The first time he and I were together it was because of a threesome with me, her, and him (they were still dating). I was really drunk that night and didn’t know any better; I was kind of mad at her for letting it happen.

Later on, they broke up, and he and I began hooking up. I thought I really liked him and he liked me and we had a future, but I just found out that he was just using me to add another notch on his belt.

Oh, and they took time off for a while from sex after they broke up, but apparently they’re sleeping together again.

I’m just confused and last night I was overwhelmed with guilt. Should I tell her what happened? I just don’t want a big dramatic scene, and I’ll understand if I lose her over this, but I don’t want her to tell everyone and lose other friends as well.

Please help me, my friend is graduating in four days and I don’t want this to stain our last week together.

Some of you might say I’m lucky, but hear me out.
I was in love with a girl, we used to be together for a couple of years. Meanwhile, I met another girl, which was as wonderful as my love, but in different ways. She was everything my other was not… So we got together, each of them knew that I was dating the other.

I loved both of them, and they both loved me.
But I got them thru manipulation. That’s what killed my happiness. It is a wonderful thing to be love and be loved by two girls at the same time; but never do what I did. I was making them suffer .

Sex with my boyfriend Blake is GREAT! But for some reason I still think about Korbin every once in a while. Oh ya, and there’s something I forgot to add, Korbin still thinks about having sex with me too. The reason I know is because we texted one night (we haven’t talked since we broke up YEARS ago) and revealed the feelings we still have for each other and discussed our current situations. I have NEVER cheated on Blake, and I don’t plan to but these uncontrollable “fantasies” are making me feel really guilty! I don’t know what to do . . .

I told my friends that I only made out with the crazy stuntman i met last week. Everyone who met him said “Wow, what a wild man. Where did you meet him? He is soooo not the guy for you,” I mean, I’m a bookworm and computer geek and he sets himself on fire for a living. But it’s been so long since there was any fire or passion in my life. And those friends who said those safe, dismissive things don’t know about the wild woman in my soul — the one who couldn’t say no to the matching flame I saw in him.

So I told them we went out, had drinks, made out and that was that but the truth is this: We had amazing, life-affirming sex for hours — wild, caveman/cavewoman you-Tarzan-me -Jane sex that would horrify all these PC, respectful SNAGs (sensitive new-age guys) I’m typically with. There’s nothing quite like alpha-male testosterone, and talk about mad manskillz…I”m getting aroused just thinking about it now. He left the bed we shared for a stunt yesterday morning, after trying to get me to come with him. I left the bed we shared baffled, rattled, sore, and not knowing myself anymore. I mostly ignored his effusive, adoring calls and texts he sent me from the road but he never called me after his stunt like he said he would.

So here I am, 24 hours after my last round of rough, crazy, wild-beast sex with this man, trying to process the call I just got from his team: the stunt went wrong and he’s in ICU, really fucked up. His team and family are all there and I’m sitting here covered with bruises and bitemarks, thinking of his firm, gorgeous body that delighted me for hours, all torn up in ways I can’t even stand to think about. If we hadn’t used condoms his sperm would still be swimming around in me.

Q: What if he dies?
I know what he’d say: “What a way to end it all, a night like that with a woman like you.”

Q: What if he’s just a fucked-up, washed-up vegetable now who needs a lot of care?
I can’t imagine that as an option for him. Just can’t. So full of life, just starting a new tour, big plans and moving to a new town with all sorts of good PR coming out after years of struggle. I’m pretty sure he’d want to sneak out of the hospital early to make his next gig or go out in a big blaze.

The big Q: Did being with me tire him out and distract him and somehow lead to his accident?
The dude was flyin (pretty sure he does speed, from various references), and really pumped about the gig. But man, the details have to be just right to survive the kind of shit he does.

He believes in God, in his own wayward way, and feels that God has kept him alive all these years. Anyone reading this, seriously — if you’re here to get turned on, fine, but please send a plea or prayer skyward for this sweet-talking daredevil, this overgrown kid, this silver-tongued risk-taker whose luck may have run out.

I have been developing feelings for a member of my family that I know would seem…questionable.

My sister who lives several hours away is gorgeous, stunning and an absolute vision. And every time I think of her i have this constantly growing urge to romance her sexually and romantically.

I want to badly to try and romance her, even though our relation isn’t by blood, she is still a part of my family as though she were.

A part of me feels guilty and spiteful of myself for feeling this way towards her, but at the same time I only wish I could be with her.

