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.

Any girls with some experience of giving your brother a blow job? And how you felt emotionally after wards?

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 . . .

When the doorbell rings, if I’m not expecting somebody, I become momentarily afraid that some form of law enforcement has found proof of the things I’ve watched, and could somehow retrieve them from my computer.

Most people believe I am one of the safe people… The kind of guy that you could leave your children with, and not worry… What would they do if they knew?

Is this normal? I can’t imagine myself doing this to any other man, nor does him. Are there guys who do this?

The only thing is I cant do that… Im a very horny guy and I have a huge sex drive and when Im with a girl I like and we kiss I usually get hard straight away sometimes just from cuddeling. I just want a girl to understand me but I dont even understand myself…

Its been a year now since the relationship and I have had 3 flings one with a 30 year old who I really liked and we got on great but she said we were in different places and she only really wanted me for my cock. The other two were with 2 girls who I dont even like.. I think I just wanted sex and they were easy I didnt enjoy either time and regreted doing it but they still call me n stuff but imtrying to keep away because Im sure they just want to have a quicky.

I havent been on a date in years and Im really lonely, scared to enter the whole thing again because I guess its all just going to end the same way.

I wish I was one of those guys that sticks with his girlfriend for 4 years or more. I think I have so much to offer a girl I am successful and fit, I am quite sensitive and very cheeky but it seems these days when I meet a girl I really want they just want to be friends and end up with some asshole boyfriend.

Last month my best friend of 6 years kissed me in a club, It was really strange, we hadent spoken in months and we finally talked again and ended up kissing. We went out a few times after that and I told her I liked her more than a friend.. I think I loved her but she told me she didnt fancy me. Which I found wierd seeing as she kissed me. We fell out and I havent seen her for 4 months now and I dont want to think about her anymore because it feels like she used the kiss to get back as friends again.

I feel really happy these days and smile alot and try seem open to new girls but no girls really pay attention to me in an affectionate way. I dunno why maybe they can sense the fear I have of fucking things up as usual.

I hope one day that goes away.

I look at pictures and videos of him everyday for the past week or so… I wish he were in my real life… my real life is starting to feel so empty… I feel that he is my soulmate.

I am so much like him, but I am inward in my world whereas he is always performing…

I first met him a year and a half ago, and I loved him right away but tried to hide my feelings because I didn’t think anything could happen. But every time I see him, he is so happy to see me and we talk for hours. But he has never tried very hard to contact me, outside of a few emails.

I am afraid because he is a public figure that I am indulging my feelings and getting being a fan mixed up with being a lover or a friend, and that I will ruin things by feeling too much… but if I keep pretending I DON’T feel as much then nothing will happen between us.

Confused, in love or something in between obsession and angst-ridden love?

I never told anyone… things that crossed my mind that my parents would be upset with me… i dont know why they would but its still there…

another thing is the place i was living deals on a lot of taboo in a bad way so it wouldnt be good for me

me and my girlfriend broke up, and now at 20, i have not had a real girlfriend, and also i have no idea if i even like girls or guys, complicated but i dont know… how am i supposed to figure out things!?!?!

so we’re at her place, and we’ve polished off like…3, maybe 4 bottles of wine…and i’m to the point that i’m spinning drunk, most likely because i drank most of those bottles…and she’s pretty well buzzed too.

she starts to get a little crazy. like going to emotional extreems in conversation, and we’ll be talking and she’ll slap me right across the face. which i’ll admit, i’m all for a little rough-house…but not in the middle of completely irrelevant conversation, yano?

she starts to crawl on me on the couch, and i just pretty much let her, dont try to push it at all, then she makes out with me as i’m in the middle of conversation, and as soon as she pulls away i start right back where i got cut off. and she starts crying about how she’s not sexy enough for me, *i used to date a few strippers, and she knows it, and i’m pretty sure is very insecure about that fact*

so then she turns up the music and starts dancing for me, and as i’m slightly starting to get turned on, she cuts off and goes and smokes a cigarette. by the time she gets back i’ve already halfway passed out-did i mention i drank like 3 bottles of wine? and she tells me if i’m tired to just go lay down, so i strip down and crawl into her bed, and she comes in like 10 minutes later and strips and says she wants to fuck. normally i would have…except by then i was really starting to get the spins, and the only thing on my mind was holding onto the bed so i wouldnt fall off.

i politely turn her down, and tell her i’m waaay to fucked up and would puke on her…ask me again in the morning, and she starts to freak out. then goes on about how no guy has ever turned her down, about how she’s not sexy enough for me just because she dosent have big fake tits, and is throwing a general fit like a kid who’s parents wont give him candy.

she then lies down next to me, back to me and i try to pull her in close to calm her down, and she lets out a big sigh of disgust and storms off to the kitchen. i dont know how long she was gone, because i passed the hell out…but she wakes me up yelling at me again. i tell her to calm down, and this goes on back and forth for about 20 minutes, then she finally turns off the lights and crawls in bed. then starts crying, or more like sobbing uncontrollably. i try to calm her down, but then have to leave for a minute to ralf, and come back and she’s still sobbing, then goes on to start cussing me out and talking shit, not really to me..but about me like i’m not even there. then more sobbing, and finally i calm her down and we go to sleep.

