This category is for those who crave something more real and raw. Tired of hiding your sexual desires and experiences? Well, finally a juicy category!

Share your dirty secrets, your deepest desires, and your wildest fantasies with the world. Let your inhibitions go and embrace your true sexual self. Don't hold back, let it all out and let the world see just how scandalous you can be. Who cares about judgment and shame when you have sexual liberation? The more outrageous and steamy, the better.

So go ahead, reveal your wildest sexual confessions and let us all bask in the glory of your lustful adventures. The more scandalous, the better. We're all ears!

Grief And Sex

My wife of sixteen years died. The day it happened her best friend met me at my house after I got back from the hospital and like me she was in pieces.
She asked me if I wanted her to stay so I would not be alone and I nodded yes.
She cooked though I didn’t eat, and we drank a little though not a huge amount.
I was emotional, as was she, but eventually she told me to go to bed whilst she cleaned up. As she came upstairs and said goodnight she too was crying and I beckoned her to lie down with me and we hugged. We were both fully clothed and it was two people shaing our grief. We fell asleep that way.
I woke up a couple of hours later and we were still holding each other, faces inches apart. In the dim light I could see her awake and looking at me, concern in her eyes and feeling a wave of emotion we found ourselves gently touch lips. There was a groan, I’m not even sure if me or her, and slowly it became a deeper kiss. I could feel emotion become arousal, and looking at her see she felt in that moment the same.
I don’t why but in a mix of tears and a need not to be alone we both kissed again, a hard deep kiss and our hands pulled each other clothes aside. I slid into her in what seemed moments and the sex was hard, furious, and yet we clung together through it before I could feel her reach orgasm and as her body shook I came hard too.
I stayed inside her as we held each other, kissing gently, and as she smiled I slowly began to move again and her body responded. We gently made love, and I don’t use that word lightly, because it felt like the one other person that knew my wife as well as I did understood my grief and shared it.
We had known each other since I first dated my wife, yes she is attractive but in all that time nothing, absolutely nothing, had ever happened and yet here within hours of my darling wife passing we were intimate.
The next morning she went home to her husband and nothing has happened since. The strangest thing is when we spoke it was acknowledged, we know we needed each other at that time, and it hasn’t felt awkward. But I still do feel guilty …..

  • My New Girlfriend And I Have A Twi****t Fantasy

    I recently started dating a new girlfriend, and she and I are very sex friendly. This past weekend she and I did LSD together and we imagined each other in so many archetypes. The one that showed up the most was that she and I are twin flames. I told her that after our experience, I kept imagining her as my real twin sister and every time I would think of that, I would cum almost immediately. She told me she also thinks twi****t is hot and she wants to go to a concert with me where we pretend to be brother and sister and then end up making out in front of people.

    My First Experience Was With A Sex Master And I'm His Sex Doll

    It's hard enough to talk about sex, much less write about it. I mean about me having sex. My desires, what I want done to me. Basically I was the little girl in the house and everyone loved me. I have an older cousin, who is a lot older, and when I was preschool he sat me down on his dick and I got him inside of me. No way it went 'in', but it got in a little. Believe me it leaves an impression.

    I was already a college student when this guy stuck me like a hog, ran his dick in me in one swoosh, until he was balls to the wall and fucked me until he left his sperm in me. I was not expecting anything like that, not then and not ever. I was used to being held and babied, not fucked like some two cent whore at the county fair. This man, he was so much bigger than I am, he was big and strong enough to life me up high so he could lick my pussy. He wanted me to wrap my legs around his neck. He let me down, holding me down, over the back of the arm chair, and stuck his nose between my butt cheeks, licking my anus. I had to let him kiss my mouth afterwards.

    He kept me all night, caught under his arm in his smelly bed with dirty sheets. No way he would let me put anything on, he wanted to see me naked. He held both of my wrists over my head while he sucked on my tits. He ran his finger up my vagina and later ran his tongue right in afterwards, while he fingered my anus. I refused to suck his dick, he slapped my face with it, and put it against my mouth but I managed to keep my teeth clenched. I got butt fucked the next morning before getting a shower.

    I never got my center of gravity back. He owned my ass, he owned me. He likes watching me fold his undershorts. He likes watching me cook and serving him. He likes watching me clean the toilet. He did his job, which was to fuck me, and I had to do my job which was cleaning his toilet.

    No one has to tell you that when you are young and foolish in college a man can take advantage of you. You learn sex the hard way. Sooner or later you grab his dick in your hand and kiss his dick and lick it. Sooner or later you get on your knees and he finishes in your face with your mouth open. I can't say whether it is worse to have him fucking me in the ass, or cleaning his toilet. Both are bad from that point. But both are same thing, you do what he wants to please him.

