For just about as long as I can remember I've been over sexed or something. Always doing some weird sexual thing. When I was five or six maybe even earlier I remember sneaking into my sister's room, she was 12 or 13, and feeling her crotch. I didn't know what I was doing but there was something dirty and hot about it. She was always wet when I did it and I was surprised that my hands got all wet when I played with her. Sometimes she would wake up and kick me out of her room.

But you would never tell Mom. Probably those were the times she was just starting to menstruate and had gotten into that it would have been quite hard to explain how I got blood over me. I don't know. Other times, most times, she just laid there like she was sleeping. But now I know she wasn't. That's one instance. A year or two later we moved into town from the country and I met a friend that lived in town just down the alley from me. He had two brothers. One younger and one older. The oldest one, (about five years older than me) would always sneak in and feel and play with me on sleepovers. Needless to say, I was always hoping a sleepover would happen. When it did I could always count on it. It felt so good. But I always pretended I was sleeping through it all. This went on for several years. Later when I was about 14 we ended up sleeping in the same bed for a ski trip we were taking the following day. I woke up when he cold towards him, facing him, stuck his penis between my thigh and my testicles and and humped on me that way until he came all over me. As usual, I pretended I was sleeping through the whole thing. I remember we both got up to clean ourselves off. It was a very awkward moment to say the least. Of course both of us new that I couldn't have slept through that. Neither of us ever said word about it to one another then or after. I haven't seen him now in probably 30 years. But I've often wondered if he would actually fuck me if we did meet again and I lured him into it.

Then a little later in my teen years we moved again to a fairly large town. I finished grade school there and went to high school. When I was 13 my sister had gotten a dog that was always licking. He would hurt and wouldn't stop unless you made him. One day I got the idea that he would probably do the same thing to my crotch. I was right, he did, and that's when I had my first little boy orgasm. The more pee and pre that came out of my little red penis the more he would lick and lick and lick. It was an amazing feeling. Until my sister moved away a year or so later I frequently let that dog lick me like that.

Then when I was 15 in my last year of grade school I had sex with my first girl. She was 15 too and in the same grade. We had sex a lot. She was completely slutty manipulative young girl, and I wasn't the only one she was doing. Eventually that was found out and her other boyfriend became very jealous and the whole thing ended.

All through the beginning of high school I masturbated constantly. Couldn't get enough of playing with myself. Finally I met another girl at the end of 10th grade, she was in ninth. She was gorgeous. All we did was fuck. I had gotten my driver's license and a car and we would go out, park and fuck. It was amazing that she didn't get pregnant. In my senior year I was still seeing her but she had met someone else, this motorcycle guy. She dumped me, took up with him and ended up getting pregnant.

But even during that time I was always doing weird things on the side. I can't remember the timeline exactly, but I remember taking Polaroids of myself with an instant camera. Pictures by the hundreds of my kind of girly body. I would hide them in the drawer in an old cabinet in the basement and masturbate to them while I took more. This became kind of expensive. So I would go to the local pharmacy and steal film off the shelf because I couldn't afford it all. So I was also a thief. But I never got caught.

Anyway, one day I got the idea that I wanted a friend, who was a known big mouth for spreading stories, to find the pictures and show them all to over school. . My face was never in any of them. And I actually believed that that would happen. I knew he would do that. So I dropped the pictures in a roll in front of a classroom door he was in just before the class bell rang where I was, for reason, convinced that only he would find them. Why for some stupid reason I thought he would be the one to pick them up is beyond me. What actually happened was the teacher exited the room first before the bell rang, (as particular teacher always did, found the pictures and looked shocked when he unrolled them. I was watching from just down the hall behind my locker door and thought, holy shit! Well nothing ever came of that but I remember it well.

After high school and graduation I had a dry spell from my deviancy for a long time and spent most of it pining after the girl that had dumped me for the motorcycle guy. Later on she was divorced from him but quickly met another. I wanted to marry her but they had gotten involved and I was too late. They got married and after years of apparent unhappiness with him we began to talk to one another again. She going to periodically call me. I had moved about 150 miles from her at that time but we began to see each other. I would drive down, get a motel room and we would have sex for hours two or three times a year. I felt terrible, and I think she did too because we were both cheating on her husband. They ended up getting divorced as well. But in the interim I had met another girl (my wife) where I lived and we had decided to get married. That put an end to those meetings. But I was in touch with her occasionally and was ready and willing to cheat on my new wife with her at the drop of a hat. It never happened, but I was ready. But the only reason it didn't happen is because she called it off. So I couldn't really claim any decency there. It made me feel like a scumball, a liar and a cheater. Never what I wanted to be. Here I was in my 30s, married, with a child and great wife yet ready to risk it all for some nostalgia and a piece of ass.

Well, I never saw that girl again. But during my marriage I reverted back to allowing dogs to lick me. It's like sex wasn't enough. I had to be doing something perverse, weird and filthy.

Being self-employed, I would come home at every opportunity while my wife was at work and I hadn't much to do. I would strip down, get the dog to lick me and take pictures and videos. I had two or three tapes full of me with the dog or just masturbating. That made me feel creepy too. But I did it anyway. I ultimately destroyed all the tapes fearing that they would be found. But now I wish I would have kept them just to watch what I had done back then.

