quizzical pussy

If anything ever happened to my Real Doll, I realize I’d never be the same again. It would be like losing the only woman I’ve ever loved.

My boyfriend cheats on me w three sluts i know about. More i’m sure. i still have unprotected sex w him and pray that he gets HIV and gives it to me and feels so awful he can’t leave me ever.

Tentacle rape turns me on like NO OTHER and I have absolutely no idea why. My boyfriend would be so creeped out if he knew.

I’m a housewife. I’ve slept with four women in my stroller strides workout group. I’ve developed feelings for two of them, and might be falling in love with one. A part of me wishes I could leave my husband and be with a woman out in the open but he’s supporting me and my kids so I’ll most likely stay with him forever. My goal is to never sleep with my husband or any other man again even though I tell all these women that he refuses to touch me anymore so they can relate to my lies of loneliness and frustration and I can seduce them easier. He hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s a sweet and loyal husband but I don’t like men anymore in that way. I forget to mention that none of these women I am sleeping with know I’m in a sexual relationship with the others. If he or they find out it’s going to be bad.

I truly think I was Natalie Barney in a past life although I thought the idea of reincarnation was stupid until I read about her life.

A long time ago I was at a rave and traded sex for a a hit of E then had sex with a different person for a bottle of apple juice while I was rolling. This is tame compared to what some of my friends did back then. This was in the mid 90’s. It’s a relief to tell someone all this and I hope it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass somehow.

When my friends come to me to get advice about their sex lives, I’m always amazed at how boring their experiences sound. Really guys, doggie-style is not “kinky.”

I’m scared to get tested for herpes because if I have it I have to tell people and it would interfere with my sex life. Pretty sure I have it, though.

A long time ago my (then) best friend accused me of having sex with her boyfriend. I wasn’t/hadn’t. She went so overboard with accusing me that I got tired of it so I did fuck her boyfriend, and every one she had after that. The real kicker…she ended up meeting, and marrying, a guy I made out with one night in a bar.

I’ve become very efficient at chipping away girls’ self esteem so I can fuck and control them. If I can spend enough time around you for you to say “we’re friends” it’s only a matter of time before I have total power and can get you to do whatever I want. I have convinced many hot girls their nasty and worthless. I made one girl who used to blow me away by her debating skills start second-guessing everything she said and thought.

For a girl I deem worth dating, my methods assure she won’t dump me. She tells me she is so lucky to have me allthe time. Whatever happens I’m the good guy. She puts herself below me and asks what I’m doing with someone like her. She’ll do any sexual thing I tell her. Sometimes I tell her to do something disgusting things just to see if she will. I got one girl to agree to fuck a dog but I never made her go through with it. When I’m done with her she’s destroyed and whoever she dates next will be a total downgrade. It never fails. I’m smarter, more successful, better looking, and ten times more interesting then him. He’s always some loser who exists only as proof of how much I’ve broken her down. This is all purely for my own amusement. This is like a sport for me and I don’t feel bad about it, but I do feel a little bad that I don’t feel bad.

I love watching porn with people having sex in front of a lot of other people, but the idea of doing it myself scares the hell out of me.

I’m not sure if I like spanking during sex, but I tell my partner I do since I would feel boring otherwise

I was Girlfriend #5 in a seriously twisted relationship with a man. I’m the most recent addition and all the other girls know about eachother and me. My friend set me up with him and said that he’ll never settle but he’ll treat you well. We had a really expensive dinner the first night we went out. He was a fantastic date and we slept together later. I didn’t like his masochistic-domination sex and never returned his calls.

2 weeks ago, I came down with Herpes. I’m too ashamed to confront him. I shouldn’t have slept with such a manwhore. I cry every night knowing the other girls might not know their diagnosis. Admitting this has giving me the strength to confront him!

Sometimes, when my girlfriend is asleep, I fart on her.

I say I’ve had sex with women of all sizes so they won’t think I’m shallow or tell me don’t knock it till I try it, but it’s a lie. I only like petite women size 5 and under. “Curvy” women are disgusting and need to stop eating so much. My best female friend is secretly in love with me and is a size 10. I keep hoping she’ll lose weight because I do care about her and she has a pretty face. But thinking of fooling around with her fat body makes me upchuck in my mouth a little.

I want rougher sex than my boyfriend will ever be able to give me. :(

…I’ve done a tiny bit of formatting in the form of paragraph breaks where I thought it would be helpful, but otherwise these are pure anonymous confessions, unedited and uncensored. And they are totally mesmerizing. I’m horrified by some of them, relate to others, and most of all I just respectfully request that no one fart on me while I’m sleeping.

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Thank you to everyone who sent in a secret. I’d love to keep this going and post these anonymous confessions regularly. I have no idea who’s sending what and I’m absolutely intrigued by what you guys have to say. If you have anything (or anything else) you want to get off your chest, tell tell tell!