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Confess your fantasy slut-crimes.

I will be your judge, jury and executioner.

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my girlfriend went down on me in a band's tour bus while the drummer sat across from us and jacked off

does that count? it was a punk band...

I had one of my students at school...in the auditorium...backstage...on the grand piano. He was 18. I was 37.

On a lunch break, a guy from work and I went to a nearby park. We walked down a trail until we didn't see anyone. Still on the trail, he told me to drop my pants then bent me over and fucked me.

well, in High School, I slept with my (now ex) boyfriend and two of our best friends the same night. Actually, at the same time.

My fantasy's aren't very slutty, but I'm with heather on the airplane thing, but I'd rather not have to get up and do it in the bathroom. Maybe a private jet or something.

I would like to be fucked by some hot red blooded prison inmates. I think Iam watching Oz too much becasue I get wet each and every time. I would like richard ramirez to fuck me hard.

I don't have any crimes. But these ones are great.

That grand piano story struck a nice chord with me.

....whew! I knew there was a reason I always wanted to meet a Catholic girl.

I gave my boss a hand job whilst I was driving my car (and his fingers were inside me). And later, when I pulled the car over, I began to suck his cock. Little did I know that security cameras in the underground car park we were in were recording our every move...

We had to continue our foray later, in the ladies toilets underneath our office, where we then fucked the living daylights out of each other...

I second that...Having and orgasm with someone else in the room would be amazing. I used to think it was me, but I give myself amazing orgasms. And even when I tell the boy(s) what to do they can't seem to get it right. I LOVE sex but I have never come with someone else.

maybe you and I should hook up!

Matt, you wore JEANS to Easter Mass? Man, you ARE going to hell.

I had never come with someone else in the room until very recently. For one, I brought myself to orgasm while he was doing me doggystyle. The last, he used his hand on me and I only came because I made a earnest effort to concentrate only on the sensations and not who was delivering them. I think the secret is to remember what works for you when you are alone and make sure those conditions are there when someone else is delivering the goods. Be selfish, concentrate on your own pleasure long enough to get yours and only then worry about returning the favor.

I never came with someone else in the room until I was 18. Unless you count Reverend Daley.

It's a long story, but I ended up getting fucked completely nude in a darkened store window by one guy, while the guy who drove me there waited outside in the car.

I felt wicked and slutty, and thought I'd gotten away with it, because I didn't think he could see into the window.

Turned out he saw the whole thing, and, well, there was a price to be paid for his silence! :)

I know this is a late response ... but here goes. This one is from when I was in Manchester a while back. I'd spotted this hot guy in line for Jilly's Rockworld and I just knew I would have him. Once inside, my friend Cat and I danced together very naughtily and the hot guy had been watching. So I went over and got a ciggie from him and we exchanged a smouldering, knowing look over the flame of the lighter. After a while I left and he follwed. I led him down a side street, then he came in from behind and cupped my left breast in his hand and began kissing me on the neck, fondling my nipple. I turned around, grabbed his ass and pulled him up against me, kissing him, grinding him. Then we ducked into a near-empty parking lot and I pushed him up against the brick wall where I stroked his erection through his jeans, undid his belt with my other hand and then went down on him. Some people came into the parking lot in their car and I had to stand up and press myself against him, kissing him to cover up what we were doing. They finally went away and I finished the job. I never did see him again.

"That grand piano story struck a nice chord with me."

boo... hiss.... bad pun (but I did giggle a little)...

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