These are just a few of the things.

Once I came close to molesting my 12 yr old nephew. I didn't thank God, but I showed him how to jerk off. I have to wonder, whenever I see him, if he ever thinks of that. I'm sure he does. You just don't forget about stuff like that. It's quite a shameful feeling. When you're young and stupid you don't realize the gravity of the things that you do.

And throughout all of this and more I was constantly masturbating finding sex wherever I could find it. Taking pictures and videos of myself when I couldn't. Looking back, it's as if my entire life has been consumed with sex.

I ended up being divorced after 14 years or so and then started dating online as those sites became available. This was in the late 90s. For years I dated and dated and dated. Had sex with nearly every girl I dated. Lost count. I think there were probably 15 or 20 of them. And none of those relationships ended nicely. I had always convinced myself that I was looking for another wife. But actually all I was looking for was a piece of ass. Finally I just stopped dating because nothing would work and it was frustrating, anxious and aggravating. Got sick of all the drama. Even though I could look back and realize that I had caused most of that drama.

So after a few years of no dating and unceasing masturbation, I found myself getting online to chat with men. I was a slender guy, always had been and had a rather feminine appearance about me I guess for a guy. Never was a big guy. So it was easy to attract the attention of guys that were leaning that way with photos and chat. I would send out pictures of myself to them online, sometimes videos. I had also become quite fond of cross-dressing now and then. Wigs, makeup, the whole bit. Almost got caught by my wife once.

Anyway. Finally about 7 years ago, I think driven by pre-teen and teenage years and the memories of times with my friends older brother that had seemed so hot, I decided to give it a shot. I was experimenting with craigslist and began meeting guys for sex. I told myself it would be a mistake because if I liked it, I knew I would want it again and again. It's just the way this shit works. But did it anyway. Well, that's exactly what happened and now I seek out men constantly for sex. So much so that now I've lost count of the number of men I've been with! I hate myself for it but at the same time have a perverse love for it. I never wanted to be gay. Never imagined I was or could be. And I still don't feel that I am but now I always bottom for guys around my age. It's so degrading and so filthy, yet somehow it's exactly what I want. Right now I'm working on turning a guy I've been meeting occasionally into a Dom if I can. I'm still in pretty good shape, short and thin. I portray myself as submissively as I can to him and it seems to be working. He's becoming more and more dominant and forceful. He's even asked me if I'll start dressing for him after I showed him a few pictures. I'm ashamed to say I enjoy all of this but I do. And there's some kind of turn on realizing that I can manipulate someone to do to me what I want them to do just by appealing to their base animal instincts. Use me and humiliate me. It's so weird. Just weird. I don't understand it. Never understood any of this.

Reading this over I've realized that I've missed a few things. But, it's just been a perverse life. What can I say. It seems I spent much of it ashamed and confused. I'd like to go back and erase it all. I need to stop it. I feel trapped now and I'm an old man. All lights suggest anyone is don't mess with this stuff.

Im almost 30 female now but I always imagine how I played with my pussy when I was younger, spread eagle with my clit all out. It looked like a tongue. Id sneak porn on and get all swollen. If only I could have had it spread and licked. Id have loved that. I was always so excited.

When I was 17 my parents went away for a weekend. They asked my grandmother to stay at the house as they didn't trust me to watch my siblings while they were gone. The first night my siblings were asleep and my Grandma was in my parent's room across the hall. I was in my room smoking pot. When I get high I usually get extremely horny, so I stripped down to my tighty-whiteys, got throbbing hard, and started stroking my dick through my underwear.

I then got it in my head that I wanted my Grandma to see my hard cock. Being a waisted as I was I decided to go watch TV with her while just in my underwear. I stopped in the doorway and asked if I could watch TV with her. She looks down to the very visible bulge, then looked up and shook her head yes.

I sat down in the chair next to her slouched down so my bulge would be very seen by her. After a few minutes of her watching TV and occasionally looking over and staring at my groin, I was so dirty horny I could hardly stand it. I started rubbing my hand up and down my crazy hard dick. As I was doing this I noticed her looking over more often and for longer looks. This was making my cock throb like crazy. I then went for it, my heart pounding as I took my throbbing dick and balls out one of the legs of my tighty-whiteys and started stroking it slowly. Again, my grandmother started staring at my crotch more often and for longer times. also, she was now holding her boobs through her clothes. It was when she stopped watching the TV and started watching me completely that I went further.

I stood up facing her and removed my underwear. Then I started stroking my cock slowly, while still standing there. She moved one of her hands down to her crotch and started rhythmically squeezing. After about a minute of standing, I sat back in the chair and reclined it the whole way. Feeling crazy horny and high I started stroking hard, humping my hand and moaning. She was just staring at my cock, squeezing both her boob and crotch, and grinning slightly. I was extremely hard and horny and just started pumping really hard while squeezing and pulling my balls. Then I couldn't hold it any longer and shot rope after rope on my chest and stomach. As I was my Grandma gasp-moaned while pushing on her crotch hard. When done I laid there rubbing cum all over my chest, stomach, cock, and balls, and lightly moaning.

