JUNE 10, 2025
I always thought bondage was just rope and roleplay—until I dated a guy who called himself a “Shibari minimalist.” On our third date, he brought over a duffel bag that looked suspiciously like it belonged to a magician or a hitman. Inside? A few pieces of silky rope, two carabiners, and a blindfold that felt way too luxurious for Walmart. He didn’t just tie me up—he engineered me to the bed like he was rigging a sailboat. Each knot had a purpose. Each tug of rope made me feel like I was floating a few inches above my own skin. When he added the blindfold and whispered, “You’re not going anywhere,” I melted. Completely helpless. Completely turned on. The best part? He didn’t even touch me for the first 20 minutes. He just circled, exhaling on my skin, occasionally brushing a feather across my thighs. My brain turned to pudding. By the time he did touch me, I was practically vibrating off the mattress. Now I can’t watch rock climbing videos without getting flustered. And I may or may not have a drawer full of nautical knots and silk ropes. For “emergencies.”
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I have a fantasy about being an Onlyfans content creator! I know I have a body men and women would love, and I'm going out of my mind with the thought of people watching me in all kinds of kinky and sexy scenarios. I'm very submissive and imagine the images and videos I could offer of being banged from behind - even by multiple people. I can imagine the sex faces I'd make as I am giving head. I imagine myself in the sexiest outfits, and making good money doing it. My husband would love the income but would never, in a million years, be ok with me putting myself out there like that. But, ohhhhh the very thought of it gets me so hot my whole body tingles! Thank you for allowing me a place to share this with someone!
JUNE 3, 2025
So, I was housesitting for a friend, and they have this incredible shower—like, hotel-level fancy, with jets everywhere and mood lighting. Naturally, I decided to indulge a little. I set the water just right, dimmed the lights, and, well, let my hands wander. You know how it goes. But as I’m getting into it, I hear something—or someone. Through the wall, the neighbor had started humming, then full-on singing. At first, I rolled my eyes, but then… I noticed the pauses. The way their voice would hitch now and then, like they were… distracted. That’s when it hit me: they weren’t just singing. They were doing the same thing I was. I froze for a second, but then I thought, 'Why not?' I got louder—letting out little gasps and moans, just to see if they’d react. And oh, they did. Their singing stopped completely, replaced by these soft, breathy sounds that matched my rhythm perfectly. We were both going for it at this point, separated by nothing but a wall, fully aware of what the other was doing. The tension was insane. I don’t even know who finished first, but when it was over, I heard a low, satisfied laugh from their side… and I couldn’t help but laugh, too. Now, every time I see them in the hallway, I can’t help but wonder: should I ask if they want to skip the wall next time?"
MAY 27, 2025
It started with a look across the table — the kind of look that makes the roast chicken irrelevant and the wine taste like foreplay. We were at a friend’s dinner party. Polished, polite, candlelight dancing off crystal. But under the table? Oh, that’s where the real conversation was happening. Her foot found my ankle. Slid up. Pressed firm. I shot her a warning glance — the “not here” kind — but she just smiled and slowly mouthed, “Now.” That’s when she slid a tiny wireless remote into my palm under the napkin. "Level one only,” she whispered in my ear as she passed by with the breadbasket. It was the new vibrating plug she’d been teasing me about for weeks. I thought she was bluffing. I was wrong. She sat across from me, smug, sipping her wine like a queen watching her pawn squirm. I clicked the remote. Once. Twice. Her eyes flickered. She bit her lip — and moaned softly into her napkin. The table kept talking about summer cottages and landscaping. We played a silent game of escalation. By the time dessert arrived, she was flushed, trembling, and dripping. And I hadn't even left my chair. Later, when we said polite goodbyes, she whispered, “Your turn next time.” So now I’m hunting for a black-tie event. Maybe a gallery opening. Somewhere public. Somewhere where she’ll beg with her eyes while smiling through small talk. Because next time, she wears the remote. And I’m not going to be gentle.
MAY 20, 2025
Oops, we did it again. We broke another bed. This time we were away for the weekend at an adult’s only naturalist area. We had just left the Saturday night dance, and were enjoying our little cabin when we heard & felt that familiar crash. When I got up, sure enough my side of the bed was now drooping towards the floor. Either I need to be more of a starfish, or Ikea needs to design stronger bed frames.
