Lately, everyone has been opening up about their intimate secrets, and I find myself wishing I had one to share as well. However, what I possess is something much darker. I can be quite vengeful. One of my classmates — a girl who relentlessly bullied and mocked me — really got to me. We had a huge argument one day towards the end of 12th grade. I was so furious that I did something I’ve never confessed to anyone: I cut the brake wire on her bicycle. A day or two later, she was hit by a car, and after that… she just vanished. I never saw her again. Not at graduation, not on social media. It was as if she had disappeared completely. Then yesterday, out of the blue — four years later — I bumped into her. She looked entirely different, more at peace. She shared that she’s been teaching mat

Her child had gone to school, and I was there to hit the books. After that, we had lunch together, and she asked me to help her out like she did. I was taken aback and shook my head. She explained that she felt unfulfilled physically since she didn't have a husband, and what I did earlier had turned her on. I looked down, feeling shy again. Suddenly, she cupped my face and kissed me softly. We were both standing, and we kissed for about five minutes. Even as she knelt, she kept kissing me and pushing me down. I don’t know why, but I instinctively lifted the hem of her nightie and slipped inside it (I was fully inside). I pulled down her panties, inhaling her scent, and immediately began to suck her pussy like a baby would suck milk. She adjusted her leg slightly and pressed my head firmly

I told her I was okay. Then she asked if I wanted some milk and unzipped her nightie, guiding my head towards her milky breasts. I was taken aback and felt really nervous. I asked her if I could have some, but she said if I wanted it, I should be like her baby. While she was massaging my head, I started sucking on her big cherry nipples, and her breasts were huge. My stomach felt full. Then she held my head and asked if I wanted more. She placed my head back on her nipple. Now that I was no longer hungry, I began to savor her breasts. She pulled my head back and laughed, calling me a naughty girl. I felt embarrassed but went back in to suck on her breasts again. Eventually, I dozed off on her lap. The next morning, I woke up at 8:00 AM, and she was smiling at me. I went to the bathroom w

This event took place when I was 19. I started attending her tutoring sessions about a month before the public exams, usually visiting her house from 5 to 7:30 PM. Her husband was a carpenter, but he only came home once a month. I went to her place for tutoring as usual. When I arrived, she opened the door, welcomed me, and encouraged me to start studying while she worked in the kitchen. After a while, she came over to check if I had any questions. I asked her a few, and she sat beside me to help with some problems. (That day, she was wearing a red nighty.) Later, she returned from the kitchen and mentioned that she could finish some pictures that day, asking me to stay longer. I agreed, and she quickly called my dad to let him know. He said it was fine since he thought it would help me

We were best friends. As time passed, we decided to date each other. I was kind of into him, subtly in love with him. But when he asked for casual dating, I couldn't deny him, even though I wished for something permanent and committed. After a few dates, he observed that I was too invested in the relationship and advised me to take it casually. He also suggested that we slow things down and stop seeing each other because he knew he would never commit, and that would hurt me later. But my dumb self could not bear the loss of his absence and forced him to stay, promising that I would move on once we fell apart. A few days later, we accidentally met at his place and eventually ended up having sex. I didn’t feel like it was the wrong thing, but now that we’ve fallen apart, it has been nine m

I met the love of my life during my internship. He’s from a different religion, but initially, he seemed secular—even stepping into my religious place just for me. Both our families are strict and would never accept our relationship, but he promised he’d try. We were deeply in love, and everything was perfect until we had a small argument. I sorted it out, and things were good for the next 10 months. Recently, he asked if I would consider converting to his religion. I told him firmly that I wouldn’t, that I wouldn’t change my identity for anyone. He seemed to accept it at the time, but later, he asked if I could at least follow some religious rules. This led to another argument. The next day, he acted as if nothing had happened, but I was still upset—he seemed to ignore my perspective, so

The guy and I met through Shaadi.com. After 2-3 months of talking, our parents visited each other’s houses. My mom was a bit skeptical about their household’s low income, as she is a single mother, but she was ready to support us in any way possible. Everything was going smoothly. However, after another 3 months—6 months after our initial meeting—the guy's mom called and said our kundalis didn’t match according to their astrologer. We had already matched our kundalis with our astrologer right after meeting, and they were compatible. My parents were on the verge of booking wedding venues, but when the guy's mom said this, my mom got a bit upset and questioned whether they ever truly intended to go through with the marriage. She felt it was just an excuse to back out, as throughout the 6 mon

