Guilt over Touching Myself

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Anyone else here struggle with guilt over sex/masturbation? I was raised super religious (Catholic) and struggled with guilt for years. Going to Catholic school through high school didn’t help with the guilt complex. I eventually got better, but it took a while. Growing up, it kept getting drilled in that my job was to “save myself” and not have sex until marriage. Sex was supposed to be saved for my future husband and also it was SuPeR iMpOrTaNt that I knew that my body was made for making babies. I bought into the religious story, didn’t really realize I was missing anything. Then I discovered masturbation – I thought it was a fine way to enjoy myself while still saving myself for marriage. Until I accidentally left a porn story up on the family computer and my mother found it. I got in so much trouble, and was told in no uncertain terms how wrong it was to touch myself – that God was watching, and didn’t I want to save myself for my future husband. I cried myself to sleep. I couldn’t see anything wrong with something that hurt no one and brought pleasure to myself. But it was apparently a major sin.

A Slave To My Girlfriend – Chapter Two [MF] [Femdom] [Sexual Slavery]

Shifting the car into reverse Daniel threw his arm around the passenger seat headrest and backed out from the parking spot, beginning the trip to Emma’s apartment. She lived about ten minutes from him and Chloe in a new apartment she’d recently moved into with Kiley, a mutual friend of theirs Daniel had known since high school. He’d met Kiley in study hall and, through a mutual disinterest in doing any actual studying, the two quickly became friends. Daniel had always been notably fond of Kiley and thought of her as one his best friends. Sometimes he secretly wondered about her, whether they’d be good together. How different his life would be now if he’d just asked her out instead of Chloe. Emma, on the other hand, had never been nice to Daniel. A college roommate of Kiley’s, the two had rented the apartment together in an effort to get away from the dorm life. Chloe had asked that Daniel come along that day and help them move their stuff in, which of course was not an easy task for a third floor apartment. He remembered how Emma didn’t even say hello before shoving a box into his chest and asking that it be set in her bedroom.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F] Part 38

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=== ***Chris*** ===

It’s mid morning. I just got done with my workout at the gym and I walked into the apartment and found it empty. It’s usually not empty, Bella’s jobless so she’s almost always in the apartment, either waiting for me or practicing in the kitchen. I find that she’s not very neurotic, destructive, and devoid of logic and common sense when she’s alone in there. Which is weird because she’s very confident of herself.

But right now, it’s just quiet. Soothing really. I haven’t had a quiet time to myself since Bella and I broke up. Oh, it’s so serene and calming, and I can feel my mind slipping into tranquility. I sat on my couch and took in the peace with a deep sigh. I don’t have a warm body sitting next to me, running her hands up and down my body, or someone trying to get my zipper down or my pants off. No, right now I’m just alone to my thoughts.

Then my phone rang, and I’m pulled back to reality.

“Babe, we’re over at Oliveira! Come on, didn’t you get my text?”

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He Slid His Thick, Hard Cock Down My Throat[MM]

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Brad could have had a full ride, too, but tore his back out the last year of high school. Now he worked for us as a hired hand. He was lean and sinewy, with tight, bulging muscles everywhere — perfect for hauling hay bales and other things, if you know what I mean.

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Co[m][f]ort on a cold U of Minnesota night (20s)

[*This is a story I collaborated on with a friend-of-a-friend after she read my own story posted earlier this month, because she wanted to have her own awkward young experience get a “glow-up”. I hope our work together is interesting to read!*]

I am now, in my thirties, very confident in who I am and what I want. I like to think I am a pleasant person in general, if you were to meet me on the street; but in the bedroom, I know exactly what I want—obedience. I am a domme, and not just proud of it but *revel* in it.

But I didn’t always know that about myself. I was, once upon a time, 20. It was the early 2000s and I was in college at the University of Minnesota.

I’ve always been a very type-A, extroverted person, and not someone who takes shit off of people. I got used to being called a bitch very early on in life and take it as a point of pride. In high school I got a lot of smoke blown up my ass because I was not only smart and academically accomplished, but tall (especially for an Asian woman—I’m half Vietnamese, half Taiwanese, so how I got to be 5’10” is a mystery) and was, at the time, fairly athletic, even if I didn’t do college sports.

