The first detailed confession of cheating my wife ever provided was one of the more arousing, erotic experiences I've had. The first time I experienced hands-free ejaculation, outside of a pubescent wet dream was during this confession about her experiences with an ex, "Monty." The confession took place about five years before our first hot wife experience...
Warning this story contains scat, watersports, incest and much more. Also, it is a spin off from Alyssa's Confession the trilogy. Reading it is not necessary but it's there if you want to dive in deeper. Enjoy! ***** It was Detective Hardy's first day back on the job, after shooting an unarmed black teenager. He Tippy-toed through the crowded FBI office, h...
It has been several years since my son and his friends graduated from high school and they all have gone on to finish college as well. For quite a while, the house has seemed empty without the guys spending their afternoons hanging around the house and soaking in the pool. I have to admit I found it more than a little sad to come home from work to an empty h...
Sexual Solace I lay down on the bed, still holding the phone. I was in shock. I had just learned that Brittany Reynolds had died, apparently of a drug overdose. She had been alone in a hotel room. The last time I had seen Brittany my final words to her were, "Call me if you ever decide to see me. I really want to see you and talk with you." Her response was...
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." Warm and lush, her voice trickled through the thin partition of the confession booth, and jolted me into consciousness. I had been mulling over the dream that had attacked me that morning, a dream surely sent by the devil to torment me. I had dreamt of a sea of rolling flesh, quivering buttocks and strident nipples, wh...
"So, um... Chad?" "Yes, Ashley?" "I've been thinking. You know I have a boyfriend, and you might be the only one that might listen to me. This is kind of a confession." "What?" Now, let's pause right here. A myriad of thoughts were running through my head at this point in time. Like: "Why me? Ashley doesn't even talk to me much. What could the confessi...
Father Samuels was by no means a lecherous man. Chosen by God at the young age of 17, he spent most of his life behind the walls of a seminary. Raised in Boston, he earned a scholarship to study in Paris where his role model became none other than the Cure of Ars. As such, he would avert his eyes from women whenever he could and would not even think of touch...
I entered the chapel that Monday morning, after my encounter with my boyfriend, Kevin. He had touched me, and worse, I had liked it. It was different than when I had done it to myself, though I felt guilty about both things. I felt the extreme need to talk to someone, and Father Malone never criticized me or condescended me. He had always been open, friendly...
Chapter 14 -- Finale The time with Graham had been wonderful and in that night he completed her in a way, her fantasy had been fulfilled but in its completion she found a hollow victory. Yes, she had made love to an incredible man and he had been accepting, passionate, and a fabulous lover but he was not her Dominic the man that she had loved her her whole...
The following is a note in the form of a brutally honest sexual confession to a girl I used to work with and found extremely attractive and sexy, but avoided being anything but polite and professional with because she was 6 years younger than me at the time and had only just turned 18. Even though she would flirt with me and had a reputation for partying, I...