next morning she apologizes repeatedly for the incident, and has for the last couple nights, and says that she’s really an alcoholic and shouldnt drink anymore, bad shit happens, blah blah blah.
anyways…i still really like her…she’s a great girl, except when she’s drunk, and i only witnessed the one night. and we have great sparks as a couple so far, except that one incident.

any advice please?!? should i cut my losses and kick her to the curb…or try to give her another chance?

one night we got pissed and i fondled my friend. i dont know if he remembers but it has been awkward between us lately. i dont want to bring it up incase he tells my friends and some how my brother finds out.

please help me.

I am attractive, but I am not a model. I think I need to get in the best shape of my life and model and then still I won’t be enough. Plus I will get older every year and there are always new young models coming out for men to look at and love and want more than me. I want to die. Thinking about it makes me cry and feel so bad about myself. Why does that have to matter to men so much? I wish I was good enough for a man so he would fall in love with me.

Are all guys obsessed with looking up new girls photos and videos? I don’t look for guys to drool over very often at all. I want a real man.

I am thinking of stripping and being extremely strict with my diet and exercise. I don’t know what to do to feel better about myself. I feel I will never be as good as hot models my boyfriend (and probably all men) really wants. What can I do?

I think it comes from when I was in 5th grade. Me and my friends in my apartment building (male and female) would always play truth or dare. One day I was dared to show all the girls my penis. They all INSTANTLY started to laugh at me. Now to this day I look down at myself thinking my penis is not big enough.

And yet, the one and only kiss I’ve ever received from a girl was at a “spin-the-bottle” game in junior high.

Why?

Well, partly, because I’m unlucky…as pathetic as that might sound. I was absolutely crazy about one girl in my first two years of high school, and during that time at least two nice girls confessed that they had feelings for ME…not knowing that I was busy drooling after another gal. As fate would have it, I got to know one of these girls quite well over the following year…and I started to feel more and more attracted to her, just as quickly as she began to see us as “just friends”. And so on and so forth.

Partly, I’m quite sure, because I’m a fool.

I can’t seem to develop romantic feelings for a girl until I’ve gotten to know her a bit…which is, coincidentally, when you tend to enter the “friend-zone”. At that point, before it’s too late, you either tell her how you feel or you just slip into a comfortable, painless friendship.

And being a coward and a gutless idiot, I’ve yet to tell a girl that I like her, in said moment.

Now? Again, I’m in my second year of university. My friends have all had multiple relationships, some of which have actually been pretty damned serious. Several of them are now so comfortable with the ladies that they can walk into a club/disco and find a chick to get busy with each and every single time. They know what to say to a girl, how to entertain her, how to please her.

Me? All I’ve got down are the awkward jokes and subsequent silences. The small talk…GOD, I hate it.

Seriously: if a girl walked up to me at a pub, told me that she thought I was gorgeous, and that she wanted to kiss me…instead of jumping up and down for sheer joy, I’d probably be pissing my pants. Why? Because I CAN’T KISS WORTH A SH*T, unless I’ve got a crapload of innate talent for it.

Which of course makes the prospect of going out on a first date even MORE daunting. What am I supposed to do? I’m twenty, getting to first base should be almost AUTOMATIC. Trouble is, the real goal should be GETTING SOME, at this point.

But me? I’d be happy with one, miserable kiss. NO TONGUE, for gawd’s sake, or I might have a stroke here.

You know you’re pretty damned depressing when your hypothetical best-case scenario is some secluded area with a chick so drunk off her ass that she won’t notice what a slobby kisser you are :/

And what gets me is that I KNOW that I’m not repulsive, or ugly, or even unfit. I’m six feet tall, in moderate shape. I’ve been told a few times that I’m not entirely bad to look at.

I dunno…I guess I just wanted to get this off my chest. Hopefully, this’ll have some therapeutic effect, and by tomorrow I’ll be screwing like a bunny on viagra

Seriously though…if anyone, ANYONE has every gone through anything like this, send a few words of wisdom my way, please.

Thanks for reading.

I guess the golden shower makes it a confession. Is there any one else who likes or thought about golden showers?

I just want him so bad, there has got to be a way to make this happen…any advice? I don’t want to insult his professionalism or be rejected, but I just dont know what to do. He is the only guy I have ever been attracted too and I can’t seem to shake this crush. How do I let him know without ruining what I already have, If he didn’t want to have sex with me I dont think I could continue going to him for massages, which I really enjoy and I don’t want to stop seeing him, It definitely is the best massage I have ever had even without the “happy ending”, some good advice would be helpful.

well yup thats my confession…

What can I do to put my worries to rest?

and also i would really like some comments telling me some fantasys i can use to turn me on for next time

What am I doing and what do I want?

