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I am 29 paki sub femboy in London. I have got a good job but when I look at hairy natural built 60 plus white dom men I want to serve them. want their spit on my face. and want to be their live in sex slave. I want my clients to know my filthy side so they can abuse me in my office. I love to be hi and then online on zoom and the expose. yself and get recorded. I want a sugar daddy who encourages me to take risk at work and flirt with my clients and leave my flithy accounts open at work with clear pictures so they can search me.
I don't really know what love is, or how to recognize the feeling or when I'm feeling it but I know I really like this guy. He's such a good friend, and he's so sweet and gentle- it messes with my head so much. All the walls I put up with everyone else falls around him and my usual edgy distancing doesn't work. He sees right through me. I want to spend as much time with him as I can. Unfortunately he's engaged and I don't really know how to deal with it. In any other case I could easily just sort of... bury my feelings until it withers away and then work on closure from there. Emotionally I cannot bring myself to it this time. I feel awful for it. I've always been taught crushing on someone taken isn't right and now I feel like a homewrecker when I haven't even done anything. I've really never been in this position, emotionally or otherwise and I don't really know how to deal with it. I wish I could be with him but I know that's not happening. So I'm just sitting here, with all these feelings and really unable to do anything about it. It's frustrating.
My fiancé has erectile dysfunction. We're both very eccentric people and aside from our sex life, everything in our relationship is absolutely perfect. I can't imagine anything better. He's my best friend, I can talk to him about everything. Including the fact that I've started to fantasize about his best friend, CF. I told him the first time it happened. We hadn't had sex for months and I didn't masturbate or watch porn, out of respect for his already deteriorating self esteem. He feels less of a man because of his condition. But then one night, I had a very vivid, sexual dream where it involved CF. I told him about this as soon as I woke up. I felt like it wasn't right that I dreamt of CF and I making passionate love. But at the same time, it wasn't in my control. This was weeks ago. He was hurt by it, greatly, but he expressed that he understood. He said this was all a result of his inability to perform sexually. I comforted him and I reassured him that I would be there for him, that this won't get between us. Tonight, I tried to masturbate. But I can't bring myself to think of my fiancé. Given it reminds me so much of all the times he's gone soft inside of me, neglected, or dismissed any sexual advances I made. So as I came close to climaxing, I found myself whispering CF's name, picturing that it had been him that brought me such a pleasant feeling. All this happened while my fiancé is asleep. I feel guilty. I feel like what I did was wrong. I feel like it could eventually turn into something more damaging than me thinking of my fiance's best friend while I'm pleasing myself. What should I do?
confessions of Abraxs #2 i dont usuually keep track of days like i did when i was in school or working. It had actually taken me roughly 4 days to realize that we had even entered the month of march. Though once the realization finally hit, it didnt take long before my heart began to race faster. my anxiety spiked at least 10 times higher than before. the realization was that of Leo and the fact that he had only hours left until he was finally let out of jail. And yes. he did finally get out. when his chat bubble pops up on my phones screen i knew and had grinned bigger than i had inna while.. well of course good ol drax (goth ex) caught wind of the fact leo and i had been talking. blew up my phone with the normal poor me boo whoos. but ignored. ive accepted the fact that i think i have in fact fallin in love with this already taken 24 year old with the body of a God. kinda makes me wish i could be that complete homewrecker type just to be able to snipe him from his woman but i DO have SOME moralistic lines i cant fully cross. its currently 2:01am March 9th and im grinning and blushing more than i have in months. Oh and making my night/early morning so muc better is the fact that Leo is sitting next to me right now <3 and by gawd is he fucking gorgeous.. *she hudders as he runs one of his knife blades across the exposed skin of her back
I wish I could have 2 maids of honor. now I have to choose between my sister, and my best friend of 20 years who's basically my other sister.
Y'all know Lips of an Angel by Hinder? That's totally me right now and it's tearing me apart. My wife deserves a man that won't consider--even for a fraction of a second--being with someone else. I started talking again (as a friend) with an ex I was with for four years and now I have internal conflict. I won't leave my wife nor cheat on her in any way and I genuinely love her beyond words, but I find myself subconsciously wishing at times she was my ex and I feel so terrible and so guilty, because my wife is so sweet, loyal and innocent and treats me like royalty, and it'd break her heart if she knew my secret desire; I wouldn't be able to bear witnessing her pain if she ever found out. I'm trying to squander wanting my ex, but it's unbelievably difficult. I hate this internal conflict so much and I wish I knew how to permanently get rid of desiring my ex.
When i was 17 i had come up with "dating rules" for myself. (and yes i am a female. one of gothix lifestyle) 1.) no guys shorter than me 2.) no guys younger than me 3.) age no more than 4 years older. well as of recently ive followed those pretty well (im 28 now) i got with a goth guy here in my town who turned out to be an abusive prick. he ended up doing meth sometime after us getting together. inevitably i end up going with him to some of his connect points. at one of these trap houses a guy came in. i normally just play Overdox on my phone and ignored most people. when this guy (to whom im going to refer to here as Leo) walked in it was like the energy in the room completely changed. he and i locked eyes for a momet before i looked back to my game. my head then began to reel. who the hell is he? whos he know round here that i know? ( which by this point our house became known to everyone on west side as THE W 3rd house. alot of sketchy tweekin persons in an out. wasnt my place so i didnt really have much say) the now kinda ex goth (at this time my bfriend) we'll call drax got his whatever and we left. hadnt seen leo again but was oddly on my mind constantly. found out a couple months later his name that he was 24 and that was actually a friend of my then (sexy as hell) housemate aly. weeks had passed at this pont when drax finally went back to work and come back he began telling me that using leos real name had started there after drax had to fired and we're now working together. damn. while drax was at work on night Leo had actually had one off and came to alys house to see her. he and he had come down to the living room where i slept and started painting boxes. leo and i began to talk and i noticed that my anxiety just seemed to disappear around him. he and i had told each other that we thought the other was pretty awesome and had grown to be pretty close friends. he grew to be my favorite person. i was falling for him hard ( there goes rule number 2) bout a month later learn that he had a girlfriend and that she had been in mexico but was coming back soon AND that he was gonna have to spend time in jail (2 months). my heart kinda broke but kept myself composed. he invited me over to thw hotel he had been staying in since his gfriend had left. for days i stalled and declined. i knew what was going to happen. i was going to get my hopes up for something. but finally i went. we watched a movie I couldn't tell you the title to to save my life. we kinda cuddled each other while we enjoyed the no chaos. i cant remember how it happened, but he and i ended up lips locked together with my finger tangled in his fine hair. next thing we're naked me screamin, nails in his back as hes balls deep inside me. Not once. not twice. but 5 times that night and one more time in the morning. the norning he was to get ready to go get his woman from the airport. i only fell harder. i miss him. He's supposed to be out within the next few days n im anxious as fuck
Normally I'm fine with having a vagina, and I really enjoy it during sex. I love getting head, I love taking cock. But every so often I crave the feeling of having a dick instead. It feels like I have some kind of phantom appendage that desperately needs to be jerked off, but there's nothing to wrap my hand around. I so badly want to know the feeling of sliding into a warm, wet hole just waiting to be stuffed with cock... The feeling of soft lips wrapping around my shaft, the friction of a wiggling tongue caressing from tip to base. I don't watch much porn, but when I do, I always picture myself in the man's position. I love being a submissive girl... but sometimes I just really, REALLY want to be a dominant man.
Im straight but I get turned on at a dude's chest if he has a toned, shaved body. Does that make me gay?