    I won't go on because I'm a sex doll and he's a sex master.

  • Being Achingly Touch-starved (and Horned Up)

    im not built for one night stands. im a homebody stoner who easily gets sensory overload in social (especially bar) environments so i never really meet folks, and if i do, im also demi so it takes time before i can be comfortable thinking abt someone sexually. because of this, ive had one partner who i dated for 1.5yrs and then still saw pretty regularly for another 6 months, and now am pretty content with our natural separation.
    all this to say, its tough for me to get laid. im interested in all types but god its so hard for me to find anyone i want to sleep and then they have to want me back, its sickening. im such a pathetic needy fuck and so goddamn touchstarved my blood starts rushing at the thought of holding hands and prolonged eye contact. i love writing out my musings about what i want to do and have done to me and this is now my outlet. buckle in?

    I Hated Him

    My fathers derelict little brother would come home from sea ever once in awhile .He'd always stay with us. I was a young boy not sure how young. Uncle Billy was a sweaty beer drinker that always forced everything on me.He never asked,was never friendly,his hands rough and dirty..He borrowed dads car telling dad he was taking me fishing.

    That first time burnt in my memory....We stopped at the bait store for cane polls,worms,and two six packs Canadian Ace beer..My first beer..I choked down two that made my world spin around.

    I hated what he made me do with him..It was always disgusting him on my back.sweating,grunting,smelling his beer breath,feeling him deep in my guts.My body betrayed me by cumming..The first cum of my life..Oh I'd jacked myself sniffing moms panties in the past but had never really ejaculated until that day with him up in me. It hurt yet felt good at the same time.

    Afterward he'd say he was sorry and beg me not to tell Which open ed the door for me to get whatever I wanted from him..

    This went on for years even after I was in high school fucking everything that walked....I got this feeling of dread when dad would say uncle Billy was coming....

    My secret thing he created...My whole life no matter how much pussy I'm getting I masturbate anally usually with a RC cola bottle or other penis shaped object at the time. I was always getting cucumbers from the garden..Now in my sixties it more realistic toys.Anal orgasms are whole body orgasms much different than pussy or jacking off..Many times I've told myself no more,not going to do it anymore...to only give in to the craving days later.

    I hated him..... but never told on him.

    My first young bride was a shotgun wedding because her daddy caught me between her yyoung legs....I would later find out others were fucking her because I tasted their cum in her while eating her pussy..Got lots of stories of she and I sexing with others before we divorced
    Thanks to uncle billy for forcing me to swallow his load on his visits I know what cum tastes like.

    Recently its the xxx movie place with glory holes. I really hate uncle Billy and what I've morphed into in deep secret..I disgust myself... I really hated him.

  • Killing Me In That Muscle Shirt

    She and trucker husband rented a single wide trailer from my father who owned several on our property.Hubby gone most of the time on the road. She late 20's early thirties, me 16 my dads slave digging ditches,doing chores around dad trailer park.. It started when dad told me to stay away from them..What he really meant was stay away from her..I saw him drooling all over her, moms body language in response to her behavior and dads...She would call me to the back door of the trailer.She'd give me 50 cents to carry her garbage to the burn pile.....I had such embarrassment trying to hide my boner in front of her..She always in her husbands wife beater muscle shirt,she bending down from above giving me a view of her little titties with big brown nipples..Always a pair of her stained panties on top of the trash in a brown grocery bag.

    I couldn't get to the burn pile behind the big oak tree quick enough to sniff her panties while I'd beat off..Her scent was intoxicating.. Of course she was seducing me.

    That summer I'd do things with and to her I never knew existed.She showed me the pleasure of being anally stimulated while being sucked off..I couldn't get enough of her...Then one night in the middle of the night they were gone.Skipped out owing dad rent...I was devastated for the longest time..I'd gotten used to cumming in her couple times a day every day.

    She gave me confidence and skills to rarely be told no by anyone I wanted sex with.I had my way with seniors right down to jr.high school girls.,I had my way with my Algebra teacher many times my Jr. year..I made her my sex slave.Her hubby was a missionary position only guy. I gave to her my way sometimes leaving marks, made her quite the slut..I went from failing to passing grade and never learned squat about algebra..Made her whimper often..If you touch a female right they'll beg to be touched..

    In the last 50 years I've had so much sex I can't remember it all..As a senior its the same just less often. Love making them squirt...There is this light skin black girl half my age that works behind the counter at the bowling ally that's about to get it.. Told her yesterday I was going to have my way with her and make her squirt...She smiled ear to ear, blushing telling me she has a boy friend.I told her we won't share it with him..She gave me her number..Perhaps I'll write about her next....