He always commented on how he loved my breasts because they’re 36Ds and his wife’s are barely filling an “A” cup but she is BEAUTIFUL, inside and out. Well one time I was over to their home. He was not there, at first. Her mother called, needing a ride to pick up a prescription. My friend asked me to stay at her home while her newborn was sleeping. I agreed. I thought the perverted JERKWAD wouldn’t be home any time soon because he’s always out, fucking anything with a pussy. Well, he unlocks the front door, comes into the den and looks at me all surprised. He noticed that his wife’s car was not there so he asked me where she was. I told him that she left to take her mom somewhere. He comes over to me, really close and says, “oh so we’re all alone now!” He grabs at my shirt and sort of yanks it down, exposing my breasts. He sorta lets out this moan and tries to bury his face between them. I pushed him away, called him every cussword I knew and tried to ease past him. I thought my words would piss him off and he’d leave me alone.

WRONG. Turned him on even more. He grabs at me and slams me so hard to the floor that the wind was knocked out of me. He straddles me, bends down and starts licking all on my neck. I was terrified and begged him to stop and reminded him that his baby was in the other room asleep. His exact words were, “I’m trying to make a baby with you!” He raises my shirt above my head, pulls my bra up to the collar bone and starts suckling my breasts. This guy is muscular and tall and VERY strong. I always thought when women said they couldn’t get someone off of them they weren’t trying hard enough. Now I understand. Anyway, I prayed for my friend to walk in and catch him in the act. She didn’t. He raped me that night, violently. His penis was so huge…my god how do women handle that? I felt like he was ripping me apart. And he moaned and moaned and commented on how tight my “snapper” was and how he fantasized about doing this to me. I mean he actually was enjoying himself while I cried, pleaded and begged for him to stop. It made me sick. I wish he would hurry up but he didn’t. He took his time and he ejaculated inside of me and when he did, he tried to put all of himself inside of me, which (later on finding out) did something to my cervix and I believe tilted my uterus. I wanted to die right there. I was so sore and hurt that I thought I would die.

I didn’t know what to do. When he was finished, he said that if I thought of telling I might as well forget about it because she’d never believe me, which was true. He can do no wrong in her eyes.

I wondered where she was at and secretly blamed this on her. Why the hell would it take so long to go to Walgreens???!!!!!! I wasn’t there when she came back. As soon as he got off of me and I put my tattered clothing back on, I was out of there.

When I walked out of that house, I could feel his semen seeping out of me and into my panties. Makes me sick just thinking about it. I didn’t end up pregnant and thank god for no STDs but mentally and emotionally I am totally fucked up. When I got home I took a shower, I know I shouldn’t have but I had no intention on reporting it. I noticed that I had some blood in my panties along with some semen. My neck had purplish blotches on it, which were hickeys. My nipples were raw from him sucking them so hard. My stomach was cramped up and I bled all night. I went to the doctor the next day. She asked me if I had been assaulted because of how my cervix looked but I denied it. I just wanted it to all go away. But it hasn’t!

My friend did call me the next day and asked why I left and I simply said I left because he came home. I’ve been trying to forget this but I can’t because he still harrasses me and still says lewd things. I want it to stop!!!! He has ruined my life. I no longer have a boyfriend and I don’t want to have sex ever again.

I have all but stopped going over to my friend’s house because he’s there and he still harrasses me. I have changed my home number and cell many times but he always manages to find it. Why can’t this idiot just leave me alone? Why mess with me?

I also must confess that even though I never met the woman face-to-face, I hate her guts. Being my complete opposite, she represents all that I despise about being a female. Just the fact that we have genitalia in common makes me sick, although mine is well-groomed and I’m not plagued with contant yeast infections.

I’m not saying I hate being a woman, I’m saying I hate being associated with boring, uptight, SUV/minivan driving Mommies who talk in nasal voices and yack incessantly into their cell phones and shave their necks. I think the idea of such a woman coming home and finding a naked hippie heathen under her precious Hubby Wubby is HILARIOUS.

Unfortunately, I have too many morals to carry this out myself. I sure don’t want him dipping his wick into her greasy, hairy yeast burger and then dipping into my tight, clean kitten. Yuck. Even if he stuck his weiner in boiling water it wouldn’t be enough.

I’m also secretly angry at men who marry these boring, uptight hags because they think it’s the safe and easy thing to do. Have fun going without sex for the rest of your lives. Oral sex is now a distant memory. Why do you do this to yourselves? I’m a fun, easy-going woman. I’ve had one sexual partner, I have all my teeth, I don’t look bad, I’m healthy. But because I’m the kind of person who other people may find appealing for whatever reason, I’m not safe.

Have fun with your harpies with their capri pants and their Keds and their neck stubble. Fun, sex and affection are so overrated when you have a big, fat hound dog that sits at your side and nags your ear off every night. She may be annoying but garsh, she’s loyal. Is it worth it?

I love to have sex with my husnabd bu he would not lick my clit and I hardly have orgasms..how should I ask him to do that..he wouldnot agree ..I am sure