MAY 13, 2025
So, we are officially swingers now. My girl has had a play partner now for a while, recently he got himself his own primary and we had a great first meeting, looks like I may get a chance to play with her. Now the hope is that he and her will be able to attend some of the same parties. My mind is racing at the possibilities. I would like to do a scene where he gets to play with both girls as I watch, and get to play with myself watching him get spoiled by the two girls. Of course, at some point I would hope to join in, but the idea of watching just gets me hot. Should be a fun summer.
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My wife and I ventured to a swingers club outside Las Vegas, her in a purple skirt, me in party attire. Nervous but curious, we agreed I could be intimate with another woman, but she’d limit interactions with men, allowing only breast play. At the club, we were largely ignored, easing our tension. We headed upstairs, a couples-only area, and settled on a dim couch to observe. Couples of all ages moved around; a TV played porn in one corner, and a pair fondled nearby. A Black couple sat opposite, and when the woman began oral sex, it emboldened me to caress my wife’s breasts publicly, hoping for attention. We tried connecting with other couples but struck out. A Mexican man approached, asking our intentions. I shared our curiosity and my wife’s desire to watch me with another woman. After conferring with his partner, he suggested a private room where his partner would mirror whatever my wife did with him. We agreed, locking ourselves in. My wife confidently shed her skirt, standing in pink lingerie. I suggested the women start, and they kissed passionately, soon naked. My wife moaned as the other woman teased her nipples, a sight I loved. The men joined, and I rubbed the other woman from behind while the same happened to my wife, though she focused on the woman’s touch. Next, we men lavished attention on the women’s breasts. I glanced over to see the man eagerly squeezing my wife’s, and, surprisingly, she stroked him. We switched, with the women atop us as we kissed their breasts. I watched my wife closely. When the man tried to go further, she seemed uneasy. I intervened, bringing her to me. We made love to our partners and left the club with soft smiles. Reflecting, my wife decided she wasn’t comfortable with other men. Our foursome was a one-time adventure, but we’re open to future explorations.
MAY 6, 2025
I wore it to brunch. You know what I mean. That remote-controlled vibe he dared me to wear under my sundress. He held the remote. I held onto my mimosa like it was a lifeline. Everything looked normal — eggs, toast, friendly chatter — but every time he pressed that button, I had to clench hard to keep a straight face. He was cruel with it, too. Little buzzes during innocent conversation. A long pulse right as the server asked if I wanted more coffee. I couldn’t answer. I just nodded and prayed she didn’t notice the twitch in my left eye. He sat there all smug, chatting about weekend plans while I tried to remember how to use cutlery. My thighs were glued together. I didn’t dare move. And when I finally gave him the look — you know, that look — he passed me the remote. Plot twist: he had one in too. So I did what any vengeful brunch goddess would do. I turned his to max while he was mid-bite. He choked on his avocado toast and nearly flipped the table. We both left that restaurant flushed and overstimulated. We didn’t even make it home. Backseat. Windows fogged. Remote long forgotten. Would I do it again? Every damn Sunday.
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I once got a blowjob from a guy in the studio of a christian radio station i worked for. Im also a guy, btw What was airing at the time? focus on the family with dr james dobson, bitching about how badly they needed to defeat gay marriage.
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Mistress Sue, I kneel on my knees, eyes down and hands open as you required. Mistress, I'm ready for my next command from you. As I wait I have such delicious thoughts. Thoughts about how you quiver when I'm allowed to step up behind you and I breathe on the nape of your neck. Think of that delicious smell of your natural skin and any perfume or lotions you might put on. I also think about the goosebumps that raise when I'm allowed to touch your bare ribs. I get to trace around your ribs to just below your breasts. Mmmmmm
APRIL 29, 2025
I used to be a patient of a lovely woman named SUe. I am in a wheelchair and have a small penis. This weekend my old email, Facebook, and Instagram accounts were hacked and nudes were sent out to many of my friends and former co-workers. I was mortified. 3 days later I have to say that the contacts with people who were messaged are really turning me on.
