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I married a Gay Man!

Sunday, September 4th, 2011

The “prince” I married started bullying me fairly quick. But I was pregnant and wanted to “save” our marriage. I was his 2nd wife. He yelled and belittled me on a regular basis. He ignored me and our child.

After one final incident I kicked him out, and quickly discovered that he had been having multiple affairs since one week into our dating (4 years ago). Many were women, but one was a 7 year (or more?) affair with his best guy friend. I’m friends with his lover’s wife and haven’t told her because I fear what my ex would do to me.

It’s been 3 months since I kicked him out, and he’s gotten his mistress pregnant. I wonder if she knows he likes men?

Teenage blowjob that started it all

Thursday, September 1st, 2011

I am 28 year old female living in Quesnel and can still remember the first time I gave first ever blowjob to a boy when I was at my teenage. I grew up in Prince George and my first time was with one of my best friends. I remember we were playing video games in his room. I was 15 and he was 14. He killed me in the game and said now you need to suck my cock. I asked if he was being serious and he said “yes.” So he pulled his pants down and put it in my mouth. I sat there in between his legs for about 10-15 minutes. Just sucking, I was not sure what I was doing or how to do it, after all it was my first time. He kept moaning, which gave me the weird feelings pleasure too. I guess that’s how I learned how to please a man. Then he finally came in my mouth. I was not sure what to do with it so I just swallowed thinking it was normal thing to do. It was amazing. To this day I can’t forget the sound of him moaning while he was in my mouth. I have heard that pleasing and moaning sound many times after, since that day. Thought of pleasing a man really turns me on, specially married men who are having affairs on their wives with me.

I am a professional shoplifter in Prince George, Prince Rupert and Quesnel!

Tuesday, August 16th, 2011

Yes! You have read it right. I was a professional shoplifeter. I did it for fun and for the strange feelings I got from this. The excitement was way better than drugs. The rush I get from shoplifting is unbelievable. I didn’t need anything specifically but I just enjoy doing it. I have shoplifted from most of the stores at Pine Center Mall and at Spruceland mall in Prince George. I also raided WalMart, Canadian Tire and most of the stores in College heights area. I also have raided shops in Prince Rupert and in Quesnel. I know stealing is bad but there is nothing else to do. I was only 15 and I did it till i was 20. When I tell my kids not to steal, stealing is bad, I feel bad about that.

True story from the man in Quesnel, British Columbia, who gets more ass than a toilet seat

Monday, August 15th, 2011

I am never the type of person who would have had the nerves to go after chicks if it was not for the Internet. Finding sex online sounds very hard. But not since the internet dating started. I live in a small town in British Columbia called Quesnel. You dont date meeting people in this town because everyone knows everyone. Since I started online dating I have met highschool drama queens, married wife, single mother all from Quesnel and some from Williams Lake and Prince George. Plenty of Fish is a easy place to find desparet chicks. Here are my secrets. All you have to do is be little patient and chicks will come to you.

I have profiles on a dating site called Plenty of Fish. I can’t remember how many profiles I have. Once I find a chick and had fun with her I just delete that profile and create a new one. If you want to follow my footsteps, then create a profile glorifying yourself. Chicks will fall for it. They fall for mine. Then start talking. Dont just chat with one chick at a time you need to speread the odds. You will at least have couple of potentials left. Pretend to care and listen. Chicks really dig that shit. Well after that make your move. If you dont have a game plan you will never find anyone.

Who really has the time for a relationship? If you can make them believe you are the best catch out there, I am sure you will find more ass than the toilet seat.

Seduced by a Gay Man when I was 16

Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

This happened in the prairies. I want to get it off of my chest. I am in my 40s and have been in a long term relationship, good job, kids all of that. A typical middle class man who seems to be doing well but who has a secret he needs to get off of his chest.

I was 16. Very straight and I hung around with friends who were not gay or bi. As with most 16 year old males all I was interested in was girls. Although I am attractive in that girls have always fallen all over me, I was not seeing anyone, nor had I slept with a woman. That creates a lot of frustration. Not out of control, masturbation is a wonderful thing.

I was working at a retail store and was approached by a man who I would guess was in his late 30s or early 40s at the time. I had just turned 16. The man spent a lot of time with me asking me questions about the merchandise. I had no idea he was gay. I had no idea that he was scouting me out for seduction. I did not see anything coming. He ran a DJ business. He asked if I would like a job helping him setting up his equipment when he had gigs. I was very entrepreneurial and simply did not turn jobs down. I said I was interested and he took my name and number.

