Like a year ago I was caught sucking dick by a hotel maid. Actually being 'caught' was intentional, had planned out the scenario. The objective was to act like we didn't hear her knock and see the shock on her face as she see's me naked sucking dick. The guy I was blowing was covered with a blanket from halfway on up. Me on top just like a 69 with my face aimed towards the corner intending on being seen. It was sexy once we were caught in the act, seeing my naked ass with a big hard dick in my mouth. Of course the only reaction we've gotten was her gasping then saying sorry and walking out. Right after she left it immediately made me even hornier. So I finished sucking his oock off till he blew his load. I really enjoy doing memorable and forbidden sexual acts.

I'm confused. I love sexually dominating women. But I'm not sure if the attraction is the power you get from the bondage, or the power from teasing them and driving them beyond the limits they previously had, or the knowledge that they're letting you do what you want to do and trusting you won't lose control.

The thought of a woman in a 4 point, be it hog tie or tied to bed or spreader... fucking exhilarating. There's that moment when I gently pour oil down their ass crack, and they know exactly where this goes. They feel the slight pressure. They feel it build. There's this conflict, they want to tighten up, but they're also wanting to relax. Then there's that moment, and they slip over, and it's in. They don't want it in their ass. I know they don't like it in their ass. But I patiently pressed, and there it is, they've got a plug in their ass. That's just the beginning.

Once it's in I'll tease, nipples, back, neck, fingering them right to that edge. To be a real asshole I even leave their panties on. They want to cum, but they don't want to seem easy, so they resist... but eventually there's no choice and it sends them over. They're so sensitive... Theres always this feeling of bliss and failure. Always a big wet spot and a reminder that i got them off with a plug up their ass.

Most would assume you plug, you finger, you fuck... nope. Now it's personal. Now I find something else to tease them with. Could be their toy, could be a paint brush, maybe a toothbrush, could be a vegetable, possibly their high heel, or a marker, or a hairbrush, could even be their husband's favorite cigar. But I'll have something personal to make sure they get fucked good. Something personal, something theyll remember. I want them cumming even harder this time. After they cum I'll usually leave it in. If they're tied to the bed I'll ride their face. If they're hog tied or bent over they know they're getting skull fucked. But it's not rough, it's not gagging... I throat fuck them and I enjoy it. If I cum I try to cum on their face. Again they don't want a facial. I know they hate cum on their face, but they let me do it. A few times they've asked me to wipe it off. If they do I use their panties.

So by the time I finally fuck them they've accepted a plug in their ass, sticky warm cum on their face, and two really good teasings. All of that builds to a great fuck... I let them think i forgot but i never do. Its like a cherry on top. They felt it the whole time. As they feel it start to slide they know.... the plug is coming out and they're about to get ass fucked. Putting it in their ass is fun. Hearing them admit I'm in their ass is even better... but yeah as dominant as I can be it's the tease that really gets me.

The women I've dominated range from 23 to 56. So many firsts for so many of them. Most never let a partner put even a finger in their ass before. Half never used objects, a few never gave blowjobs and most never had cum play... Some have done cuffs, or a leash, but full bondage is new for them. And yet they let me do all that and more, because they trust me.

I want to dominate a girl and turn her into my personal sex toy. I would keep her face shoved into my pussy and ass for hours while she does her job pleasing me. I want to watch her squirm when I shove big toys and objects in her holes but leave her wanting that orgasm that I deny her. I love when a cream pie is eaten out of me by a girl with soft lips. My favorite fantasy is one where I can simply snap my fingers and she immediately drops to her knees and pulls my clothes out of the way to get her tongue on my clit - I get so wet from the thought of this being real

I found my fathers dildo collection when I was 30years old. My father is divorced. I heard my mother say shortly after they split "I hope he is happy with his toys". On day when I was checking on his house, making sure the heater was working during winter, curiosity go the better of me. Under the bed I found a box with an impressive dong that must have been a 12 incher. There was also a more slender vibrator. Both were clean but well used. I got shaky, nervous even, and instantly hard. I thought to myself, "should I touch them?". I knew my dad had these up his ass and would jerk off while sitting on these massive dildos. I never had a daddy fetish before, but I had to touch them. I had to feel the object that fucks my father. I ran to the bathroom and jerked off all over myself, the hardest I've cum in a long time. Right after I felt almost ashamed. I cleaned up, put everything back just as I saw them and left. I had 2 days left before my dad came home. I was hard again before I got home after a 15 minute drive. I jerked off again and again.