APRIL 22, 2025
I had been feeling a little down since my girl had gotten popular, while I was not getting the same benefits from our new lifestyle. Well, all that changed on this past Saturday. Me and My girl were at a lifestyle party, we had some fun while on a bed while next to some friends of ours. My girl decided to slide down so she could enjoy my stomach while stroking my inner thigh. Before too long I felt a second pair of hands also fondling me. I looked down and another gorgeous friend of ours was helping out, teasing me with touch. Before too long, both girls hooked there fingers into my underwear and they in tandem pulled them down exposing my rock hard manhood. Both girls shared in giving me my first dual blowjob experience, one with my cock in mouth, the other gently sucking on my balls. It was glorious, and is easily the most fun I have ever had. This one goes into my mental FAP folder for later inspiration. I hope this is just the first step in enjoying our new lifestyle.
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I was out of town on business and got a last minute invitation to a hockey game with some colleagues. I didn't have time to go back to my hotel and change. I’m glad I didn’t. I had worn a cream coloured blouse with a black pencil skirt, as well as some knee high black boots and some cute, black stay-up stockings. I'll admit my hair and makeup were top shelf that day too! At the game I soon noticed a younger man staring at me. I'm 43, he would be in his early to mid 30's. At one point I was playing with my earring and could see him out of the corner of my eye. He was fixated on my every move and I couldn't resist teasing him a little. I’d play with my necklace, bite my bottom lip… All the classic moves. He lapped it all up! At the second intermission I went to the lady's room and prepared a little gift for my new, biggest fan, which I discreetly placed in my coat pocket. We ended up leaving before the end of the game as the home team was losing, and on my way past him, I pulled my hand out of my pocket and reached out as if to shake his. Of course, instead, I handed him the lacy panties I had been wearing all day. I winked at him but never once looked back. I just kept walking up the stairs and out to our Uber, but I like to imagine that he went home with the most unique souvenir anyone has ever left a sporting event with. I do know that I’m still smiling!
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I’ve had this… *thing* for tattoo artists ever since I walked into that dimly lit studio. His name? No idea. Let’s call him Ink. sleeves of snakes and roses, fingers stained blue, and a voice like he’d smoked a campfire. I wanted a lotus on my ribs. *‘Easy,’* he said. But when I took off my shirt, his gaze snagged on the strap of my lace bra. *‘You’ll need to lie down,’* he muttered. The buzzing needle drowned my heartbeat. Until his free hand settled on my hip to steady me. His thumb pressed into my bare skin, rough and warm. *‘Breathe,’* he said, like it was a dare. Every pass of the needle felt slower. His knuckles brushed the underside of my breast. *Accident?* I arched slightly. He didn’t move his hand. *‘You’re shaking,’* he said. *‘You’re not stopping,’* I replied. He smirked. *‘You paid for two hours.’* By the end, his palm was splayed across my stomach, pinning me to the table. The tattoo was perfect. The tension? Nuclear. As I left, he handed me aftercare instructions. Scrawled at the bottom: *‘Come back for shading… or don’t.
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The woman on the mic sounds so certain. Where does she go when we talk?”* I blush, scrambling. How do I admit I save the tremors for you? That your quiet *“Go on”* unravels me more Than anything. Was this one for me?”* you’d ask, voice velvet-wrapped steel. I’d stutter, and you’d smirk, knowing. But fantasies dissolve when you scribble notes, clinical and calm. I crave the crack in your armor—proof my voice lingers in your head too. Instead, I joke about “listener feedback,” hiding behind irony. You don’t laugh. *“We should explore why you need to perform here,”* you say, and my throat tightens. Yes. Unmask me. Yet I’m already laid bare, rehearsing confessions I’ll never air.
APRIL 15, 2025
"I have a naughty little habit of teasing my boyfriend while he drives. I'll gently massage his thigh, letting my fingers slowly trace and linger, building the anticipation mile after mile. On one particularly long road trip, I kept it up for hours—by the time he finally pulled over, he was so desperately hard and eager, he could barely undo his belt fast enough for me to drop down and reward him properly. There's something incredibly sexy about building him up like that, knowing he's squirming in his seat, aching for release."
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The other night, my partner whispered in my ear, ‘Tell me exactly what you want,’ and I surprised us both by how filthy my answer was. I didn’t know I had it in me—until their fingers were inside me, and suddenly, I was begging for things I’d only ever fantasized about. Now? I can’t stop thinking about what else I might say… when they make me lose control."
