I’ve never, EVER told anyone about this, so I might as well confess now. F*** it.

I’m a guy in my early 40s. Many years ago, probably around 2002 or so, I had a female roommate for a while named Ivy. I had known her for a few years before, and I ended up letting her move in with me and crash on my couch. She had a job and helped out with the bills, and she was really good about cleaning. Plus, she was actually pretty good looking, so that was nice too. Our relationship was always 100% platonic, so there was never any tension or drama between us. Looks-wise, she was waaaaaaay out of my league anyway.

One night when the weather was really bad, Ivy and I decided to get some liquor so we could stay in and drink. After a few hours, she eventually passed out on the couch. I sat there just looking at her for the longest time, imagining what she looked like naked and wishing I could at least just see her without her clothes on.

So I pulled up her shirt and bra and touched her breasts and her belly for a while. Then I took out my digital camera and took a bunch of pictures. She’s lying on her back in most of them, but since she was passed out drunk, I did manage to kinda sit her up on the couch to get some better pics of her t*** without waking her up.

I still have these pictures today. I know a lot of people will say I’m a creep, but I disagree. Actually, I don’t even feel guilty. I’ve never shown them to anyone or posted them online anywhere, and they’ve only ever existed as something hot for me to look at while I m*********. Ivy has never had any idea they exist, and what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, especially since I’m never going to share them with anyone.

So no harm done.

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