After matter of minutes of having my first kiss, I lost my virginity at 17. To a guy who was in a two year relationship. It all started when I walked into

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After matter of minutes of having my first kiss, I lost my virginity at 17. To a guy who was in a two year relationship. It all started when I walked into IHOP with my friends, we looked to the right of us and saw a group of boys who went to a private school. One boy in particular standed out, tall with beautiful hair and skin, he looked like Aladdin. My friends and I couldn’t stop blushing, I acted like a total fan girl. Often trying to look at him from the table I was sitting at. My friend got the courage to ask for his Snapchat. Surprisingly he had shared it with us. Him and I hit it off, we would constantly text and would FaceTime until I fell asleep. I trusted and opened up to him, I thought I knew him but I really didn’t. He seemed like the total package, something to good to be real. All my friends had the worst feeling about him, begging me to cut him off, but I didn’t listen. I should have known, I recognized all the red flags but chose to ignore them. I just wanted to see good, nothing else. He helped me open my eyes to so much, he got me wanting to do and be better. Butterflies in my stomach every time I would see the notification of his call or text. As my friends were in disapproval, my feelings just kept getting stronger. Only for it to all shatter in just a blink of a eye. After sometime, I sneaked out to hang out with him. We went up to his room, watched Harry Potter, and what started as innocent cuddling turned to something more. My whole life virginity had meant a lot to me. How did I just put all my morals aside? Was it because I was feeling lonely and insecure? I still ask myself those questions. He dropped me back home and I fell right asleep. I woke up to get ready for work, while at work I realized he hadn’t texted me which was odd. I checked his Snapchat and realized he had unadded me. I was in total disbelief. I cried feeling pathetic in the bathroom of my job. I was so lost. I tried putting all the blame on myself, saying it was all my fault. That I wasn’t good enough. I was left with so many unanswered questions, not even a goodbye text. I had soon found out he has done this to several other girls. Yet, I still just wanted to talk to him like old times, I hated myself for missing him even with all the things he had done. Other guys had tried to talk to me but it never felt the same, I just wanted to talk to him. After a couple of weeks, I had found out he has been having a two year relationship with another girl. When finding that out, I got the closure I needed. However, it still does not take away the pain he had left. Feeling like I am not worthy or good enough for anyone. Day by day I am getting my confidence and self respect back. It’s all a slow process but one thing I can thank him for, is giving me a huge life lesson where I can learn and to grow from it all. So I can be better and know better. To know my worth. I’m still not 100% over it, but time is what is needed. Everything seems like it would be in a movie, it all just seems like a bad dream that I can’t wake up from. I still wish him no harm and only want to see good come his way. My heart breaks every time I think about it, I don’t know what I would do if I ever see him again. Will I throw something to his head? Or will I pretend he doesn’t exist and show that I am doing good? Or will I just break down?

New Confession

I started exp.osing myself in grade school. The girls were shocked and ran. In most cases they couldn’t see who I was because I covered my face.

Then in high school I ra.ped a girl. I ti e d her to a picnic table and spread her wide open. I examined her holes and then ra.ped her while she screamed and begged. It was a fantastic orga.sm. I kept her pa.nties as a souvenir. I released her and she must not have reported it because I never got in trouble. Too humiliating for her.

In college I ra.ped two more girls. I ra.ped one in the parking lot by dragging her into the nearby woods. I kept her pa.nties too.

Then there was this other girl who was always going around campus telling the male students to not ra.pe anyone. She promoted the idea that there was a ra.pe crisis. I think she just needed some co.ck so one weekend I took her and I ra.ped her repeatedly all weekend long, over and over.

Up her pu.ssy many times and up her a s s too. She was furious, she screamed and raged but eventually she broke and begged and pleaded. Funny thing was that she clim.axed several times while I ra.ped her. I also rubbed her cli.t with my finger and she clim.axed for that too. Her cl.it swelled and got really hard when I rubbed it, she started rocking and begging, “no, no, please no”. She kept rocking back and forth and then she couldn’t hold back anymore and she clim.axed, shivered, shook, moaned and moaned.

I asked her how it was to be the big ra.pe fear spreader on campus and then to get ra.ped She begged me to not tell anyone. I knew then she wasn’t going to report it. After that she no longer spread fear or talked about the male students being ra.pists. I bet she mast.urbates regularly while remembering being ra.ped and it’s probably the best or.gasms she ever has.

Funny thing is I’m dating a girl now who says that ra.pists should be cas.trated, emas.culated, de-balled. She doesn’t know that I am a ra.pist. She doesn’t know my history. I tried to persuade her against cas.tration but she says that ra.pe is so humiliating, it breaks the girl mentally and impacts her for life so the ra.pist should be neutered. She says so “his gun doesn’t have any more bullets”. She means his co.ck can’t shoot a load. It really irritates me to hear her talk that way. I’ve been treating her rougher in bed and I’m just going to drag her into the bedroom, strip her na.ked and ra.pe her. I think that’s what she needs. It’s what they all need and want.

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My husband always told me he fantasized about watching me getting fucked by another man. The idea turned me on too. One night we decided to fulfill the fantasy. He dropped me off at a local bar wearing a short skirt and heels. I was h**** just from the way I looked. He was going home and waiting outside the bedroom window. It didn’t take long to find an interested stud. I was 28 and he was probably about 35. After letting him touch me under my skirt , I suggested we go back to my place and play. I sucked his c*** on the short ride to the house. He was so ready. We went into the bedroom and I left the light on , giving my husband a good view. I layed on the bed and the stranger went down on my shaved, wet p****. It was so exciting knowing I was being watched. He got naked and his big c*** was rock hard. He entered me and pushed it deep inside me. I screamed uncontrollably as he started pounding me. After about 20 minutes he came inside me. He soon got dressed and left. My husband came inside and told me how hot that was. As c** was running out of me, he started f****** me again. My p**** was so h****, I screamed in ecstasy again. I think we found a new k**** boredom breaker