Do you have a secret from your past that you've been dying to share?

This category is all about unburdening yourself of the confessions you've kept hidden since childhood. Share your tales of mischief, rebellion, and discovery. Whether it's a forbidden crush on a teacher, a prank gone wrong, or a stolen kiss with a childhood friend, this category will take you back to the innocent and rebellious days of youth.

Kayla, My First Love

I've been wanting to post this true story for a while and finally got up the courage to. I've enjoyed everyone else's, so here's mine.

When I was around 8 years old, we lived out West in a highly religious area of America. Normal houses for the 90s, normal parents, and going to church. There were a lot of kids who lived on my block around the same age and one of them was a girl who lived down the street and she was a year younger than me. Kayla (not her real name) would hang out with her brother and I. We'd all spend time at each other's houses doing kid stuff together; jumping on the trampoline, playing N64 games, riding bikes, Pokemon, etc. But one day all of that changed.

See, Kayla had a crush on me and wanted to spend time with me alone. I never new why and I thought she was kind of annoying. So, one day when I went over to hang out with her brother, he wasn't there and her mom was taking a nap. Kayla said, "let's hang out" and we went to the basement were the TV and N64 was. Now, this made perfect sense to me because I wasn't allowed to have an N64 and they even had the Pokemon arena game. Annoying or not, I'm playing that game.

However, we weren't going to play videogames. "Instead, do you want to go to the bathroom with me for a secret", she asked. I said, "sure", not really knowing what would happen, and followed her in. Now, at this point, I had no idea of true, sexual, things. I was a good kid, going to church, good grades, and never disobeyed. But what happened next changed me for the rest of my life.

I remember her telling me to close the door after we walked through. Kayla asked, "have you kissed anyone?" I said, "no". She moved closer and asked, "would you like to?". "Sure", I said. And we kissed. We pecked for a bit and then she said, "Do you want another secret?" I was already on cloud nine, not knowing what to expect, as my dick was getting hard. I answered "yes".

This part I still remember clear as day. She looked at me with those pretty brown eyes and slowly pushed her pants and underwear down. And that's when I saw it. The most beautiful, smooth, gorgeous pussy I have every seen. I was so stunned at seeing a naked girl that I just stared. She must have felt uncomfortable cause she asked me to take off my cloths. I remember looking and just enjoying the view. I do not remember taking anything off.

Then, Kayla came close to me and said, "Kiss me naked like mommies and daddies do". Electricity shot through me as her warm smooth body pressed up to mine as we kissed. My cock gently pressed up on her tummy as we began our adventure. We didn't tongue kiss, but we kissed for a lot longer. Kayla broke off that kiss and asked if she could touch me. I remember being, at that point, nervous because no one else had ever touched my cock. However, I was masturbating since age 6-7 cause a friend of mine on that same block, same age, had figured out the glorious action and showed me. This was something I felt guilty about because masturbation was a sin, but I couldn't stop. I was having dry orgasms, but they were glorious.

When Kayla touched me I fell in love; completely and utterly in love. Her smooth hand touching my cock was a feeling I didn't want to stop. I then asked to touch her, as she was so close, and she said yes. She felt wet on the outside and I didn't know a damn thing of what I was doing. But when she moaned and squeezed my dick harder, I continued my gentle movement on her slit.

She then stopped and turned around. Kayla opened the door and grabbed some pillows from the couch downstairs. I, being shocked and scared of getting caught, stayed in the bathroom. In my defense, she didn't explain. She came back naked and laid down the pillows. Then, laying on her back, she said "get on top of me and we will be married". Now, she didn't really spread her legs, but her mound wasn't hard to reach. I rested my cock on her pussy and she said "move back and forth". I slowly figured it out and we humped together until we both felt good. We kissed and continued to hump. At one point my cock head met her entrance, but we just focused on the rubbing part. But rubbing my head on her smooth lips was amazing for both.

At then end, I came, I told her I loved her. She told me that she loved me and I was her husband. I was excited and called her my wife. We dressed, kissed, and she told me not to tell. I did not tell, until now.

We continued to express our love sexually until my family moved. We'd kiss, watch each other pee, and even started to kiss each other's parts. Sadly, I moved away around two years after this started. I missed her and the more I grew up, the more I desired my brown eyed angel.

Recently, I looked her up and found that she died in 2021. Nothing was really listed and I wonder if suicide or drugs could be the reason. It's hard not to think that if I stayed, if she would be alive and mine. I like to think I would have protected her and married her.