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My husband has a “tranny” fetish. Watches this kind of p*rn. It makes me really uncomfortable. He tells me it’s normal and very common. I don’t want to make him feel bad but I don’t like it at all..
APRIL 8, 2025
Good friends of ours invited us over to dinner at their place last night. I couldn't help but notice that my buddy was the one getting up from the table to refill our glasses, get another bottle, take empty dishes away etc. And what especially stood out to me was that before he did, his wife would lock eyes with him, and simply nod. It became very obvious to me that what I was watching was a Dom/sub in action! Once I realized what was happening I couldn't stop watching them, and my imagination started going wild! I finally had to excuse myself in order to get off in the bathroom. How much training would this have involved? What sexy stuff happens between them once we leave? I'm dying to ask my wife if she noticed it too and if it got her as excited as it got me. And I really want to ask my buddy if that is actually their dynamic, but I don't want to risk making things awkward if I'm wrong. For the next while though, it will be a big part of my own fantasies!
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My husband and I took photos of each other this weekend! Each of us dressed up in some of our favorite outfits, including some of the cosplay costumes we love to go to parties in! There was something incredibly sexy about him telling me how he wanted my body to be posed, not to mention having him pick out some of the clothing and makeup styles! It was also pretty hot to be able to direct him as well! The entire afternoon and evening was all about the two of us trying to excite the other! The photos are so erotic and we can't stop looking at them! He's teased that he wants to show some to his co-worker who has never been shy about telling him, and me, that he finds me attractive. I secretly hope he does!
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It all started on a red-eye flight to Barcelona. He was sitting next to me—handsome, with messy dark hair and a smile that made my cheeks flush. We started talking about nothing at first—movies, travel, stuff like that—but there was this spark I couldn’t ignore.
At one point, his knee bumped mine. Neither of us moved away. Then his hand shifted to the armrest, his fingers brushing mine like it was an accident. I felt my heart race. Slowly, his hand slid onto my leg under the blanket. My breath caught, but I didn’t stop him. His fingers teased me, moving just enough to drive me crazy while I tried to act normal.
When we landed, he leaned in close, his lips almost touching my ear. “Hope to see you around,” he said with a wink before walking off, leaving me completely flustered—and biting my lip.
APRIL 1, 2025
I’ve always fantasized about being caught. Last night, I imagined my partner tying me to the bed, silk ropes biting my wrists, when the door creaks open.
It’s our neighbor—eyes wide, lips parted. Instead of leaving, they linger, watching as my partner teases me with a feather, tracing every curve. The heat of their gaze makes me squirm, helpless and exposed. My partner smirks, inviting them closer. 'Join us,' they whisper. I’m trembling, aching, as hands—familiar and foreign—explore me, turning shame into a wicked, delicious thrill."
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I've been dating a woman for a little while now and we've been taking things slow. She has two kids from a previous marriage, and I have a son. The kids all met for the first time last weekend and got along really well. Tonight we took them to a mini putt. When we arrived they told us they'd be fine on their own, so we decided to wait in the car. I hopped in the front while she got in the back. "Are you going to join me?" she asked. Without hesitation I did as requested and before I could even close the door her hand was unzipping my pants, her other hand guiding mine between her legs and before long I was all too aware that she was not wearing any underwear! We had barely kissed on previous dates and now this! With countless cars parked around us I was suddenly getting the best BJ I have ever had in my life while fingering her and enjoying every moan she made! On the ride home the kids said they hoped we could get together again. Me too kids. Me too!!
MARCH 25, 2025
Hi Sue & John
What a weekend! As I’ve confessed before, me & my guy have trying to dip our toes into swinging for just over a year, but this weekend I dove in.
Friday afternoon I got a hotel room with a guy I met through FetLife. He brought a 12 pack of condoms, we used 8!
Saturday night I bumped into a guy at the casino who I’d flirted with a bit. I walked him to his car at the night, and ended up getting fingered & giving him head in the car.
Add to those sex with my awesome boyfriend Friday night, Saturday morning & night, and Sunday night, and all my bits & pieces feel bruised come Monday morning. Any suggestions from Sue for treating that would be welcome.
