After months of thinking about it I returned to the glory hole at a sex toy store in upstate New York while I was travelling for work from Toronto, hoping this time I would get more than just a handjob. This time I was not disappointed. I entered the booth placed a few coins in the machine and began to watch a video of a girl sucking a cock through a glory hole. Then I heard the bell to open the back entrance to the shop, then the door next to me close and I heard a few coins drop into the machine next door. My heart dropped, that was another guy who is looking for the same experience. The excitement of waiting for someone, you don’t know, to offer their services for your cock is so thrilling. All of a sudden a finger poked through the glory hole. I knew what this meant and I didn’t need any more of an invitation than this. So I placed my cock through the hole, not knowing who the person on the other side was or what they were going to do to me. The person began stroking my cock, but before long he/she was licking it & sucking it. I pumped the wall getting closer & closer to cum. The excitement was too much to hold my cum. Then it happened & I poured my cum into this strangers mouth, after I unloaded my cum the stranger kept sucking & licking trying to get every last drop. Best blowjob experience ever. The most exciting part was not knowing who the person was. I plan to visit glory hole places throughout work related travels.

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Growing up, my mom was a part-time professional lady wrestler. One time while we training (I was 15 at the time), I had mom in a body scissors and her wiggling got me hard, the more she struggled, the harder I got until I climaxed through my bathing suit on to her lower back. She was actually ok with it and never got embarassed. I made sure the next time we trained, I stroked.

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Katherine – everyday I regret that I didn’t say “yes” to you when you asked me to marry you. I think of you every day and you occupy most of my day – or at least a very large part of it. It’s far too late now.

I regret that I walked out of the house and never turned around again. You are the most beautiful woman that has ever walked the Earth and every woman I see can not measure up to you in any facet. All the women on Earth combined do not amount to even half of you. I love you. I miss you very much.

My life is nothing without you. You were my reason for living and now I am dead because I walked away and because I said “no”. There are very few things I ever regret doing. This ranks at the very top. No matter how many other women I have met, I compare each and every one of them to you and they can never measure up. If by chance you should ever read this – wherever you are, be assured that I never stopped loving you. I never will.

I wish you the best – wherever you are. My life is messed because I didn’t commit to you. 20 years later – you are the only woman who is on my mind – all the time and no amount of drugs or alcohol or work or anything else can take it away. If I had a chance to do it all over – I would not walk away. I would have stayed – as hard as it was. I would have stayed. I’ve created my own hell by simply not being with you – because I was insecure about what I can offer you.

You offered me everything and now I have nothing. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you and how beautiful you were. I will never smile again. There is a permanent disdain look in my face because of my decision and I hate it. I regret that I couldn’t be the one you needed when you needed me.

With love always.

Vic

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I am married with 5 kids and travel a lot in my line of work. Sometimes when I was bored in my hotel room I would surf for porn, but I soon found that wasn’t enough and I started downloading porn on my work laptop. Finally, one day, I searched for escorts in the US city I was in. I was stunned by what I found: beautiful women just a short drive or short wait away. But, it was weeks before I called one.

I called and hung up so many times. Eventually, I settled on a cute young blonde not too far from where I was staying. I was incredibly nervous as I drove over. When I finally got up the nerve, I knocked on the door of her hotel and my first date began. The urge to flee stayed with me through foreplay and even the intercourse itself. As expected, once I finished, I was remorseful and I became very depressed.

The next week, still feeling badly, I drove to the rough part of town where my kind wasn’t welcome. I entered a bar, was a bit obnoxious and found myself in a fight with 3 guys. It felt good to get my ass kicked, it felt like I was being punished for hiring an escort, like I was receiving what I deserved.

A few weeks later, after my bruises had healed, I had the initial impulse again. This time I found a young, black girl who looked like Halley Berry. She was incredibly beautiful, but I was spooked by the fact that she took too long to get a room. I hid and followed her after she finally left. I followed her for more than an hour until she pulled into an apartment complex well away of where I should have been. I went back to my hotel without doing anything. I was very fearful that I may have been spotted I sold my car the next weekend and bought a new car that looked nothing like the old one.

Pretty soon I was seeing a girl a week and I was getting more and more comfortable with each encounter. I was spending $300 a week to have sex with strangers. Now, four years later I look back at a ridiculous trail of lies and betrayals. I’ve been with girls in Toronto, Buffalo, Pittsburgh, Cleveland, Chicago, Columbus, Cincinnati, Philadelphia, Dallas, Houston, DC, New Jersey, New York, Hartford, and Atlanta. I’ve had sex with mostly white blondes with large breasts, but there have also been Black girls; French, Korean, Chinese, Russian, Czech, Polish, and German girls; Italian, English, Spanish, Brazilian, Norwegian, Swedish, Irish, and Indian girls; Costa Rican, Canadian, and American girls and I’m sure a few others.

The type of girl depended on my mood. I had girls of all shapes and sizes. Usually I prefer a woman with 36-38 C-D – anything much bigger and I’m not interested. But I sometimes like a nice A or B. Oddly, I’m rougher with the smaller ones. In terms of age I’ve been with escorts as young as 18 and as old as 45, but women between 22 and 26.

So, after 4 years, I’ve slept with between 100 and 150 women but with the last 20, I haven’t been able to complete the job. For all of this, I spend roughly $45,000. Nobody knows or suspects. It is just me and now, all of you.

I am an 18 year old girl living in Calgary and my secret is that I am in love with my cousin. I first fell in love with him 2 years ago when we spent all our Christmas holidays together at my Grand Parents house in Edmonton. It was so obvious that we were both into each other but none of us was willing to make the first move until about 8 months ago when he came to stay at my apartment to look for a place for himself in Calgary. He lives in Red Deer. While he was living with me I felt so comfortable with him that I would walk in my bra and panties around him. He seems to respond too. He got comfortable and started to expose more of him around me. One day while were having some drinks together, we both started to chat and then one thing lead to another, we both expressed our feelings for each other. We then spent our first of many nights together as a couple and of course enjoying each other’s company in intimate way. We have decided not to tell family about this as we were not sure how they would react to it. Now my cousin and I are planning to move to Toronto to live together as a couple away from family and their judgments. We are in love and that’s all that matters at this point.