I have fooled my female coworkers so many times and have got them to send pictures of their feet. There is skinny Indian girl in my office who leaves her footwear under her desk daily. I cum on her shoes every day after the office hours. now i want him. i want him more than man i have ever had a desire to have. i want that big thing in me. i want to feel him on top of me. i want his weight pinning me to the bed as he takes me to be his. As I was climbing up the very steep stairs, I realized that Stan was right behind me getting a great view of my bare butt. I was instantly aroused. I couldn’t believe the warm wave of horny-ness that blew through me. Finally having an older man look at me that way and getting an obvious erection doing so. I was very excited. I always went up to the loft alone but now Stan was daily finding excuses to escort me up those stairs. I would fantasize about him throughout the day anxious to get to work and being sure to wear skirts and dresses that would give Stan the best views without being obvious to others. We started dating "secretely" and I never told anyone. When the pool would close we would go and make out in the engine room. One thing lead to another and we started exchanging blow jobs. It was an amazing rush. i was a little girl again, and this big strong man held me safely in his arms. my breast pressing tightly to him--he kissed me deeply, then began to fondle me. his scent was intoxicating, as his hands roamed freely across my body. my top was gone, and my bikini bottom was pushed to the side. his fingers invaded my private parts, and i moaned as i buried my face against his hairy chest.

XConfessions is completely crowd-sourced erotic cinema: the public's secret desires are turned into screenplays for Erika Lust and guest directors from around the world. If you’re ready to confess, your secret fantasy might just be our next short film. As a young horny high school boy, I would jerk off on many occasions thinking of Johnathan. He was dating the hottest school cheerleader and I used to wonder if they had sex.

My Confession by Vegas Bound

I was never attracted to any other guys until I met him. There was a sexual tension between us that was pallatable and he was so nice and attentive. September came and the campgroung closed for the season and I never heard or saw him again. I have been with a friend once, but it wasn't gratifying as we were drunk and she didn't reciprocate as much as I thought she would. It left me feeling weird, and maybe her too. i felt so small, insignificant compared to this man! at 6 ft 4 in in heels, i have never been towered over by anyone--until then. i stood there, helpless to say anything, my face bright red, and even down into my chest. i'm married. i still want him. he watches my room, and i strip for him to see. my husband doesn't know. His words and wants made me wet with desire. I lifted my skirt exposing my pussy inches from his mouth, “Do you want me?”

You could call me a business traveler, as I spend about 100 nights per year on the road visiting suppliers.I’m not Jesus; but a lot more of you would make it to Heaven listening to me than most preachers, and even I wouldn’t listen to me. My daughter and husband eagerly took their front row seats in tense anticipation. My son followed me out of the pool and over to the laid out towel just in front of our, “Watchers.” I played stupid, turned around and moved down the ladder to where my skirt was at his face level. “Why .. what’s wrong Stan?”

That was half the agreement. The other half was the party getting ready to get it on, had to notify the other party so they could be invited to watch the exchange if they wanted to. The invitations are usually texts with a place and time for the desired deed.

He said, “Come on girl you know what you’re doing! And I’m loving it but I know your family. You’re making me want to do things that wouldn’t be proper.” A few years ago I dated an artist. He treated my body and our sex like art. He. Took. His. Time. He consciously and deliberately decided which part of my body to bite or caress next. He built anticipation. He was calculated. He was artistic. And now I only want to have sex that feels like art. Anything less feels like trying to hang a connect-the-dots picture on walls of the Met.” —N.S., 39 I don’t like preachers. They spread racism; classism, and homophobia. They teach members to push gay children out of families. Yet these fat divorced preachers run around looking at porn and hitting on other people’s wives. I used to work with one. I took great pleasure into proving to people he was misquoting the Bible and a sinner. Oh I know I’m a sinner too. my heart raced, i peeked out the window of the bedroom--what had i done? my husband was not home yet, i watched and saw him in his room. he stripped for a shower, and i know he saw me. he saw me stare. it was like my forearm large... i had to stare, i was dumbfounded.