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Hey! I am a 35+ Female from Bangalore. I married a beautiful man (Arranged Marriage) Currently, he has been working in Dubai for the last 2 years. He comes see me in once 5-6 months. We are blessed with a kid & I live here as a homemaker - taking care of my inlaws.

I wanna confess a sin that happened from me , and i don't know how to get over it.
2 yrs back , I joined a Jumba classes near to my society. I met a guy there who use to come to jumba classes and also goes to the gym in the same fitness complex. He was around 27-28 - he was working in a good MNC & was good looking , we got good friends eventually. we use go to juice centers and to try new things around the city after our jumba sessions.

Eventually after few months , we started to develop a sexual tension towards eachother and a day , he invited me to his flat coffee & everything was good untill he started conviencing me for physical relationshipbetween me and him.
I didnt wanted to cheat on my husband because i love hm genuinely , But after an our hour of discussion he imposed me to get physical with him , with my consent. we had an unprotected intercourrse. i initally felt guilty and i decided to never do it again.

But still it continued for an year and half where we had intercourrses 30-32 times in total , we got phyciscally too close in the span exploring our desires and bodily needs from trying @nal intercourrse to going to small trips as couples for 1-2 days . Recently he got promotion and shifted to Delhi and he decided to stop it. And now we are just Good Friends nothing more then that.

I talk to him as a friend and we share a good bond. i sometimes feel guilty but i dont have courage to confess it to my husband and ruin my family.

I think , i love that Guy & my husband too.
Is it a sinn to love 2 different people in a life ??
I sometimes feel is it right to keep friendship with him or shall i block him permanently !

Please give me any suggestions on what shall i do and how should i overcome my sins 😔

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This pain is unbearable, it feels like my chest is tearing open each time I try to stay away from you.
I keep clinging to the hope that we’ll find our way back, that the pieces will fall into place, and everything will feel whole again. I swore to myself I would be patient and gentle, as long as you stood by me and let your heart speak to mine.

I can’t understand why I can’t let go of you, why even without a single touch in all these years, you still live under my skin. This love of ours is flawed and messy, yet it’s ours… carved from both our souls.

And it’s not just you, my love, I’m fighting my own storms too. Maybe two broken souls can stand together, shield each other, and walk through the fire. But I need you to open your heart to me… to let me in completely.

Because deep inside, I know you feel it too, the same relentless ache, the same emptiness that only I can fill. And I know you miss me just as I miss you… endlessly. 😥💔

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Hey!

I'm here to confess my once in a lifetime erotic incident that I'm struggling to cope up with. It happened around 2010 when I was in college and met a girl. We fell in love and I soon realised she was a nymphomaniac. It was un-doubtful that she loved me, but she couldn't resist dicks.

Smartphones weren't prominent at that time and we had none. Her affairs and frequent hookups soon got into my ears. She almost slept with all my friends, including professors and she didn't even leave her own father behind. Yes, she confessed that she did let her father touch her and see her naked ( they didn't have sex ) . She cried and asked for forgiveness, and said she couldn't resist the temptations.

I was shattered, wanted to leave but I somewhere loved the innocence and the slutty personality of hers. She cried all evening and we decided to calm the matter by drinking and chilling at my friends place. What happened next was something I'm not very proud of, but now that I'm married and have kids, I sometimes wonder if I made the right decision to marry her.

We are together now, settled in LA

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Visiting my wife's family house, all weekend i could catch our nephew watching at her intesnly. At the beach, he was staring at my wifes cleavage, tent on the swimsuit. I saw him a few times lingering out of our room when going from his room to the living room. I find it so weird, makes me jealous, angry and feel nasty.

Please open comments

since i shared about my nephew staring at my wife, everyone talking about that made me think more about him and her together.... i cant get in the mood with Kate, without thinking him kissing or groping her

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M28 from Pune India, I'm a gym trainer in one of the most premium gym of Pune. I have a long time GF back in my hometown. The thing is my GF now wants to settle down with me and here in Pune I am in physical relation with two of my clients (both are friends), we're in physical relation since last 1 and a half year. Both of them are married, they take care of my house rent, my car loan as well as give me whatever I want. I am so confused of what to do weather to stop all this and settle down with my GF or keep it going behind her back (my GF is ready to stay back at my parents, I can join her on weekends).