Especially because I don’t think I’m done yet - I lost my reading glasses during the fun in the car, so I’ll have to see him again if I want those back. Oh darn...
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Last week I told you about my first time as a hotwife and making my husband wear my drenched panties after I returned from a night with my boy toy!
Well this weekend I took it to a whole other level! Friday night I was taken to dinner by a lovely, younger man who I had met through a friend. After dinner we went back to his place where we immediately landed in the bed - but not before I set my cell phone up to be pointed towards us. Every once in a while I'd facetime hubby, who was stuck at home, and I'd let him watch me with my young stud. But only for a few moments at a time, of course.
When I got home that night he was so turned on that I just had to tease him a little more so he could have a release. I tied his hands to our headboard and made him watch the videos I made that night. He couldn't touch himself, of course, but that didn't matter, he came quite quickly. It helped that I was masturbating while watching him watch me while also watching me on video. :)
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This is a real confession. I had an affair 50 years ago with a coworker. I was on the verge of getting divorced but stayed with my wife. But recently I have been thinking about it and what could have happened. I can still remember the way the other woman took control of me and was all over me like I was a sex object. but I didn't mind.. We did it twice. The 2nd time was a year later. It was very exciting of course. I have decided that I will never tell my wife and carry it to my grave because it would break my wife's heart and cause all sorts of problems. What do you think?
MARCH 18, 2025
OMG guys! I just had my first hotwife experience! I left work early today and met my lover at a hotel. My husband was waiting at home, anxious to hear all about it! He also said he wanted to be able to feel how wet I was after. Well, he knows now! I made him put on my cum soaked panties. He will be wearing them to bed tonight too.
I have another date Saturday. Cannot wait!!!
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Hey Sue and John. I’m a fan. I’m a bit of a tech geek.
At a recent tech convention, I stumbled upon a section dedicated to VR experiences. Intrigued, I asked in fun if they had any adult content. The guy raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t expectinmuch beyond a novelty. But what happened left me incredibly turned on and craving more.
I put on the VR headset and entered a virtual world designed for sensual exploration. The graphics were stunningly realistic, and the haptic feedback suit I wore made every touch feel surprisingly lifelike. My virtual partner seduced me, their hands roaming over my body through the suit, sending shivers down my spine.
The sensations were so convincing that I found myself moaning softly, my arousal building with each passing moment. By the time I took off the headset, I was flushed and breathless, my heart racing. The VR sex had been so convincing that it left me aching for release. It was a thrilling, kinky experience that I'll definitely be seeking out again.
MARCH 11, 2025
On a high school trip, we students were 4 to a room. All guys or girls as the case may be. I don't remember at what point my room opened the curtain, but it was at some point after all of us (4 guys) had gotten down to our underwear. About that time we noticed we were being watched by a girls room across the way. Soon it was down to 2 girls watching and eventually one, but that was a hell of a turn on for a high school guy like me. Since then I have been an exhibitionist. Love being socially nude/sex watching or being watched
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Hello Sue & John
I don’t know if this is a confession, or just an “is this normal?” question, but here we go:
Last night I squirted for the first time, and I have to admit… I don’t see the fuss.
Maybe I’m a victim of porn, but I was expecting an earth shattering orgasm with it. This was actually less intense than most of my orgasms with this guy. As a result I nearly had a heart attack thinking I’d peed on my boyfriend while he was going down on me! (Although, he gushed (pardon the pun) about the taste in his mouth & beard, so I ruled that out quickly.) Also, because we hadn’t expected it, I had a cold wet bum for the rest of the sex because I was in the puddle.
I’m glad my guy was so excited & turned on by it, but for me it was a bit, for lack of a better word, anti-climactic.
MARCH 4, 2025
Another weekend, another play party… we had so much fun, started playing in the pool, moved to the hot tub where another friend couple we know were also playing.
I got a blowjob sitting on the side of the hot tub, looked down and her tits were floating and looked incredible.
We decided we needed to find one of the play rooms so we could follow the rules.
We found the master was empty, and so we decided to continue our fun. I'm proud to say we set a new record for distance of moving a bed.
By the time we finished the bed had moved a full 5 feet across the room.
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After a failed vanilla marriage I went on a girls trip to Vegas. We ended up meeting a group of 15 guys from Alaska there for a bachelor party, and partied with them all night.