The second problem is… I just don’t love him. I met really fantastic guy, but he live in another state… And… Does love at distance exist? Being in love means being together – right? It’s confusing.
Eeew. Pawel, I love you.

also i really just had this change of heart where i don’t want to drink any more, don’t want to cuss, and don’t want to look at porn and masturbated. i really hate myself for that and i feel like crap. ugh, i have been trying to change myself and i failed.

One thing is standing in our way. My religion, I can’t be with a guy of a different faith, but I love him more than anything, and I’m starting to reject my religion more and more. He’s not against my religion and he never brings up the discussion of our religious difference negatively. But he doesn’t know It’s not allowed.

And it doesn’t help that we live 400 miles away from each other, and are only 15 and 17.

Sometimes I think he loves more than I love him.

Don’t get me wrong, I love him with all my heart, but maybe…just maybe, he’s got a bigger heart than I do.

I feel bad, I feel guilty, we have “I love you more” competitions and I’m always telling him I love him more, yet…I’m not so sure I do. ((

We drank a little and was watching ‘Face Off” she asked if i fantasizes Travolta the hero in the movie fucking me. I was shocked. never had thought of such things.She said she did fantasized a few heros fucking her. The topic got hotter and bolder. She also wanted to know that after sex with my husband did i secretly masturbated….. I was shocked but …i was guilty i had done it once or twice but it was my little secret…still i said no to her.I was little horny with the talk..a little shocked as i had not expected this and a little scared as i was never into such situation.

we were talking sex and we kept in sharing a few experiences…as long as it is talking it went on suddenly she took out her vibrator… it was crossing the limits but i was curious to know more I had used it once but it was too noisy and i was scared so i threw it away…but that was almost ten years ago…she came up to me and kissed me…. to make it short i was seduced by my female friend. I had never been with female I was starting to like it the touched were different to that of my husbands and when she licked me…i was on the virge of screaming….it did not end here. She brought a strapon and fucked me. I did not know where my mind was……. did i think of my hubby… She asked me to turn around and i obeyed it… I came three times continuous…. Afterwards she asked me to do her but i politely refused saying i was too tired and went to sleep. She masturbated herself.

I was guilty of cheating my hubby..but I was more guilty for secretly enjoying the whole fuck I was also guilty of not pleasing her after i got the pleasure.

I realize that I was just a young stupid kid, but now that I have taken some psychology classes I see how badly I probably effected his psyche. I feel horrid about it every day. Yet I know there isn’t anything I can do… Apologizing would only expunge my guilt, it would do nothing to help him at this point if I even knew where he was or what his last name was even.

I do not know what I seek in this confession, all I know is that I wish I could take it back. But of cource, that is not posible… I guess because there is nothing else I can say or do. I’ll say apologize anyway…

I’m sorry Andrew… I hope you turned out ok…

BTW this is like my best friend, and i feel really really guilty for it

I had been talking to my friend on the phone (she is now my wife) who lived in a different part of the country then I did, and at this point I had never met her. I met her off of the internet. The day before she flew up I went to another friends house because she called and asked me to come over, we’ve had history together, so I went. As we were sitting on her couch watching T.V. she leaned into me an aggressively pushed her tongue in my mouth, it was beautiful. I wanted her so bad, she said she would give it to me again if I just forgot about my “cross country friend” and stayed with her. Needless to say I couldn’t do that so I left for my home.
Well I met my future wife for the first time and things were good at first I never told her about that night before I met her. A few months after I met my future wife but she went home…
I met these two college females a month later and would hang out with them alot. We played alot of beer games, strip poker, kings, make-out sessions, etc. I also felt, not fingered, but felt one of the chicks pussies one night.
That college rendezvous lasted short, my future wife came back from across the country. We definitely had a rocky relationship the entire time, I never fooled around when she came back. When she went back to her home state we found that she was pregnant so I quickly had to grow-up. Well, I joined the Army (which I hate). As I was in training and my now Wife at home pregnant I went to a strip club and ended up giving this older 33 yrs old stripper, I was 21 yrs old, a finger bang for what seemed like for ever. As she was giving me a lap dance she let me rub her pussy through her thong, then under her thong. She was really wet so I slid my fingers, two of them, in her pussy and felt her entire cunt as I was fingering her I had the hardest cock but was to torn to do anything about it. After I was threw, she barely spoke or understood english and told me she had cum and would be right back to take care of me. I felt really dirty so I sneaked past her into the bathroom and washed my hand, several times, and went back to the barracks. To this day I wonder what it would have felt like to fuck her pussy with my cock. Oh well I’ll never know, I’m so in love with my wife and everyday I’m sorry for what I’ve done, but I’ll never tell her for shame of myself.

Im not kiddin………