The drawback of stopping all this is that I'd lose a lot of privileges, like those two are almost giving me almost 1.5 lac ₹ a month that would stop and the the biggest problem is I am as much addicted to them as they are sexually, there has not been a week that we havent had sex atleast 2 times either threesome or 1-1, one of the two is the best woman I've ever got physical with, I have been with women of over 15 countries but this girl is just best of them all, her looks as well as our chemistry + her hunger for sex drives me crazy. I currently do not understand what to do but I'll most probably keep it going behind my GF's back.

I have nobody to talk about so I'm sharing it here.

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She never asked him to change. Not once.
But somewhere along the way, he became the man she always quietly believed he could be. That’s the beauty of silent love — the kind that doesn’t demand, doesn’t beg, doesn’t scream. Just like in Saiyaara, where two souls drift in their own orbits, but still light up each other's skies.

In a world where people chase noise, she stayed still.
In a time where love comes with conditions, she offered acceptance.
And even when misunderstood, even when called names or made the villain,
she held her silence — not because she was weak, but because she understood that real love never needs to prove itself.

May this generation understand —
Love isn’t loud. It’s not always perfect.
But when it’s real, it makes you grow without being asked,
and teaches you how to shine, even when you’re alone."

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My study/computer room just below my parents.
Over time, I got used to the sounds: creaking bed at night, soft moans, the rhythm of sex.. (majorly in winters)

But last Sunday, what I heard wasn’t background. It was so vivid I could see it — even with my eyes closed.

It was around 5:30 PM. Almost Raining outside. The house was silent.
And then — the bed above me started creaking. Not a random squeak.
Slow. Heavy. Deliberate.

Exactly 10-15 thrusts — not fast, but deep, the kind where the bed groans under every push. It didn’t sound like love-making. It sounded like someone was lying flat, being drilled from behind, absorbing every bit of it…

And I could picture it — too clearly.

I could feel she was lying face down, arms probably resting alongside a pillow, her cheek pressed into it, sweat all over her.
hair sticking to her face and neck, maybe strands caught near her lips, while she probably had that slightly irritated expression — like she was hot, over it, just letting it happen.
Her kurti must’ve been scrambled up, maybe around her shoulders, sticking to her back.
bra unhooked, so with each slow thrust, her boobs would’ve been pushed into the mattress, shifting just a little from the pressure.
And knowing how tight her churidar usually is, it was probably pushed down to her thighs, with her thong pulled aside — not fully off, just enough.

The kind of sex where your whole back gets hot, your arms go limp, and your face shows it — tense, sweaty, maybe even slightly annoyed from the weight on top of her.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t playful. It was just raw — slow, pressing, rhythmic fucking, and she was fully in it.


*And then, silence.*



A second later, a metallic sound — a chain or earring hit the floor and rolled.
I didn’t see anything. But that sound made it all real.

Five minutes later, I check the CCTV.
A car pulls up. My dad steps out, with his friend and his friend’s wife.
His car had been home the whole time.
He wasn’t even in the house.

And now, nothing made sense — except one thing.

Two or three minutes later, my stepmom came downstairs.
Not out of breath, but… flushed. A little sweaty.
Her dupatta fixed, her messy bun still up, like she hadn’t touched it.
She walked down like nothing happened — like she hadn’t just been getting dressed upstairs after sex.

She’s from Uttarakhand.
Medium frame. Not skinny, not chubby.
Probably a 34B, 36-inch hips, soft and fitted in tight clothes — the kind of figure that doesn’t need to be shown off to be noticed.
And she doesn’t wear old-style underwear. I’ve seen what dries on the line — always bikini-style, fitted. Easy to move aside. Not much in the way.

And it all just sat there in my head — the way the bed moved.
The way the thrusts landed.
The metallic roll.
The delay.
The way she came down…..

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