One guy stood out. He made me blush like school girl.
We both had late fights the next day, hours after all our friends would be gone. He met us for breakfast and when the last girl left we booked it back to his hotel. It didn't take long for him to rip off my clothes.
He was forceful tossing me around like a rag doll and then put his hands around my neck to choke me. This was the first time anyone had done that. For a moment I thought ... Oh great this is how I die. Found naked in a bed in Vegas.
He stared into my eyes and when he removed his hands he asked if it was too much.
I replied "Heck no. Do it again please."
It was then and there, that i realized what I had been missing all these years.
We stayed in touch for a while but never met up again.
FEB 25, 2025
Barcelona rooftop bar. Aussie stranger dares me: *“Hand over your panties. Here. Now.”* Sangria said yes.
I did. He smirked. “Dare me back.”
*“Hotel balcony. Lose the shorts. Five minutes.”*
He showed up—shirtless, wicked grin. Used a *cocktail straw* to map every inch of me. Almost got caught. Never louder.
Left my lace on the minibar. Never got his name.
Worth it.
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I’ll never forget the first time I let Bertrand tie me up. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and we’d been teasing each other all day—little touches, lingering glances, the kind of tension that makes your skin hum. He’d been hinting at it for weeks, and I’d been curious but nervous. But that day, something in me just clicked.
I remember the way he looked at me when I finally said yes—like he’d been waiting forever. He took his time, his hands steady as he looped the silk scarf around my wrists, securing them to the headboard. I could feel my heart racing, but there was something so thrilling about giving up control, about trusting him completely.
When he leaned in to whisper in my ear, his breath hot against my skin, I shivered. “You’re mine now,” he said, and I’ve never felt so turned on in my life.
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Hi Sue & John (and the Kinky Confessional fans I met on Saturday).
Well, it was another eventful weekend. First up was a massage party where we christened my boyfriend’s new table. Ever since, he has speculated if two guys massaging me & fingering me to orgasm counts as a threesome. I feel this may be a bit of a stretch, but I am willing to repeat the massage a few more times… for research purposes, of course. ;)
Next up was a swingers party. I thought it was going to be a bust due to very small attendance, but at the end of the night a friend introduced us to her Electroshock gloves. I got my guy a Violet wand for Christmas, but have been hesitant to use it for fear of getting a jolt myself. But these were easy to use, and a stroke to the back of his neck had him bouncing off the table like I was performing an exorcism. I guess I’ll have to find a pair for him before his birthday.
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FEB 18, 2025
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Forgive me, for I have committed the sin of envy- a friend told me that a mutual friend asked her if she would be interested in pegging him, and I’m a bit jealous he didn’t ask me. It’s something I’ve been curious to try since an ex introduced me to femme domme porn.
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Hey Sue & John I heard you talking on the podcast about what men like women to wear, and have to add cheerleader uniform to the list. I’d had the outfit kicking around for a while, but never found the opportunity to wear it. So Super Bowl Sunday my boyfriend came in from a smoke to find me leaning seductively in the bedroom doorway dressed as a cheerleader (complete with the pigtails and football head bobbers from last year’s Super Bowl party). It didn’t take long before the outfit was up around my shoulders, and my ankles were up by his ears. Now I understand why football is so popular.
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FEB 10, 2025
After a weekend full of swinging fun, my hubby and I lay in bed together cuddling. One thing led to another and he was laying on top of me holding my arms kissing me and ever so gently teasing me with his dick. In and out… in and out so slowly I wanted to explode with each slow movement. It’s was so passionate, so incredible that I came over and over again.
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My husband and I had our very first ever play date this weekend with a couple that we’ve known for years but just recently found out they are in the lifestyle too! We are newbies so they invited us over for some fun. And Oh what fun!! We had some wine, played some fun, sexy games and had a lot of laughs. A lady friend of theirs decided to join in the fun with us. I never knew how incredibly hot it would be to finger a girl while she gave my husband a blow job. I am getting wet just thinking about it!!! As the night progressed all 3 of us girls were laying together and cumming at the same time. What. A. NIGHT
FEB 4, 2025
I just finished watching Nicole Kidman and Baby Girl. I loved Eyes Wide Shut. I’ve never told anyone this… but I fantasize about attending a masquerade ball where no one knows my name—or my limits. The room is dim, lit by crimson lanterns, and everyone wears ornate masks that hide everything but their eyes. A stranger approaches me, their voice low and velvet, and asks to tie my wrists with the silk ribbon dangling from my gown. No names, no small talk. Just the thrill of surrender, their gloves against my skin, and the ache of anticipation as they lead me into a hidden room. The anonymity… the danger of not knowing if they’re a CEO or a chef… that’s what turns me to liquid. I want to be a secret, just for one night.
