Coming Out | Anonymous Confessions

Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Whether you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, chipmunk, or questioning, this is the space to share your story. Have you been hiding your true self from your family and friends? Are you ready to take the plunge and be true to yourself?

Share the emotions you've been feeling and the struggles you've faced. Did you have a positive experience when coming out, or did it go horribly wrong? Was it a gradual process, or did you come out all at once? Who was the first person you told, and how did they react?

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- Coming Out -

Lesbian Female / 24

I got along well with a coworker I joined her Saturday morning chat group, rotation from home to home every Saturday. Ladies only. She asked me to stay after to help her clean up and then we sat down to talk and that led her to ask me about my life and we got down to my sex life and if I had ever been naughty, like maybe getting frisky with another girl in college, or maybe a stolen kiss at a party? And she comes out and tells me that she really likes me, and she wants a closer relationship and that includes, if I am willing, some alone time together between the sheets. I sat and listened and had a hard time answering so she leaned forward and said she wanted to fuck me.

How about starting with a kiss, and a chest massage, and maybe a hand up and down my thigh and another kiss? The issue for me is that I have been with another girl, yes I did do it in college and I have gotten along with another woman/girl that I met at this club, but not with anyone at work, male or female. For me it is like getting a buzz at a bar, it feels good, it is hot but I have lots of regrets afterwards. Spending the night with a girl made me really go into a tail spin of who I was and what I was doing. So I told her gently I was really insecure about it but she did draw out of me that I had kissed a girl and gone further than that.

Well no kiss then? Well how about we just start with a little kiss, just a little bit of lip to lip? How's that? But why did she have to put both hands on my chest and feel me up? Why did the kiss get long and wet? Oh, I am sorry I couldn't control myself. Really? You can't control yourself? Maybe I don't want to be draw into this? Did you think about that? Geez, why is that you find someone you really like, and then she wants to take it to the next level?

And why oh why did I not want her to stop? How is it that you let some woman, granted not a stranger but a woman yo work your with take your shirt off and reach around and unhitch you to your bra and expose you and how is it that you let her suck on you and then give you a kiss? And why oh why don't you stop it? Why do you let her kiss you and fondle you and run her hand up and down your thigh? Why do you unhitch her bra and let her expose her tits to you? And why do you let her continue to kiss you?

The living room sofa got too small so she says let's go to the bedroom and get naked like God made us. The last time I was naked like that it was dark, pitch dark, not the middle of the morning with all that sunlight. Sure the girl I got naked with was nice looking but not nice like this. Naked together, on a bed, side by side kissing. She wants my hand between her legs, touch her she says. You touch me and I will touch you. That is what it is, coercion when you can't control yourself. But you touch, you let her touch and you let her climb on you and kiss you and then push herself down to go spelunking in your pussy. It isn't that you don't know what is going on, you are so hyper aware, it is that you are going along, you want her to go on and on and on. What a face? Pretty girl with messed up hair, and a stupid smile and wet cheeks and chin? Why do you kiss her with your pussy smell all over her face? Why do you push down and go spelunking yourself?

It is a trap, and once you step in the trap you can't get out. Not because you can't just get up and leave but because you do not want to get up and leave. All that shit about it being nothing but messing around, trying things out, and that one night stand, well what was that? Why can't we just lay there and kiss? Why do we have to grabbing our tits? Why do I keep reaching down to finger her pussy? Why did I just turn on my back and open my legs and reach for her to get on? Oh yeah, I forgot. I have never let a guy between my legs, the most I ever did with a guy in college was make out but I was able to say hey this does not work for me and go away.

It's bad because we work together. It is bad because technically she is my supervisor. It is bad because it is gay and lesbian stuff. It is bad because I was only supposed to like her not fall in love with her. It is bad because it is bad. And I wasn't able to get up and walk away. It is just so bad this thing about making love with her and I don't know how to handle it. I guess sometimes you know what is going to happen and when it does you don't know what to do. OK, so I am queer more or less, but I never thought I was this queer. In love queer.

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# 43902 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Gay Male / 52

Way back when I was in college I discovered gay porn. Back then it was all in magazine form and I got my porn second hand from the man that ran the rat lab in the Biology department. He jacked off in front of me on the magazines, he licked the pictures, he offered me his dick. But I just took the magazines, licked and stained with his sperm and went to my apartment and jerked off.