My sleeping beauty ;) [MF]

My girlfriend and I have been dating for 4 years now. We’re seniors in college and will be beginning our careers this coming summer. To maintain some anonymity a lot of details in the story were changed, but the part you’re here for is 100% factual.

It began in her apartment, after a long day of working last summer. I had decided to let her shower first, just to give myself some time to lie on the couch and rest my throbbing muscles. I worked for a certain moving company that hired “college hunks” to “haul junk”. After ten hours of moving boxes full of things people forgot they owned and the real wooden furniture that older people loved so much, all I needed was a shower and sleep. Usually, our sex life was vibrant and we experimented frequently. But recently, we were just too tired. We tried, but we agreed not doing it at all was better than going through the motions.

[MF] Under the stars

Another story with an ex-girlfriend, when she was 20 and I was 23. Check my profile for other stories as I add them. Reposted to fix the improper tagging.

We went to a late dinner that summer night with her best friend, Melissa, and Melissa’s boyfriend Mark. Melissa and Rebekah had been friends since kindergarten, and by this point we had all known each other for about two years. Mark and the girls had gone to high school together

I was sitting across from Melissa with Rebekah next to me, all four of us sharing a cramped diner booth as usual. All through dinner the girls were teasing both of us guys with lots of leaning in over the table to give us “accidental” views down their shirts. Lots of incidental touching and suggestive glances.

Rebekah knew I thought Melissa was hot and had teased me about it in private more than a few times in the past. I had a weakness for pale, freckled redheads, like a lot of guys, and since Melissa always tried to push my buttons, I’m pretty sure Rebekah had told her that at some point. No matter how much flirting happened though, we all knew who was going home with who, so we were okay with it.

[M/TF/F] Me [M], Claire [TF], and her roommate [F]

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I’ll still split this into BACKSTORY, DESCRIPTIONS, and SEXY TIME so you can skip right to the important parts if you don’t care about the backstory. I’ll be adding Claire’s description in again in case you don’t want to read the first story.

BACKSTORY

There’s no real backstory with me and Becky, she was Claire’s roommate and the one who dragged Claire to the party where we met. We had chatted a few times and hung out once in a while when Claire wasn’t home yet, or had to go to a class.

Small Problem with Wanting to Bang my Teacher

Oh, my God. No, not now. I felt my dick get harder as my heart raced and mouth dried. Sweat formed on my hairline, and my breathing got deeper. This can’t be happening now. It felt like a repeat from high school when I did a speech in front of the class and then ran out. The embarrassment stuck with me throughout the years and made me avoid my peers but not the hot teacher. Even then, I wanted to bang my teacher.

The faculty members looked at each other as I continued the presentation. I glanced down and saw that I had an erection. Thinking about it made me lose my train of thought, and the sweat on my hairline slid down my forehead. I licked my lips and wiped the sweat with my sleeve. For some strange reason, I always got an erection when I was nervous during public speaking.

“I, I…Um…I don’t know…Where was I?” I asked.

“Mr Wolnick, would you like to recompose yourself and do this again on Monday?”

“Yes, professor. That would be great,” I said, turning to my side and hanging my hand next to my groin.”

Sharing [M]y ex[F] with [M]y best friend.

This all happened three years ago with my now ex girlfriend (Ally) and my best friend (Tye). Ally and I had been together all through college where we had first met during our freshman year. Tye went to the same college as us, and him and I have been best friends since high school.

All three of us were very close, so it was tough when we parted ways shortly after graduation. We used to see each other every day and now we were lucky to see each other twice a year. Ally and I had gotten pretty serious and had moved in together about 10 hours away from where Tye was now living.

Tye and I are a lot a like, we even look alike and often get mistaken for brothers. Tye was always a romantic and often came on too strong with his feelings.. He never had trouble getting girls, but getting them to stick around after professing his “undying love” way too early was another matter. Classic Ted Mosby and classic Tye lol.