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My ultimate fantasy? A private library with floor-to-ceiling shelves, leather-bound books, and a lover who’s memorized every erogenous zone on my body. They’d make me kneel on a Persian rug, blindfolded, while they ‘read’ to me—but not from the books. They’d describe exactly what they’ll do to me next, slowly, in that professor-like tone that makes me shiver. A feather tracing my spine… ice cubes melting on my thighs… punishment for ‘distracting’ them from their studies. The catch? I’m not allowed to make a sound until they close the book. The quieter I am, the sweeter the reward. It’s about control, but also about trust. And God, I crave both
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Sitting here in Florida, watching the waves roll in, maybe I'm a little lonely, maybe a little horny, ok, maybe a lot horny. After hearing my girl got a ten handed massage, first from her, then again on the kinky confession, I am sorry I was away and had to miss it. One thing is for sure, I figure now I need to buy a massage table, and I can't wait for the upcoming massage party. The thought that maybe I could have 5 or more women rubbing and touching my naked body, where can I sign up for that.
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JAN 28, 2025
I helped give an 8 handed massage, then swapped spots & was on the receiving end of a 10 handed massage.
Oh! My! God!
JAN 21, 2025
We had snow recently! My husband and I took the 4wheeler down into the woods for a while. It was so pretty! Putting my arms around my man holding onto him as we rode thru the snow covered woods was such a turn on. Later we stopped and made out for a while. I sucked him and he fingered me. We played with each other off and on throughout the day. Later that evening I was almost at my breaking point when I practically begged him to throw me over the bed. He did just that! He bent me over the bed, tugged on my hair and slapped my ass as we both came in pure ecstasy. Oh I so love snow days.
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Hey Sue and Jon. I'm in one of those moods today where the next person who walks by my house might just get invited in for a quicky. I've often fantasized about a stranger and there's something telling me that today might be the day. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.
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So it finally happened. On the one year anniversary of the first time me and my girl hooked up, we finally broke my bed. I'm guessing the keegle class I did in the fall must have had a real affect on our abilities. Oh well, time to go bed shopping. Think the stores will let us give it a test drive before we commit?
JAN 14, 2025
I was recently in Atlanta on business and was having a drink at the bar in my hotel when a couple who were also at the bar began talking to me. We ordered a few apps and ordered another round of drinks, and a while later they invited me back to their room for a drink. They poured three glasses of whiskey and the conversation continued. That's when she turned to me and laughed while telling me I was on the cuck chair. I had no idea what that was. I'd never heard the term before. She clearly read the confused look on my face as she quickly followed up with "just stay sitting. No matter what happens just sit and enjoy your drink." Suddenly she was disrobing her husband, taking him in her mouth as I watched. Before long she was reverse doggy, taking a pounding from him and staring at me the entire time. When they moved to the bed I was instructed to "just keep watching." And I did. Taking in every yummy sight and sound. How have I not heard of a cuck chair before?
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I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of doing it in a glass-ceilinged room during a thunderstorm. Something about the rain pouring down and the flashes of lightning feels so dramatic and cinematic. But when I mentioned it to a friend, they said, 'You know those things are terrifyingly loud during storms, right?' So now I’m conflicted—do I go for the fantasy or risk a jump-scare mid-romance?
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I have been in love with my ex for the last nine years. After watching Westworld, I started to imagine how awesome it would be to have a robot that looked and acted like my ex, but was actually present in my life. It didn't take long for those daydreams to turn into sexual fantasies that have led me to masturbate much more frequently and only about having sex with my ex robot. My current boyfriend would die if he knew."
