When I was about 7, I had an older cousin. When I went to visit him, we would go downstairs and he would have me touch him, and he would touch me. I never really liked it, but since he was about 13 at the time, he knew what he was doing. Now that I look back on it, I realize that I gave my first handjob at age 7. I sometimes feel that I was sexually abused, and I wish I didn't do it. But it wasnt my fault, I was only 7. I have never told a soul in my life, and I dont think he has. I feel terrible about it and I wish I could just erase it from my memory.

I think I'm going to be single forever.
And I finally just realized why they call it 'lovesick.'

I now once again continue with my strange, sex secret from #841.
So there I stood completly excited and filled with burning desire. To my shame I slowly began with my finger tips of one hand to touch my exposed member. Carefully I watched so that my best friends mom would not see me. I knew I was taking a risk but I could not help myself, How ever my eyes must have been to fixed on my best friends mom. One lady was looking. When I finally realized it I stopped as the fear of loosing all of this hit me hard. She winked at me and smiled from the tangled female flesh there on the floor that taunted me. She seemed to be looking me straight in the eyes with a quick look down to what I had been touching. This did nothing to make all my tempations easier. She seemed to be not only aproving of what I had been doing but encouraging it. teasing me. No, tempting me. I moved my hand closer to what I had sticking out of my jeans. She licked her lips. I began touching it. She grabbed her big bowling ball size breasts.
Just as I had gotten started entertaining both her and I, my best friends mom caught me. She let out a loud scream that made every one jump. " Stop that," she scream as she stood up. She looked so angry as she walked toward me . Her eyes seemed to burn a hole into my soul.
(to be continued)

i wish i was prettier because my boyfriend deserves more than me. and i wish i cold be funnier and make more jokes and make him laugh like other girls can. and i wish that he knew how much i love him and that i never, not ever, stop thinking about him. and if he only knew how happy he makes me. and how much happier he'd be if he was with someone else. someone who wouldn't get mad inside at him when he doesnt always say he loves me or hugs me or whatever. i wish i wasn't so deperately clingy that i annoy myself.

i have this secret... duh.
well i have been going out with my sister's boyfriend behind her back.
now i dont know what to do because i love him, but its gonna be hard because my sisters with him all the time. so we have to be very sneaky and not get caught.
but he loves me too and he doen't know who to pick.
me or my sister.
the truth is that he soen't want to be with her becuase she's always making him mad.
but if he says.
name.... i break up with you, for your sister.

When I was young,before marrying my wife, I loved with a girl who worked with me in an office room. I dreamed so many times to have sex with her but never came to truth. Till now I just kissed her onec and I still want to sleep with her and to touch her chest.