After college I ordered my own. My job sent me to Denmark and I asked the cab driver if there was a place where I could by dirty magazines and he took me to this street and I found plenty of gay, very explicit gay porn. I bought magazines, took them back to my room and jerked off on them. I still have all those magazines, dozens of them, with pages stuck together where I jerked off to them.

The age of online came and I found lots of sites to go, all sorts of sites, but I still like the photos better than videos, black and white, vintage stuff, I'm a sucker for hard cock. In Brazil on one of my trips I got to cruising and found this site of Brazilian men. I got up the nerve and asked the driver of the car, he spoke English because that is what the company pays for, if there was a club where I could go, I wanted to a gay cabaret to see gay guys dance. He took me to a club and he said he would go in with me because they didn't speak English. We found a table and he called over a dancer and I got my first in your face gay dance. He paid him extra and he danced over me rubbing his cock on my face and I came in my pants.

We went back to the hotel and I didn't sleep all night searching for gay porn.

On one of my many trips later to Brazil I asked the driver, I had asked for that driver, to take me around. I told him that I wanted to suck one of the dancers and if that was allowed. We went to this other club and he asked for a booth with a curtain and he had two dancers come and dance for us I sucked my first cock. I didn't want to quit, but there is a time clock. My driver paid for one of the dancers and rented a room at this two star hotel and he came to pick me up in the morning. It was paid for, but how else do you start. And these dancers are picked because they are professionals.

My travels take me to lots of places, New York and Amsterdam, Singapore and Bangkok. It is a lot more difficult than you think hooking up with the right kind of place. In spite of my desire I have always been scared of getting rolled or stabbed or catching something really bad. In Copenhagen again, I know where to go for magazines and they are sill sold, I found an add for a club and went there to watch. English is not a problem and I paid for some dances, expensive, but I went back to my hotel to jerk off. I didn't want the porn I wanted to try something real.

I took a chance and asked the night doorman where a man could go and have a chance to meet someone who maybe liked to get together. He pointed me to this bar and he told me to be careful and not go for any of the young men who were there, but try and make friends with someone my age, who was also there looking for someone. But the young men had a reputation for being rough and sometimes they stole your watch. With apprehension I went and just as he said there were these young men there, very aggressive and I took a stool at the bar and an hour later a man came in and sat at the bar and we broke the ice, he was German and told me he came there from time to time and I was honest and told him it was my first time. We went back to his hotel, he had his own way and what he wanted, truthfully he was very headstrong and in charge. I sucked his cock but he wanted to fuck. He picked me up to fuck and when that was over I was asked to leave, he offered to pay me.

I do better now, I am more at ease and if it happens it happens, I hang out where the businessmen go, I work up a conversation, my method is tap on the shoulder, a tap on the hand, a tap on the knee. If they tap back well then it might happen, if they let me lay my hand on theirs then I feel that I can make the approach. Sometimes at my hotel and sometimes at theirs, sometimes it is quick and sometimes it is lots of fun. It is hit or miss. I don't consider myself experienced, I am pretty new at this having sucked my first cock in Brazil only five years ago. I am not looking for a relationship. I lost interest in porn and I want the real thing. Well that is not totally true, I still have my magazines and I can get very worked up with them.

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# 43884 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Straight Male / 40

I was 14 my sister was 10 when we started fooling around ,And I told her I wanted to try wearing female lingerie and clothing so she helped me dress up,it was a Saturday and we were the only 2 home ,I began walking around the house,I said sis take your clothes off and give me a blow job so she did,I fucked her mouth till I cum in it,we herd a noise so she run to her room , I pulled my panties up and straightened my skirt when mom walked in and caught me Crossdressing,it was a little exciting being caught as it made me hard,she yelled at me and sent me to my room and said don't change till I speak with you,I went into my room and lay on my bed still wearing female lingerie and clothing so I pulled skirt up an began jerking off i started to cum when mom walked in an caught me again ..she stood and stared and said so you want to wear women's clothing,she keeled staring at my cock and said it's big while cum was dripping from it she bent down and put her mouth around my cock and sucked it clean,she stood up and gave me a bag full of clothes and said keep what you are wearing and if you want to dress up in female lingerie and clothing then i don't mind ,

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# 43847 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Lesbian Female / 26

My crush on girls has been something that goes back to early puberty, or maybe even earlier. I had very close friends, one of which is my very best friend today. But she and I have never done anything other than being very close friends.