  • Cool Aunty Or Inappropriate Care

    So I have a brother 5 years younger than me so my parents would get a babysitter in even when I was 17 or 18. Very annoying! Anyway our patents were very sociable and were out once or usually twice most weeks. Though we had 3 or 4 regular sitters maybe 75% of the time it would be aunty Sheila, mums younger sister, that stayed with us. Sheila was cool and let us stay up, watch TV, have snacks and do anything that avoided her having to lay the law down. I also appreciated that she respected privacy and unless called wouldnt come into our bedrooms once we were in bed. As a developing girl with an interest in self pleasure this was great and a big diffetence from our mum who seemed to patrol my room at times looking for anything inapropriate. I remember being 13 and getting busted a string of times for masturbating in bed and that leads onto my Sheila story.

    So one evening, with our parents sorting themselves ready to go out, aunty Sheila comes in and heads to sit in the lounge. My mum calls her to the kitchen and muffled chat ensues for a few minutes ending in Sheila coming back into the lounge saying, OK she would to whatever the instruction had been. Our parents left, it would have been 7.30pm or so and Sheila soon went to supervise my brother having his bath, having some supper and going to bed for 8.30pm. I just watched TV. After a while she came in and sat on the sofa next to me, which was unusual. She put her arm around me and started saying mum had told her I had a masturbation problem and she had to watch I didnt do it. I wasnt sure what the word meant and Sheila picked up on this and explained it was rubbing between my legs to get nice feelings. I remember feeing bad. Mum had talked about my private things and now my Aunty was enlisted to stop me playing even though her respecting my bedroom privacy had been an important part of my masturbating for a long time. Yes I grabbed quickies once or twice a week when mum was home but leisurely plays when Sheila was downstairs were my happiest times. She hugged me and said not to worry as she thought mum was wrong, she masturbated and if I wanted to then she wasnt going to get involved. I remember welling up but asked if I was normal or was what mum said about it being wrong true. Sheila said it was good, fun, healthy and normal as long as I washed my hands before and after and didnt put anything inside myself at my age. We sat a few minutes then I plucked up the nerve to ask something. I told her I liked a pifco massager kept in the lounge sideboard and used it when I was in the house alone on things like teacher training days or when my school holidays were different from my brother (mum and dad both had jobs that took them out each day unless my brother needed minding when mum took holidays). Sheila was taken aback but said she too used a massager and it was ok as long as it was cleaned before and after and not used on too high a setting without something between it and me. I knew what she meant as I always folded a long sock and used it as a cushion just as she suggested.

    Soon it was 9pm and time for me to go bath and head to bed. I stood and Shiela said 'take the pifco up' and that she would retrieve it after 10pm and put it away well before my parents got back around 11pm. It was so weird going and getting something that had been my darkest secret for a couple of years and taking it in open sight of my aunty to go play with in my room. So a quick bath and into bed in my nighty with the pifco and required sock. A lot of pleasure was had rather quickly and it was so liberating. Soon after I stopped and noticed it was 10pm my aunty was knocking and said it was time to sleep and for her to collect 'something'. I said for her to come in. The pifco was on the floor unplugged. She picked it up, said, 'sleep well', and was gone. The next morning mum was in a good mood and said she was happy I behaved for Sheila. I just said Sheila was nice and it passed and we got on with the day.

    Sheila was back later that week and as soon as my brother was asleep at 8pm she said in a querying voice, 'Same deal as last time?' And I just hugged her. 'Yes', I said and so it was every night she looked after us until months later the pifco died and I was so upset. I would have been just turned 15 at that point. Hand play was nice but not as good or as effective as using the pifco. Sheila took the pifco away to see if she could fix it and yes she succeeded. The flex had broken and shortening it removed the break. I was so happy and the pifco and the sessions with it Shiela enabled went on right up to me leaving for university when turning 18. At uni I got a Carmen verson of the Hitachi wand and had a great time but never forgot the pifco. Was Aunti Sheila a good aunty or a bad influence?

    I'm Ashamed Of My Past

    When I was younger, I did some things that I'm not proud of. I got into drugs, stole from my parents, and even got arrested. I've since cleaned up my act and turned my life around, but I still carry the shame and guilt of my past. I'm afraid to tell my new girlfriend, who knows nothing about my history. I don't want to scare her off or have her judge me. But I know that keeping this secret is eating me up inside.