We've been in a relationship for 2 years and have known each other for 3 years. In the beginning, everything was perfect, but slowly, I started getting mixed signals from him. Some days, he'd shower me with love like I was his whole world, and other days, it feels like he just doesn't care anymore. He still does some things right—like dropping me home no matter where we are, waiting for me after college, or meeting me for just 15 minutes after work. But he doesn’t defend me when his friends make jokes at my expense. He doesn't put in the simple efforts like reassuring me or planning dates—nothing. Whenever I try to confront him face-to-face, he avoids the topic, and then later, he brings it up over text (which he knows I hate). For the past year, I've been waiting for him to change, becau

Yesterday was my birthday and my FWB who got married 2 months back came to meet me from a different city at night. (t was not first meet after his marriage) We met in his car and I was mad at him because he came so late. He bought a cake and we went to my friend's empty flat in my same apartment. I cut the cake and we were simply talking. He was staring at my face and kissed me. I resisted but couldn't. He undressed me slowly and our lips were totally locked for an hour. We lost our control and he started to suck my boobs madly and made marks, saying "you belong to me and I'll stamp you all mine". Later I went do vn on him and he was moaning He chocked me 3-4 times and started to fuck my mouth deep. Suddenly I puked on his d '!! He felt it and said" it's ok don't panic are you ok?" Later w

So friends, i m back with my new story. Aaj main bataunga kaise maine fir se mere pados ki didi ke saath sex kia. Ek raat sex krne ke bd hume mouka kam Milne laga kyuki baarish ka season start hogya tha or baarish me unka ghr peeche ke raashta jana bht tough tha. Toh av kch din pehle ki baat he. Hum dono whatsapp me regulary sexchat or video call sex wagera krte the. Ek din usne mujhe call kia ki uski mummy apne maike jaa rhi he kisike saadi biyaah ko leke. Usne kaha mouka acha he tum din me aa jana main apni beti ko sula dungi. Or tm ghr pe aajana. Main turant maan gya or dusre din Dophar ko uske ghr ko gya. Jab main gya toh maine dekha ki usne top or trouser pehn rkha he or b ek dum tight jisme pet or boobs pura shape dikh rha h. Maine turant usko diwaar pe chipka dia or kiss krne laga w

So in part 1 i described how i convinced her to have sex, in this i will describe how did i fucked her. After the closing of factry we both went to my bed room. I just got closer to her and touch her waist area. She dint respond. After that i dropped her saree from her shoulder and started touching her navel and tummy. Her navel was half visible. I opend her saree and pushed her onto my bed ane started kissing her navel and tummy. And her started squeezing her boobs also. She got horny and opened her blouse and bra and put her boobs in my mouth and asked me to suck. I sucked and bite her boobs. After that i licked her black armpit also. She was getting hornier. After that i again sucked her tummy and navel and opened her rest of clothes and started rubbing my dick into her pussy. She said,

This wasn't the first time I had cheated. But it was certainly the most thrilling, I had always had a thing for my sister in-law for more years than I can remember. Great ass , great tits and ended up being so kinky! And she is the one who solidified my cheating kink! I had always wanted her for myself for the longest time, never thinking Id get my chance. One day we werejust texting like normal. We shared memes regularly, this time was no different. Going back and forth but then she sent a very spicy meme. It was about bondage. Caught me off guard, but I had always had those thoughts about her. What would it be like to tie her up and use her. I took my shot, I sent her a equally naughty meme back. It was like a switch was flipped for us both. Before long we had both confessed to want

I (M, 44y) married for 18 years, living with my spouse (,39) and our kids. We had a long love story together. we are happy in our life, but, unfortunately, the hot part of our life is turning cold. it is normal and I am fine with this. everything changes over time. During the last two years, and I don't know why, I feel excited about the stag lifestyle. It is not exactly what I am looking for, but somewhere it looks like this. I don't want my wife to f*ck with other men or suck di*ks. It is OK to have a dance, somebody touch here, something warm but not having full s*x relation with others. I can't share my fantasy with my wife since we have social and religious borders. Recently, I told her that I got excited when other men look at her body when she looks s*xy and when she shows off her

Me and my ex gf were open to kinks. She likes fem dom kind of things, but I was into c@ckolds and hotwifing. This incident happened when we were traveling on a train. We commute to college on the same train, and this train is a major place for our makeout. That day was her college function, so she was wearing a saree. She was not used to wearing sarees, but she was so damn hot in them. The train was so crowded, and we couldn't find any seats. So we stood near the door, and it was also crowded. I was standing behind her, enjoying her from the back, and she was also touching my D. But then it got even crowded, and some guy came in between us. She couldn't turn, so she didn't see that. So she mistakenly leaned on him. And he didn't waste the opportunity either. They both started enjoying each