The next day I gave myself a couple of hours before work and checked on the house again. This time I wasn't going to feel ashamed or nervous. I also got it into my head that I had to lick and suck these toys that fuck my dad. The vibrator was smaller but honestly looked less clean so I choose the big dong. I licked round the head, imagining the last time it was pressed against my father's asshole. I kissed the tip and licked up and dad the shaft. I finally popped the whole tip into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. I wondered how thoroughly it was clean ever the last use, but it was too late to worry and I didn't care. It drove me crazy and I again blew a huge load.

I still get hard and jerk off thinking about it. The toys have since disappeared from under the bed, I don't know where they went and wonder if someone got suspicious and moved them. Well that's my story and I swear it is true.

Did you ever have a role model in life, someone you look up to, and who makes you jealous?

I did.

In hs, I had this friend, popular blonde, very beautiful, and she was my best friend, and still is, to this day, but she is not the one - her older sister. Also a blonde, very beautiful, but since she is two years older than us, I always wanted to be like her, to attract men she does, to dress the way she does, act and conduct myself, like she does.

I wanted to be her.

By all objective standards, I do look good, some would argue very good, but I always felt that I came too short, comparing to her.

All this, pretty much ruined my sex life. My bfs were all, not good enough, since I couldn't imagine that she would be with them. Later on in life, all this is responsible for thousands of dollars, I left to my therapist, trying to get rid of this infatuation with her.

First stupid thing I did, was to have sex with her college bf. We had sex in his car. She somehow found out about his affair, and dumped him. I was 100% sure she knew it was me, but no, he actually had no idea that we were friends.

While we did it, I felt like her, and it gave me the best orgasm in my life.

After that, since, you figured out by now that we stayed close after hs and college (I was a maid of honor on her sister's wedding), she started dating this big guy, and it looked pretty serious. But men will be men, and after just a few signs I threw his way, he made his advance. We had sex for over a year. That was a great time, and the sex was amazing, once again. We did everything, anal, dress up, role play, everything. But, the catch was, that after a year or so, he told me he wants to leave her, for me.

That was the best feeling in the world, but... I panicked, and just cut any ties with him. Once again, I thought she will find out. No, he just left her, without any explanation.

That is the point in which I started therapy, and after some while, managed to distance myself from all that craziness. In the mean time, she met a man she later married.

I evaded her, and everything around her, until their wedding day. He was dreamy - tall, handsome, successful.

That day, I hooked up with the best man, just because he was his best friend, and it turned into a relationship.

For seven years, I was with this man, and I was thinking of another. That sent me into a spiral of sexual deviance (I am here, am I), and fantasy. Since he was his best friend, and I was a good friend of hers, we started spending lots of time together. I didn't wanna do anything, not even try - special thanks to my therapist - but it was just pouring out of me. We would go to vacations together, and I would, for instance ,sunbathe topless, in front of them, even though I never did that before. I would wait for the right moment, to ask him, when we were left alone, to rub in some sunscreen on me. Besides vacation, I would do similar stuff, just to point his attention towards me. He didn't even look at me, I was totally uninteresting to him.

After our evenings together, we would go home and have the greatest sex ever, all because I was thinking of him, while being with my bf. After a while, I even introduced a dildo in our sex, I was riding it, while sucking him off, or sucking it, while my bf fucked me, imagining that he was with us.

Somewhere along the way, in therapy, we realized that I have shifted my obsession from her, to him, fully. I started detesting her, hating her, with all the bad things going through my mind.

Then, one evening, he told all of us that he has some problems at work, and that he can't find a trustworthy assistant. Without thinking, I offered myself. Everyone loved the idea - who can he trust, if not one of his wife's closest friends.

Maybe a month after I started working for him, I dumped my bf. It was just me and him, all day long, my time is coming.