  • Lied About My Age To Older Daddy For A Year

    I started meeting guys online for fun a bit earlier than i should and always said i was 18. I used to get horny with a boy around my age and he introduced me to one site he met someone off so made a profile and ended up sucking someones dick that same night.
    After a few months i met a really sexy older guy at his to have my ass fucked for the first time. He picked me up to take me to his and his dick was already out and was massive. Got to his and he spent hours and hours rimming and fingering me and actually got his cock in my ass, though hurt too much so ended up sucking him for hours.
    Started meeting him every couple of days for about a year and he ends up admitting he's married, which i kind of guessed anyway.
    Admitted to him then though i was only 14 so he starts to panic a bit. Told him my lips are completly sealed, then bent over in front of him and pulled my trousers down. He starts eating my ass and that was the only time it was mentioned lol

    My Sexual Awakening At Boarding School

    I was sent to boarding school at twelve. My parents lived in Kalimantan Indonesia where my father was a school master of an English school but they felt I needed to have a proper English education. Delivering me to school was a teacher who worked for my father. He was very English, a History teacher, 28 and he liked boys. But that was his secret, my father certainly did not know who he had sent me with.

    At twelve I had wet dreams and my penis was always alive. On the plane to Singapore I had an erection which he noticed, placing his hand on my lap he took my erection in his hand and masturbated me getting my pants wet and stained. I had never had my penis held and much less squeezed and played with, I kept my hands on his lost in my feelings of sheer pleasure.

    Our layover in Singapore was three hours, the flight to London was long sitting towards the back of the plane. I sat by the window and my escort sat beside me. After dinner during the movie on the big screen, he used the blanket over our laps to play with my penis, out of my pants. He kept me hard for a long time, helping me have an ejaculation into his hand. I fell asleep on his shoulder. He was my best friend.

    Sometime before our arrival in London he got his penis out of his pants and let me hold it and enjoy it. It was a short experience and he pushed my hand away and zipped up whispering that the meal service was going to start. He did let me keep my hand on his penis under the tray.

    We traveled from London by train to school, but not before spending the night in a small hotel before my first day of school. Alone in the room, naked after a bath he played with and sucked on my penis, and he let me play and suck on his.

    Over the next several years I had many fun time with boys, and a few men. The word gets around and boys and men who like being with another boy know who likes it too. Like a secret club. My years in boarding school are my favorite memory of growing up.

  • Forbidden Games With The Girl Across The Street

    When I was nine we moved into another house. Across the street was a girl my age and her brother who was a senior in high school. Meg was a little chubby. She needed to potty and she wanted me to go with her. Once she was done she stood up to wipe. She saw me looking and she asked me to show her. With our pants down we touched each other. It felt good, she was aggressive with her fingers and pushed my fingers into her. We stayed in the bathroom for quite a while with our fingers in each other. We didn't get our fingers into our vaginas, we were inside our lips but we were touching our clits.

    We played together and we touched up into our crotch, from the front and from behind. The afternoon her brother caught us I was on my back on the bed with my legs open and my dress over my waist, and Meg had her mouth on my panties. He spanked Meg and then spanked my bottom holding me up by my arm. He didn't tell Meg's Mom. I wanted another spanking, I told Meg that I liked it, she told her brother and he spanked my naked bottom. After my spanking I turned over and opened my legs. He looked into my crotch, Meg told him I liked being kissed and he kissed my pussy until my lips opened and his tongue found my vagina. Meg was right, I liked it.

    Over the next weeks he felt me up, and he pushed on my vagina until he pushed his finger in, deeper and deeper, and in and out. Meg wanted to feel it to and her brother fingered her. Meg also kissed my naked crotch, she got better and her brother fingered her from behind while she ate me. Her brother got aroused and used his penis to push into her pussy. It wasn't long before he pushed into her vagina, all the way. She convinced me to try. Her brother ate me intently that day, before penetrating me completely with his penis.

    After that day he refused to eat us, or finger us or fuck us. We turned to this boy that lived up the street. He was thirteen and we had to hold his penis for him to fill our hole. He liked it and we fucked for the next year. By then Meg's brother was in college. Meg told him that the boy down the street was fucking us. Meg's brother talked to the boy and threatened him.

    We were fourteen before we were fucked again. Meg and I continued to finger and eat each other. By the time we were adults we were experienced pussy eaters, we gravitated away from boys and agreed we were better off being together. Meg's brother humored me and from time to time his sister. Meg's mother, and for that matter my mother never figured out what had gone wrong, how could we have become lovers.