No, my thing is that when I went to study abroad in my junior year of college I roomed with an Italian girl and she really 'liked' girls, she was all over me, kissing me, teasing me, tickling me, boob gabbing, and pussy rubbing. Eventually she did what she wanted which was to go down on me. I liked the sex, I liked being able to actually caress boobs and kiss nipples and touch her pussy and I got to like going down on her. But I never had a crush on her, it was all physical with no feelings. Before we finished our semester and we were both going to go our own way she got very tender and sweet and we really made love, long never ending kisses, caressing, loving, gently touching pussy, tears of having to leave each other. She went with me to the airport and we kissed while people walked around us and stared, don't think that because Italy is liberal they don't stare at girls kissing. She gave me a small charm bracelet and it was a heartbreaking moment. Maybe I didn't have a crush, but I cried on the plane.

When I returned I moped around a long time, spent my senior year in a funk and didn't even feel like I graduated. I didn't interview on campus and went back home to my parents and just hung around eventually getting a nothing job to have something to do. I went out with some girls I knew from high school and I got R by a guy, black eye and all. He kept my panties which he mailed to me later. He sent me a message via one of the girls to meet him at this restaurant in the next town over where he lived. He told me he had been craving me and we left the restaurant without ordering and went to his place and he did me again but this time I opened my legs for it. He slapped me around calling me a real whore but he didn't care he was going to fuck me anyway. He sent for me or called me but otherwise never paid attention to me, but every time he sent for me I opened my legs for him.

I met a girl who came to work at the store I was working at, she had square shoulders, high boobs, thick legs and strong arms, very pretty face with long black hair and blue eyes. She worked out all the time, she ran marathons and had done an Iron Man, she took over bossing me around, and one day she got in my face in the back room and things clicked and she said she knew what I wanted and she kissed me with her hand between my legs. She wasn't at all like my Italy girlfriend, she was hard all over, she barely had a tummy, she waxed completely and her whole pussy mound stuck out, her boobs were perfect globes on her rib cage, her legs were iron and her butt was all muscle, and she had the most beautiful face I had ever seen. I went past the crush stage and fell in love with her and we became a couple. I never went to see my boyfriend again, I blew him off completely.

She worked out several hours a day and she got me into it, she wanted a slim hard body, slim hard thighs and tight butt, no tummy and totally waxed and after several long months of working out with her I looked real different. At the gym she had a reputation for being the hardest of all the women there and everyone looked up to her. Most of the women were in their mid twenties to mid thirties, I know it was women but without blinking you could smell the testosterone. No dicks, but lots of hard clits, spread legs without any vestige of hair on them. It was hard to pick out the butch from the femme, but there were femme body worshipers there too. I guess I fell into that category. During one of our sex sessions I felt like she was fucking me without a dick, it was the same feeling I had when I was fucking with that boyfriend. I kidded her that she really did want a dick. But she is so naturally pretty and she dresses in skirts and dresses to show off her thighs and calves. When she walks her boobs are like rocks, nothing moves. But at work, we sold women's clothes, she goes out of her way to look femme.

I got over the need to be in the gym, I just got bored with it, I stay in shape for her, mostly running and steady workouts but no bodybuilding routines. I am in love with her and she wears my diamond studs all the time now. I never guessed that I would be attracted to a woman like her but I am, or that I would want to be around a bodybuilding gym. Everyone we socialize with has a girlfriend, we don't socialize with any of the men who frequent the gym, not that any of the men there want to be around women.

I thought for the very longest time that I was bisexual, I liked having a man for a while but I realize that I don't switch, and I am in love something I never had before. Maybe I found what I want, I hope so.