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I love the thought of role-play, so I like to imagine a Harry Potter themed role-play. Snape and the all-study, no-play Ravenclaw student. Against a wall, over his desk. YES PLEASE. I already have the Snape costume from this past Halloween. What Alan Rickmanbrought to Snape is the reason I have this fantasy in the first place. But hey, I'm not complaining. I like tall, dark, and snarky men.
JAN 7, 2025
Last night I took my wife and her girlfriend out last night and during dinner, I informed them that I would be their chauffeur for the evening and to feel free to enjoy the back seat. Dinner ended and they both climbed in the back of the suv folded down the seats and we went cruising. I was given a live mobile sex show as I cruised around the west end of Ottawa. When we arrived home I was well thanked for my chauffeured services by both my wife and her girlfriend
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My husband and I listened to your last podcast and heard you mention that you wasted 80$ to watch a clip on OnlyFans. We both agree that John should save his money and come over to our house one night and watch us fuck instead. We're quite serious, and, since this is confession, that would actually be pretty exciting for us too! ;) There are much better options out there than OnlyFans babes who just want your money! We're in PA so if you're ever this way...
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OMFG this space isn't long enough to share this experience!
So sharing a couples massage experience that made me call in sick for work to keep the feeling!
individual then couples massage at the same time after a private naked hot tub experience made me feel what he was feeling and know how he would respond to the same touch!
Then our masseuse left us in this sexy space with a basket of new stuff to try privately in this pristine space for free!!!
This could change my hatred of valentines day into yet please MORE.
We decided to finish this odyssey at home and I was happy to have him take out ALLL the toys he had been wanting to try.
Thank you Jasmine and Sue and John for teaching me to go outside what I thought was my comfort zone to pure pelasure!!
I would trade, you know, old panties for new ones.I don't wear a lot of panties, but I do have a few.And the truth is, I go commando most of the time.But still, it would be fun, right?If you get these gorgeous silk panties and somebody's gonna give you new ones.Sure.Yeah.Yeah.
And I know women that made, you know, a decent amount of money at it.Oh, absolutely.That's, I mean, this is a huge thing with people.It really is.It's not as uncommon as some people might think.And yes, and more power to the women who are there selling their underwear.Kinky confession #4 Happy 100th episode.
Sue and John, thank you.Family and work commitments have kept us from our usual shenanigans, so we were determined to make up for lost time at a friend's cottage.
Originally I had planned to wear a vibrator with the magnet to tour the farm before dinner, but that fell through and we could not figure out the remote and it was just too cold for my backup plan to christen the dock.
But we did manage to have some fun in the bunk beds that night.I thought my guy would have a goose egg from all the times he hit his head on the top bunk, but it's worth it to be told at breakfast the next day that multiple people in the next room we're listening in.Oh, that's fun.
And you know, in terms of space between beds and top bunk, but way to go.That's good to Chris and that.We have a lot of noisemakers listening into the show.We need to do more moaning, more moaning.Yes, absolutely.Our final kinky confession.
Again, our confessional on our website at Turned on podcast.com.We once took turns peeing on each other just to see what all the hype was about.When he exclaimed that my pee was a lot warmer than he thought it would be, it made me laugh, which made me pee harder, which made me laugh even harder.
So I peed harder still.And basically I drowned him.OK, important safety tip.Do not Yeah, I tried to explain that Yeah, yeah, you want Nobody wants to do CPR on you if you.Goggles, maybe a dive mask, a snorkel maybe in order.
First off, happy 100th this person writes.Hopefully this is a 100 episode worthy note.Well, so far so good.I'm a 50 year old male and within the last few years I've discovered that I'm bisexual.It took me a while to figure out owing to religious and generational trauma.
Regardless, once I told my wife of 1/4 of a century, she gave me nothing but her fullest support.Radon.Not to mention it's a huge turn on for her.Even better, well we finally had an MF experience that's male, male, female for those not familiar with that term.
Long story short, I received and gave oral to another man.And not to be too braggadocious, I did a damn good job.We all took turns with each other in every form possible.Ending in my wifes biggest fantasy DP double penetration.
It was an amazing experience that I will never forget no matter what happens in the future.Thank you for everything you both do for us loyal listeners.Hey, if we encourage that, that's the best.That's the best thing you could possibly tell us.Thank you so much.The 100th episode of turned on with Sue and John.