My Aunt is a big fat woman in her late 40s and has very meaty feet with short toes and bulging heels. Her size is US 8. I used to sleep at her home and sneak in her room at night. She is a heavy sleeper and I used to uncover her feet and jerk off to them. I used to cum on her flip flops, sandals and flats. Once I got so horny and took my kink to extreme level. I wore her bra and panty, put on her flip flops and walked around the house. Then I went to her room and put her undergarments off in front of her sleeping and cummed on her flip flops. I was too scared to do that because I was afraid that if she woke up and saw me naked and wanking in front of her, I'll be finished. I still did that and saw her walking in her flipflops I cummed on last night. That gave me an sense of satisfaction. I have really wanted to worship her feet but was too scared to do that because I did not want to get caught. We started dating "secretely" and I never told anyone. When the pool would close we would go and make out in the engine room. One thing lead to another and we started exchanging blow jobs. It was an amazing rush.

That was half the agreement. The other half was the party getting ready to get it on, had to notify the other party so they could be invited to watch the exchange if they wanted to. The invitations are usually texts with a place and time for the desired deed. 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 You could call me a business traveler, as I spend about 100 nights per year on the road visiting suppliers. XConfessions is completely crowd-sourced erotic cinema: the public's secret desires are turned into screenplays for Erika Lust and guest directors from around the world. If you’re ready to confess, your secret fantasy might just be our next short film.I am bi...well probably more gay really, but still married. I enjoy sex with men when I am away and can usually get a date with a guy to spend time in bed with. Hotel bars and spas...gyms etc, Every explicit movie you'll find here is visually arresting, goes beyond traditional gender roles and tired stereotypes. We push the boundaries of fetish, lust, desire and intimacy. Plus, every movie is accompanied by behind-the-scenes footage, on-set performer & director interviews, and exclusive photos. We’re really proud of how we make our movies and we want you to be able to see exactly how they were made. As a young horny high school boy, I would jerk off on many occasions thinking of Johnathan. He was dating the hottest school cheerleader and I used to wonder if they had sex. 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. 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.

He held me, kissed me deeply with the smell of me on his face. I said, Stan … I’ve made your face smell bad. He said, “Girl I’m not washing my face anytime soon.” We continued to kiss deeply. 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. my heart raced, i peeked out the window of the bedroom--what had i done? my husband was not home yet, i watched and saw him in his room. he stripped for a shower, and i know he saw me. he saw me stare. it was like my forearm large... i had to stare, i was dumbfounded. The next time, a few weeks later, we had sex for the only time. I knew it was very wrong, not only through fear of pregnancy as Anna was just entering puberty with nipple growth and a few pubic hairs, but at dinner later that evening, the fragrance of my semen and her juices coming out of her horrified me at the prospect of being discovered by mom that way.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. we chit chatted a while, and i noticed he was seeing down my bikini top all the way to my nipples. he wasn't staring, but he had to look down, and i'm sure they were in plane view for his eyes. i blushed red as soon as i realized it. i tried to apologize, but he he put his finger to my lips to shush me, and told me, "no need to be embarrassed." 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.” 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. You've had some bad experiences with clergy, or have heard others speak of theirs. But don't let that turn you away from Jesus Christ. He died and rose again out of His abundant love for us. The Bible warns that doing some things (sin) may harm us, and that's clearly evident with sexual sin (STDs, unplanned pregnancy, rape, infidelity). Many relationships are damaged when one or both partners are unfaithful. God set the standard for couples -- heterosexual, monogamous marriage. The racism you referred to reminds me of when the Catholic Church indoctrinated Indigenous children at residential schools, and in many cases, abused them. This in no way reflects the nature of God. Jesus holds great regard and love for children, and warns that any who harm them will face dire consequences. (This app won't let me read your entire confession, so I'm just responding to the posted tags.) Some preachers are corrupt and only say things people want to hear, just to keep the money donations coming in. But not all pastors are like that. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is about love and redemption, the admission if sin and forgiveness. Romans 3:23 says that "all have sinned and fallen short of God's glory". You're no worse than anybody else, no matter what you've done. You can seek God right now, no matter where you are. You don't have to be inside a church building. I ride (as a passenger) on a Harley and knit for homeless people. There is a church I attend, but it isn't always easy to navigate in my wheelchair. There are people who judge me by my disability, but also because I'm a biker's old lady. Still, we get judged for loving God.

I had a 3-hour wait at the airport and I thought I would go to the Airport Hotel for a drink. When I got there I saw a sign for a Spa and I though I would get a massage. The spa was in the basement of the hotel and it seemed somewhat deserted and quiet. There was a young male at the reception and he told me that he could take me right now - so this was perfect. I went into the room and stripped off and got on the massage table. 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 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 am typically a quiet, reserved and abnormally low risk person. This trip, this trip I threw caution to the wind. Stan lives alone and since then once, twice a week, I go over to his place to have sex. He’s had a vasectomy decades ago so he took my virginity with no threat of getting pregnant.If anyone doesn’t like what I say I don’t care. Who can shut me up? Oh I’ve had people try. No ones done it yet. His words and wants made me wet with desire. I lifted my skirt exposing my pussy inches from his mouth, “Do you want me?” I'm a married woman who really has no sexual interest in my partner (man). I love him, and he knows I'm attracted to women and would really prefer a woman in the bedroom.