After a few minutes, my grandmother handed me the tissue box. I cleaned up some then got up to leave. My grandmother pointed to my underwear on the floor and said, "don't forget those", as drops of cum fell from my dick. I picked them up and went back to my room. In the middle of the night, I woke up extremely hard again. Ended up jerking off again to thoughts of my Grandma.

Over the years, every once in a while, I would end up doing more naughty things with her.

I squirted for the first time good in a year masturbating. I used to squirt all the time masturbating.

I was mentally abused and left on the toilet floor to piss my ass off masturbating day in and out wish toxic things on people after they abused me.

I really wanted a first-time real boyfriend for sex. but got nothing. fuck it.

I was trying to get over sexual assault.

2 x rapes are not a party.

anyway, hope is not all lots. just enjoy the squirting for now and pray for love.

I come so hard and wet. So aroused and sexually excited I am orgasming so much and want real sex.

and some guy is missing out on a hot chick.

My husband's sister was seducing me. All day I helped her shop. I felt she was anxious for me to assist her in the fitting rooms. She has a boyfriend and I am married so it's me thinking crazy. It was only my imagination until she stripped down and gingerly slow walked a tight sheer thong up and on. Then bending over to practically grab her ankles she stares back at me from between her legs. Our eyes lock, she giggles, and politely says, Ben's going to love these. Who could not admire such a tight ass, perfect tits, trim tummy, long legs, pretty smile, silky hair, and the total knockout beauty queen. She was too polite, sexy, and developed to be sixteen. When she turned and moved closer I was sitting with this bald camel toe in tight see through just before my eye balls I wondered if women really do eat pussy better then guys. I wanted to kiss and touch her. My ideas got worse as she tugged the panties for a better fit. Then her other hand slid accross the mound. I felt tested and relapsed into recalling how her touch was always so tender. Then I imagined her touching herself alone and naked. Her flirts had to be intentional and deliberate. She was enjoying me melt and surely sensed the tingles and awe that were flashing through me. The smiles she gave said I know your juices are running and I arouse you. I desired to know if she was also wet. I reminded myself girls are forbidden. Stop, I demanded me. I confess to nasty thoughts, this attraction, lust, and fantasy. Yes, afterwards I masturbated the first chance I got. And now again while trying to resist my imagination. I constantly fight a never before fantasy planted by Abby. I will never shop with her again and wonder what will become the next time we are together. Family visits are frequent. I am having a hard time so I write down this day and pray it helps me figure out what is suddenly wrong with me.

For confessing, maybe my expectations are too high? Or I need more patience. Or I should not be sharing secrets.

Age 11 I began learning my body. Then one day I noticed my brother's erect penis. My body touching grew and I knew something was happening. I was attracted to my brother even though I knew family was wrong. I was too curious. And sometimes he was too open to showing and revealing more than he should. As it turned out, he was just horny and wanted to teach me how to suck me how to suck his dick. All to eager I enjoyed learning and in the end I love sucking cock. Swallowing pre-cum was part of it but when he shot the full load, I hated swallowing. But he loved it and would tell me I was even sexier when I swallowed. So I was determined to learn the best way to do it. Stop eating it and just suck it down. If the taste was not good, I'd swallow like bad medicine. Being his pupil and pleasing him was a turn-on. I mastered the art of penis oral and thanks to him. I would some day like to teach my techniques. Our sex was awesome until he told how I was deliciously blossoming and he was proud I gave him the best orgasms ever and oh, he was accepted to college and more. It was the longest sentence ever not allowing me to respond. I was shocked even though I knew the day was coming. Being positive, still a virgin, only 13, and attractive it was time I find a boyfriend. Now I am 17 and still looking for a good man. My brother and his size spoiled me. Back then I had no idea how big he was. I still gauge everything based on him even though we are now far apart. But always friends. Size does count when enjoying dick and giving the bj with pride in tonguing, sucking, stroking, teething, going deep on a fat head, long shaft, hard fat balls and tight sac, timing, what's pleasing, body language, noises, words, teasing, and finishing him off. Resisting intercourse was the hardest part. I will remain a virgin until I find the total package that's not family. Girls give or tell me where to find advice. The internet is getting me nowhere except hot horny and masturbating to past memories.

I love women. I love my wife. I love her hot body. I love rubbing her clit, I love licking it, I love her sweet smooth perfect pussy..

But every night, almost without fail, I masturbate, at least once, sometimes two or even three times, often while wearking slutty underwear, mesh, or g-strings, or thongs, barely covering my hard, smooth cock, and although I jerk off to woman, mostly I jerk off to cocks. Hard cocks spurting cum. And I wish they were in my mouth, and in my throat, shooting big loads in my mouth, on my tongue, all over my face. I think about running my tongue and lips up and down the shaft.

And not just that. I want one in my ass. I want to get fucked. I want two guys fucking me from both ends. I want to get used for pleasure. I'd welcome it.

These are the thoughts and images that I cum to. And sometimes I suck that cum off my fingers, imagining that I am cleaning a cock that I just serviced.