have a common door between both rooms. He put a poster up on his side to block the windows, but I went in and put a tiny hole through the poster so I could look through to the other side.

He gets a ton of girls and I don't get many at all. I'm still a virgin.



I am getting some great pointers for when I do have sex for the first time. I have watched him have sex with at least twenty girls so far. I watch everything, from beginning to end. I usually end up playing with myself too as I watch.
I can't tell him or he'd kick my ass.

I have the perfect wife. Her 5 rules for my affairs.

This story belongs on TSYCT because I can't really brag about this to anyone. It's personal and about my wife so maybe you can post it joe?


My wife and I have been married for 4 years. We have had our ups and downs but through it all, we have been together. Strong you could say, even in moments of weakness. Anyways, I just changed careers and now work for Fed-Ex. My wife realized that I would be coming into contact with many more women now and as a result she has something very interesting to say to me before I start my first day at the job. This won't be verbatim but it'll be as close as I can get.

"Now you'll be coming into hot receptionists and the like. Women that have had fantasies about sleeping with the Fed-Ex man. Here's my rules.

#1- You can't have sex with them without me present.
#2- You can't make out with them. No passion, only lust.
#3- You must tell me all about it after.
#4- You must not lie at any time or it's over.
#5- You must wear a condom.



I know that men have desires. I might even want to shag the guy down at the shop that fixes my car. It's all about honesty. If you are honest, I have no problems with you fulfilling your sexual needs elsewhere. Again, you may not sleep with any other women, unless I am in the room as well. That is not negotiable.
Just remember to respect my wishes and I will grant yours."

Can you believe she said that????????????
I couldn't say anything the entire time she was speaking. My mouth was wide open the whole time. I couldn't in my wildest dream imagine she would say that to me. I sort of had my suspicious that she was a little more open minded than most. She is always watching sex shows on TV like the Sin Cities one. I watch it sometime too. Anyway, I guess she is a little more openminded that I imagined.

I don't nkow it I will ever act on this knowledge I have. It's nice to know the option is there. Gives me a bit more confidence.

That's my story. I hope you post it.

And you know my name is Simon

Happy Anniversary to TSYCT!!

Yes folks, it's been a whole year since I started this project. Seems like just yesterday!

Some highlights for me?

-Reading all the great stories from other people.(and some of the crappy ones too!)
-My 100,000th visitor.
-Having the first of many stories land on CollegeHumor and Fark and then watching as the traffic and submitted stories go through the roof.
-Having the Angelina story listed on Gawker
-Hate mail coming my way, written by people that don't agree with the whole anonymous concept of my blog.

And of course...Probably the most rewarding experience of the past year has been the ability for me to provide a spot for people to rid their closets of some ancient skeletons. I can't express just how much that has meant to me, especially given the comments I have recieved as a result.

That was the whole point from the beginning. As we get older and try to better ourselves, our past kepts holding us down. Stories we have deep inside our souls, that we couldn't tell anyone, now have a place to be put to rest once and for all.

This blog has been like therapy for many, and all those that have commented, you are like therapists of sorts. Yes, even you asshole dave...

So in closing, thanks to all of you that have come here, read and submitted your stories, and commented on others. Without your support, many would still be struggling with the demons that have haunted them over the years.

Keep sending your stories in...

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-joe

What a great birthday

Something strange happened and I had to promise not to tell anyone,it would be too messed up if people find out. I am 26 years old and from a country in Europe, I don't think it would be wise to give any more information...

It was my birthday on a Monday a couple of weeks ago. The weekend before we had a family reunion, not in my city but like 800km away. My girlfriend came with me to meet my family. She had to work on Monday (my birthday) so I took her to the airport on Sunday night. I had taken a day off for my birthday and wanted to meet a close friend and his girl who were living close to the place of the family reunion.

After I took my girlfriend to the airport and kissed her goodbye, I drove to my friends place but found out that he was on a business trip. His girlfriend, lets call her Linda, was there and we wanted to go out together. I would consider her my friend too, I have known her for a couple of years and we always had a good time together. We decided to go out for dinner even if it was pretty late already, something like 11:30 pm. The restaurant where we wanted go to was almost closed but Linda told them that it will be my birthday and we have to eat something and party. They made some food for us and we started drinking. At 12:00 Linda would start to sing Happy Birthday for me and it was not the last time this night...

After this restaurant we wanted to go a pub and Linda decided to show me the most fucked-up place in the city. It was so ugly but very cool, only homeless and drug addicted people were there. I think I didn't quite fit in there, as I was wearing some nice clothes and in general don't look like an alcoholic. We had a couple of beers, talked to a few guys who were weird but quite nice. I think at around 3:00am we decided to leave. In the next hour a lot of weird things happened, but they are not really important so I will just give a short summary. If anybody is interested I can elaborate more on that. Linda and me left, one weird guy was following us and wanted to show us some other places. Most places were closed because it was early Monday morning. We were in the red-light district and Linda went to a porn shop to buy a vibrator and promised me that it was meant as a gift for a friend. Whatever. The weird guy who was following us was annoying us so we tried to get rid of him. Linda faked kissing me and finally he got the message that we would like to be alone and he left. We did not really kiss, just rubbed our faces together but it still felt weird. This is the girl of one my best friends!

After this we went to a club but they were closed, too. The owner and the barkeeper were still inside and Linda convinced them to give us a drink because it was my birthday. They agreed and we had a great party of four, drinking some more and listening to all the music that we wanted in the empty club. At around 5:00am the owner told us we should leave because he would like to go home. Linda had at least one drink too much and I had problems getting her home because she could hardly walk straight. In the taxi she would move over to my seat and we started kissing. I knew it was wrong but it felt pretty good. When we arrived at her home I really was not sure what to do and thought about putting her in her own bed and go to sleep in the living room myself. This didn't really work, when I left the bathroom she was lying in the bed that was prepared for me in the living room.

I thought "what the fuck?" and we started kissing again. I was somewhat drunk too and don't remember all the details but somehow I undressed her and started to lick her. She was moaning like crazy and seemed to enjoy it a lot. After a couple of minutes she pulled down my clothes and demanded that I fuck her. I entered her and from this moment she became even wilder. We had the windows open and I think the whole street could hear her. We had great sex and after this fell asleep. After a few hours I woke up and she was still there, lying naked next to me. She looked so cute and I thought "ok, we already did it once, there is no harm in doing it again". I woke her up and we fucked again, this time we moved out of the bed and did it on the carpet. Bad idea, I got a bad abrasion on my knee while doing it and I think she got some as well. But at this moment we didn't care and the sex was fantastic again. She was moving so wild I really had problems staying in her. After I came in her again - we didn't use condoms - we fell asleep again.
We woke up at around 11:00am and what's the first thing you do when there is a naked girl next to you? Start to kiss her and fuck her from behind of course. We didn't talk very much after this, both were a little bit confused and also hungover. Later we agreed that we can not tell this to anybody because her boyfriend would dump her and never talk to me again. I left her appartment and went on the trip to my city. When I arrived my girlfriend called and asked me if I had a nice birthday party. Yes, that was certainly one of the best birthday parties I ever had.


Anonymous

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.


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