He called and asked me to come to his house for an interview. It was a little weird, although he was in his late 30s or early 40s, he lived in his parents’ basement. I went downstairs into his bedroom which was quite large, having 2 beds along a long wall and lots of space. No couches so you sat on a bed. Again, I was 16 and had no idea what was coming. Very naive. I don’t even remember talking about the job, although I got it (no kidding). He asked me if I know about what I think was the Forum section of Penthouse magazine which contains erotic stories. I did know and he pulled out some Penthouse magazines and had me read some particularly hot stories of men fucking women. All hot for me as I was into women. I also ended up looking at naked pictures of women in the magazines and was getting hornier and hornier which of course was his plan. I assume now that he knew how to seduce teenage boys. Get them really really horny by reading erotic stories of heterosexual sex and by looking at really hot naked women. Then use that sexual arousal.

I was getting hotter and hotter. My penis was really hard and uncomfortable in my pants. He was sitting on one bed, except for when he was bringing me a magazine to look at. I was sitting on another bed. Hang on I am taking a sip of wine as I need to be a bit buzzed to share this. That’s better. Once he got me to a high state of arousal, he asked if I had seen a person (I forget his name) who had a really large cock. I said no and he pulled out a magazine of men, probably a Playgirl but I can’t say now, with pictures of this guy with a cock that was like a foot and a half long non-erect. Indeed, there were no pics of him with an erection but that is not the point. Now this guy who is in the process of seducing me has me really aroused and looking at pictures of a naked man. Something I had never done. I am now looking at naked men with big cocks when I am super aroused. He then asked if I had ever had sex with a man. I had had the typical couple of adolescent encounters with male friends. A couple of blow jobs and one instance of anal sex. Years distant. I shared this now unbearably aroused which led him to his final question. Would I like to have sex with a man again. I did not even hesitate to say yes I was soooo very aroused. I mean my cock was throbbing I was so hot from the erotic stories and naked pictures. We both undressed. I remember thinking as I was pulling my pants down and then off, how hot I was feeling and that this seemed a little unreal.

He had me lay down on the bed, naked. He started running his hands over my body, my ass, my legs, hugging me, grabbing my cock. I had never cuddled anyone before or had foreplay. The few adolescent encounters were just down to it (blow job or the one anal – sorry there was some minimal caressing when an older friend took my ass the one time). Anyway, I found him grabbing me weird, foreign just because I had not experienced it before. I see now that from his perspective he was an unattractive older man (not kidding on unattractive bit) who had landed a catch, a really hot (no kidding I was the hot alpha male of my teenage peers – I am not embellishing for this confession), and was savoring it (me) before the finish.

After the touching and caressing which I was uncomfortable with, he guided me to suck his cock. Being that this is a confession, I was so hot and aroused that I was fully willing for him to put his cock into my ass and had gotten on all fours for him to do that. As it turned out this gay guy was not into anal sex, just oral, so he guided me to suck his cock. Confession – I would have liked at the time for him to give it to me up the ass, that is what I thought he meant by sex, but that was not what he was into. So he directed me to take his cock into my mouth while he laid on his back. I have a vivid memory of that. Before he came he told me he was coming and directed me to take my mouth off of his cock as he was worried about coming in my mouth due to my inexperience. I followed his direction and he came onto his stomach and chest. Then he had me lay on my back and he put his lips over my cock and started sucking.

It felt really good to have my cock in his mouth. I was so fucking aroused and hot and he gave good head and the orgasm was…can only be described as hot. It was a great release.

After I got dressed and left. I had been so conditioned to be homo-phobic that I felt very very guilty over what had happened. I blamed myself and put myself through a lot of guilt and grief at the time. Literally felt despondent. I did end up working for him but because of the guilt I made it clear I would not sleep with him again and I never did.

Until the past couple of years, I felt that I was to blame for what happened. It literally took me decades to understand that I was not to blame. I had been seduced by an older man who knew exactly what he was doing. He was the hunter. I was the prey. He had a successful hunt.

The odd thing is that now I am not bitter at all. Indeed, the memory is erotic for me. I am in a heterosexual relationship but find the memory of that gay seduction satisfying and arousing. I notice that not many people actually comment on stories posted on this site. If you found this interesting I really would like some feedback. On the one hand I now recognize that there is nothing wrong with sexual pleasure and that the man seducing me found me hot and simply wanted to have me. On the other hand, I did not see it coming, would not have gone there knowing he wanted to seduce me, and was the perfect seduction target in that I did not see any of it coming until after I had been seduced. I do not like power imbalance language but there certainly was an experience imbalance. He did not say he found me hot, was gay, and was intent on seducing me. He used employment as a pretext and got me naked and in bed before I knew what was happening. Is it wrong to know find that okay?