Sex in cars are so risky i love it. I love it especially because it's so hot inside the car and my boyfriend sweats a lot. He is just dripping sweat and his body looks so hot. There have been times where his sweat just drips down there and basics acts as lube. It's even hotter when it's in a risky place. Some places have been safe but some have been risky. Once while we were doing it in the car 2 girls passed by and just stared at him fucking for a while before going back. Once we did it in the car while there was someone else parked behind us but I don't think they saw us. Sex in cars are so risky i love it. I love it especially because it's so hot inside the car and my boyfriend sweats a lot. He is just dripping sweat and his body looks so hot. There have been times where his sweat just

I'm a pregnant woman, and my mother-in-law kicked me out of the house, cursing at me in the street while my husband just stood there silently. I went to stay at my family's house, and he later tried to convince me to move back in. I told him I wouldn't live with his family anymore; if he wanted to save our marriage, he needed to arrange separate accommodation for us and our baby. He led me on, taking me to property viewings, only to later reveal he had no intention of getting separate accommodation. He threatened me, saying that if I wouldn’t live with him and his family, he would divorce me. After that, I cut off contact with him. I've been going through my entire pregnancy alone, buying everything for our baby myself—he hasn't contributed a single penny. Now, with the baby arriving in

I met my wife a few years ago at a music festival. We started talking and ended up liking each other. A year later, we got married. For some time, it felt like I was in heaven. We laughed, traveled to different places together, and everything seemed perfect. One day, I accidentally opened her Google Drive and found some intimate videos of her with her ex-boyfriend. I was deeply heartbroken and confronted her, asking for a divorce. She started crying and begged me to give her another chance, but at that point, I had completely lost my love for her. I grew up in an orphanage, so she was like everything to me. A small part of me still cares about her, but I don’t think I can ever love her the way I used to. What are your thoughts on this?

We’re currently in our courtship phase, but my fiancé is completely emotionally unavailable. It’s an arranged marriage, and I’ve fallen for him so deeply. This is the same man I’ve prayed for, the one I’ve manifested. But because of his past trauma—he’s divorced—he’s not reciprocating any of my love. It feels like I’m the only one putting in any effort. He’s so cold and distant, like there’s nothing left inside him. For me, he’s the only man I want to spend my life with, but he’s unsure about his emotions, his feelings… everything. I’ve supported him through it all, and I’ll keep supporting him, but I feel completely lost. Am I just wasting my time waiting for a man who may never love me back? It’s like I’m stuck in limbo, giving my all to someone who may never care.

I was in a relationship with one of my colleagues for 2 years. I supported him financially and in his career, always putting him as a priority. Four months ago, I got a great opportunity at another organization and moved there. He was very happy about it at first. After I moved, he went on a trip with his friends, and his behavior started changing. He began ignoring my calls and messages. Eventually, he revealed that he proposed to his female best friend and wants to be with her. When I asked for reasons, he told me that our caste is different and my salary is higher than his. He said he forgets his problems when he is with her, while I have been trying to help him with his issues. Despite this, he still wants to be friends with me and shares every problem he is facing.

I’m a 25-year-old woman who was once a topper, but now I’m struggling in my career. I’ve failed in love twice—both times, they cheated on me and left me alone. On top of that, my parents are forcing me to marry a 35-year-old relative whom I don’t like at all. I don’t feel compatible with him, and my instincts always scream "NO" when I think about marrying him. I don't like anything about him. My family has even stopped talking to me for months because I refused. He’s from my mother’s side of the family, and my mom once told me that when it comes to choosing between me or him, she will always choose him. 😔 Every astrologer my mom has consulted has told her not to go through with this marriage. One even said that I would die if I married him. But my mom doesn’t care about any of that; she

Last year, I lost my virginity to my then-boyfriend, convinced he was "the one." I truly believed we’d be together forever, maybe even get married. But just a few months later, we broke up. The thought of losing my virginity to him haunted me, especially when I thought about future relationships. What if my next partner couldn't handle it? Or worse, what if I end up in an arranged marriage, where being a non-virgin unmarried woman is practically a crime in our society? Fast forward, I met an incredible guy. We’re both sure about each other. We’ve had our share of issues, including him struggling with the fact that I wasn’t a virgin. But after a lot of work from both sides, we’ve moved past it—mostly. The problem? I can’t bring myself to have sex with him. I’m terrified. What if this rela