My brother-inlaw is our landscaper. It started downpouring so he ran inside soaking wet. I told him to wait at the door and I'll be right back with a towl

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My brother-inlaw is our landscaper. It started downpouring so he ran inside soaking wet. I told him to wait at the door and I’ll be right back with a towl and dry clothes. When I returned he was naked except for his soaked tight stretchy black briefs with a pouch that was stuffed. I laid the towel and clothes on the counter next to him. Instead of taking the towel he proceeded to undress. I lustfully watched him slide his briefs down. When his d*** just sort of popped and dropped, I gasped. I was shocked and froze. His p**** was thick, firm, and long just hanging and not erect. I wanted to see his p**** head but I couldn’t because he was uncircumsized. My only s** was with husband who is circumsized so I had many wonders. Such as whether to pull the foreskin back or leave it as I run my tongue up the underside to the head. I was wet and aroused. I thought his d*** might be the perfect size. A bit uncomfortable until you got in and going. I was in a trance like state while he acted so calm and natural. I wanted to touch him but couldn’t. I sensed he was enjoying me watch. It seemed evident by the way he gripped and moved his d*** with one hand while pulling up the boxers. I could feel my n****** harden as I looked at the tip of his p**** showing from the bottom of the boxers. He reached in and pulled his s****** up and try to resituate as I watched and imagined him playing with himself while admiring my firm perky C cup t***. Too many thoughts. As he pulled the boxers off, handing them to me saying they don’t work for me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Next he puts the shorts on without underwear. I hope his third leg does not drop out. Once again he reached in and moved his d*** around to get comfortable I guess. Very s*** to watch. I was loosing control and wanted him to leave before I did something naughty. He saw that the rain stopped and walked outside as he thanked me for the clothes. So wanting his big p**** to slide in and f*** my tight wet p**** was so on my mind that I dropped to the floor and masturbated wishing he would return for something he forgot, like his wet clothes. I wanted him to walk and see my show now.
I read some confessions, masturbated and wrote my confession as I relived my day and masturbated some more. How could my husband and his little (lol) baby (as in 18) brother be so alike and so different? My husband has become too boring and predictable for being just 21.
The stories I read combined with wanting my brother in-law’s big snake to quiver over, around, and through my neatly trimmed mound have brought out hidden fantasies and desires. Did brother tell how he striped and why he was wearing his brothers clothes and why no sock brief. What might happen on future lawn care days. Maybe he brings his cute little petite girlfriend. She’s smaller than me, built, and very s***. Do they f*** and if so how does Abby get it in? Is it too long or fat? I want to hear hear moan and watch her struggle with sliding that huge prick into her tight, wet, freshly shaven p****. To help out I pull back his foreskin and see his head for the first time. I keep the skin pulled down and s*** till I get a taste or precum. Then I quicly turn to Abbey and lick her p**** for our first times ever. She’s already wet and quivers when I get a nibble of her swollen c***. I grab bro’s c*** and help guide it in her v*****. Once in I mount her 69 style. She immediately goes for my hungry p****. She’s tearing me up as I alternate between d*** and c***. Before my first t******** is over we switch to many positions including riding the biggest c*** I have ever seen first hand.

New Confession

I am a 25-year-old virgin still trapped in my parents’ house, and I am putting my absolute darkest secret out into the open because I feel like I was reincarnated just to suffer. My life is a complete joke, and everything cucks me. I feel like I lost all purpose, and honestly, the only things holding me back from ending it are my parents and the social pressure and humiliation. I just want my own place to finally try out stuff like alcohol or hookers, or to get myself brutally dominated just to see if it makes me feel whole. But I get so cucked I cannot even leave the house outside of work or come a minute too late at home, and it is so draining.

Look at the architecture of who built me. My immigrant parents brought me here, couldn’t teach me the language, and threw me into special education where I was branded, bullied, and broken. The school bullies destroyed my self-worth. Even worse was a girl back then who publicly humiliated me while I wore track pants, sticking her finger slightly inside my b*** in front of others and then smelling it, while her profile bio literally said Alhamduillah, f*** her. Look at the adults who warped me: a mean babysitter who dominated me, and two female therapists in their 30s who had me lie on the ground, trampled me with their feet, and talked about how strong I am and how much weight I could take. That planted a sickness in me.

Look at my first crush who completely humiliated me, rejecting the necklace I got her and telling me to bring it to a reunion, calling me her sissy, and screenshotting my confession of love to send to her friends. I curse every single second and minute I wasted waiting for her texts. Then there was that female coworker with the age gap, my exact type. We had fun shifts, but she was a b**** who used me, made me do her bidding, and then replaced me. After she got the ick from learning too much about me, she isolated me, made others believe I had a crush on her, got me bullied, and drove me to call in sick until I got another job. I still stalk her profile pictures, freeze up when I see her, block and delete chats, and use AI to generate pictures of us out of sheer obsession.

My brain is a disaster. I have undiagnosed ADHD, autism, and aphantasia, meaning I cannot even properly visualize the opportunities I try to manifest. I cannot tie shoes, read a clock, or do basic math, which makes me feel retarded. I am right wing leaning against migration. I am literally the same race as these pieces of s*** out there raising the birth rates, mistreating women, and acting like gang rapists, but I am so cucked and useless. I hate my name, my culture, everything. I am smart enough to understand how backwards we are, even psy-opping myself with a BNWO fetish and plapping.

P*** addiction started early and completely destroyed my masculinity, sinking me into deep depression. I try to quit, I try to lose weight, but every time I try to improve, people trigger me. Everyone abuses me, uses me, and blocks me. I cant even move out because my parents get a panic attack, yet they expect me to marry and give them grandkids while they cuck me to oblivion. It all feels so cruel. I don’t even have any friends, even that was not wanted. I don’t even know how or if I can fix myself. Maybe putting this out here will change something, because this is my ultimate secret.

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