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# 43833 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Straight Male / 50

I have always had a high sex drive since a young teen , I have been married twice now and still am to second wife . Even though I am straight I have always loved the naked look of men with hard cocks and enjoyed anal stimulation with toys . Well my curiosity got the better of me and I joined a bi site to see if others out there were similar . I got chatting with this other married guy and he ended up calling around one day when wife was at work . We chatted for a while and watched some porn and got very worked up and watched each other slowly wank off . Suddenly he got on his knees started to give me head which was incredible , he spun around and before I knew it I had his cock in my mouth experiencing my first ever guy guy 69 and tasted my first mouthful of cum which wasn't my own , as much as I wanted to swallow I never did but he took every drop of mine . This was several years ago now and So far my one and only gay experience . I have never cheated on either wife before and still feel some shame about it . My wife has no idea

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# 43831 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Lesbian Female / 30

I was a recently promoted account executive and I was given company X as my target company. They had done business with us before but there was a lot more business that they could send our way. Company X was run by a man from the 'old boy' network, and he had a reputation for putting his hands on a girl, I was warned. In fact warned enough that it was suggested that I always go with someone and not accept invitations to lunch or dinner. But get the account open and grow the business with company X.

I was way too young for that account. In spite of my technical abilities and my marketing skills I was not in the league of the 'old boys'. I did as I had been suggested, on my first call I took a new girl who had just joined us out of college. In Marketing all the girls were young, I was 29 and we hired for looks, although they also had to have the credentials. Marla had the looks and the credentials, graduate from a 1st tier university with honors, smart, mush smarter than any of he rest of us, and she had the look. We liked girls who were not too tall, not too short, not too heavy, not too skinny, not too pretty, not ordinary in any way, we wanted girls who had sex appeal, but hiring a girl who made you get wet well that was something no one had told me about.

My crush on Marla was instant and like any 'old man' I had my hands on her, I kept hugging her and touching her hand and telling her how pretty she was and how we were going to get along and complimenting her clothes and how honored I was to have her join my team, the very first team I had put together. It took a while before I recognized that I had a crush on her, a girl crush. When one day in the ladies room she lifted her skirt up to tuck her shirt down and i saw her standing there in her panties and her little white bottom I knew something was wrong. My heart ran away from me, I couldn't speak when she turned to me, I was immediately wet all the way through my panties, I was trembling. I got scared and I intentionally stopped paying attention to Marla, going to lunch with her, I went cold on her. But I took her with me to company X.

She was cold on that meeting, professionally cold as ice. We sat beside each other and she didn't look at anyone at company X, she only looked at me. She reached under the table to touch my hand for attention, I got scared and missed my line and she grabbed my hand and held it under the table and wouldn't let it go. I had to use my one free hand to make points. When our meeting was over and everyone including the 'old man' in the room said thank you no suggestions were made about lunch, always a bad sign when you are selling. We stood and shook hands and Marla grabbed my hand when we walked into the hall and into the elevator.

I never got a chance to speak, she just said that now I knew how she felt, she was making sure that none of those bozos looked at me or her as meat on their platter, better they went back to their desks convinced that we were queer than make a pass at us. I told her I wasn't queer and she said she disagreed, I was as queer as they came. She could feel it and if I wasn't going to make her happy then she was just going to go find someone that cared about her. I asked her politely if she was queer, if she was a lesbian, not something a supervisor can ask and she responded that of course she was, the only reason she took the job was because of the way I had come on to her. I told her I wasn't a lesbian and she disagreed again. No boyfriend, no dates, but just a little bit of leg and I lost it and to swear to her right there that I wasn't in love with her.

That night at her apartment she showed me what it is to be a queer lesbian. What queer girls do when they are together. Sure you watch enough TV and you think you know, but then again you never actually had a girls hand on your pussy, you never actually had a girls lips on yours, you never actually had to sit on your knees as she opened her legs and offered you her pussy, you actually hand never seen a pussy in that way. Maybe you had never really liked dick, you tried it and never liked it, maybe you just never met the right man. But making the decision to bend down and put you mouth on a girls pussy takes a lot of nerve. A hundred times more nerve than when she put her mouth on yours. Marla was all queer, she just didn't dress queer. She was pretty quick to tell me that she wanted me to walk her and she didn't want to have to reach for my hand. She wanted me to give her the look. So do what I had to do and bend down and eat her pussy.

She never helped me get the account, I quit my job and took a job with another company. She quit her job and she took another job at a different company. We live together and she calls herself the Mrs. She is all queer, queer in ways that I am still figuring out. She is the Mrs. I am learning how to play my role. I never had a problem with asserting my views in a work environment but I have a hard time asserting my views with her but that is what she wants. She wants to be a queer stay at home mom and she wants me to support her. Her dream job is being the Mrs.

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# 43791 - by Anonymous

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