Only it didn't. I did all I could, wearing a short skirt, showing a glimpse of garters, only to be warned that I must dress more formally. Same happened with wearing no bra on a white shirt - not professional. I gave my best, but he just wasn't interested.

This went on for years, and years, and my sex life was non existent, residing on the web of fantasies, I was living off.

I met a man, from a nearby town, with whom I started having casual sex, and, I ended up pregnant. I found out early, two weeks in. Told him, and he asked me to move in with him, asking me to marry him. I said yes, without thinking, but after further insight by my therapist, we all agreed, it was the only way for me to heal, and that that would be possible only if I go as far as possible, and cut all of them out of my life.

I have announced the news to them, gave in my two weeks notice, and they were both happy for me. She asked me to promise that we won't become strangers, and that we will visit each other.

The last day in the office, he stayed late, so did I. When I entered his office, he was surprised that I haven't left sooner, and I said something like "not without saying goodbye".

He stood up to hug me, and I kissed him. He backed off, surprised, but when I tried it again, he did the same.

Couldn't beleive it! After all the bending over, teasing, unbuttoned shirts, he didn't even get it. I grabbed his crotch, and he was hard as hell, so I just got on my knees, and started unbuttoning him. I didn't plan on kissing him, it just happened, but this, in my crazy logic, I wanted to leave him no choice, because, what man would refuse that from a beautiful woman.

He was holding one of my hands, but I put his cock in my mouth. He said something like, "no, please", but then I started thrusting hard, swallowing it all. At that point he gave in, and enjoyed.

I was so wet, I thought I would leave a puddle on the floor. It was surreal. When he came in my mouth, I swear to God, I came, handsfree, fully dressed.

He looked like he got tossed around by a hurricane.

"What a hell was this?"he finally asked.
"Nothing you should worry about, I am moving and getting married."

And that was the end of it. Two days later, we moved, and I never saw them again. It has been more than five years. She called me a couple of times, but I didn't answer, and after a while she got the message.

I have healed. This confession is kind of a burden dumping, since I can't tell this to anyone else, except my new therapist. I still have leftovers from that life, I visit this place, and there is a dildo in our bed room, but his face is not there any more.

I understand that this can be a bit overwhelming, but it is what it is. You can judge me, I get that, many poor choices are behind me, but are we even human, if we have none of those.

I like seeing those pics of girls getting fisted or having big object stuffed into their pussies. And sometimes, I think I want to start doing that.

But then I wonder if it would ruin my pussy. I know they shrink back down but do they shrink back ALL the way down?

Cuz my pussy is pretty tight right now and I can enjoy sex with any sized man. If I stretch it, wouldnt it be less pleasurable with a man who isnt really big?

My husband is a cuckold.

He came clean about a year ago, and I was flabbergasted, and disgusted, to the point of thinking of leaving him - what am I to do with such a man.

But, after cooling down, and him being smaller than a grain of rice for months, I started the subject once again - what would he like, how does he feel, is it just a fantasy or... To be honest, I kind of felt sorry for him, in the end, this is the man I love, so I agreed that he might post me online, for other men to view me, but without face being shown, and even posed in lingerie as well as naked, for the purpose. That made him so happy.

I did not expect his feedback on the matter, I thought that that thing will make him satisfied, but he started showing me the comments, chats he had with other men, and asked if I would engage in a way, so I was curious, nothing more, so I did.

I was amazed how many men found me attractive, even though objectively I am not, pushing 40, short, stubby, not pretty, but the last one did not really matter, since the photos were faceless. There were guys as young as 20, and as old as 75, thinking naughty things about me.

So, I engaged, and, that lead to me becoming his chat partner, and evolved into some cam showing, and similar stuff, in the end, that is how I found out about this place.

Last month, we had our first IRL encounter with a bull, a handsome man, in his early 30's. My confession is, that I enjoyed it so much, that I can't wait for this to happen again, but I do not want to come off as too pushy, since I still have that, "I am doing this for you" facade.

There is a big chance my husband will read this, and realize it is me, and part of me wants him to find out how into all this I am.