The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions: The largest ever collection of intimate admissions by ordinary people (Mammoth Books)

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As I was climbing up the very steep stairs, I realized that Stan was right behind me getting a great view of my bare butt. I was instantly aroused. I couldn’t believe the warm wave of horny-ness that blew through me. Finally having an older man look at me that way and getting an obvious erection doing so. I was very excited. I always went up to the loft alone but now Stan was daily finding excuses to escort me up those stairs. I would fantasize about him throughout the day anxious to get to work and being sure to wear skirts and dresses that would give Stan the best views without being obvious to others. Recently my wife went into town grocery shopping and I thought both kids went with her, but her daughter stayed behind, and I began to masturbate on the couch to a video of my wife, and her daughter ended up coming downstairs and not knowing how long she had been watching me I got up to go to the bathroom and cum in there, but I saw her my stepdaughter rubbing her beautiful big tits and her clit not knowing Id already seen her, and suddenly I get a little harder and asked her if she wanted help I was a smooth 16 year old boy in the 70's and I was totally infatuatued by the lifeguard at the campground. He was 18, wore a red speedo, had hairy manly legs and a perfect happy trail on his stomach. He was tone, tan and friendly with me. Well I hung out at the pool every day as we would chat endlessly and I could not get enough of him. I don’t like preachers. They spread racism; classism, and homophobia. They teach members to push gay children out of families. Yet these fat divorced preachers run around looking at porn and hitting on other people’s wives. I used to work with one. I took great pleasure into proving to people he was misquoting the Bible and a sinner. Oh I know I’m a sinner too.

i felt so small, insignificant compared to this man! at 6 ft 4 in in heels, i have never been towered over by anyone--until then. i stood there, helpless to say anything, my face bright red, and even down into my chest. I was never attracted to any other guys until I met him. There was a sexual tension between us that was pallatable and he was so nice and attentive. September came and the campgroung closed for the season and I never heard or saw him again. His words and wants made me wet with desire. I lifted my skirt exposing my pussy inches from his mouth, “Do you want me?”

My Confession – By Gooey-Pelican

I’m not Jesus; but a lot more of you would make it to Heaven listening to me than most preachers, and even I wouldn’t listen to me. You could call me a business traveler, as I spend about 100 nights per year on the road visiting suppliers. He said, “Come on girl you know what you’re doing! And I’m loving it but I know your family. You’re making me want to do things that wouldn’t be proper.” A few years ago I dated an artist. He treated my body and our sex like art. He. Took. His. Time. He consciously and deliberately decided which part of my body to bite or caress next. He built anticipation. He was calculated. He was artistic. And now I only want to have sex that feels like art. Anything less feels like trying to hang a connect-the-dots picture on walls of the Met.” —N.S., 39 I get to my room and I am frustrated with myself. I go inside, take a bathroom break and sit on the sofa. As I do this, the number 618 runs through my head.

Before I had my son, sex with my husband was very vocal. I’m talking moaning, screaming, shouting, like something out of a dirty movie—but with love. Now that our son is old enough to start asking a lot of awkward questions about all the noise, I’ve had to tone things down. But every so often I have to let myself go. We head to the bathroom—my favorite private place in the house—and turn the faucets on full blast to mask any noises. As it turns out, the feel of warm water running down my hands has become a real turn-on.” —I.R., 43 I really love listening to them pressure old people. Give us your stuff. Don’t give it to your children. Oh I’m sure there are good preachers; but you don’t need a gas bag to reach Heaven; accept the Spirit; read the Bible, and be good. If you’re in the mood for an indie adult short film adapted from a real life sexual confession then you’re in the right place. The award-winning XConfessions was born in 2013 as the first step of filmmaker Erika Lust’s mission to create a new wave of adult cinema. It’s been over a year now and everyone has wanted to watch every time, so far. The last text I sent read, “It’s now time for the Mommy and Tommy show out by the pool, for anyone interested in watching us do it soon… Please be ready to join us in less than 5 minutes.”We then had a shower together and I had dreamed so much of this moment that it was almost strange. His body had not changed very much over the years and I had a massiver hard on the whole time we were under the water and Johnathan had a big smile on his face.