Need a psychologist ?

[Repentance]

Just watching Girl on a Train on TV. Suddenly I see what I obviously need...a psychologist or psychiatrist ! Trouble is I would ruin his career and his life. Maybe a female shrink ? Then again, a female would just give me a slap. Maybe I'll just unburden myself on here. One day....xx

 

[Charlie24732]

Hey there

 

[Emeris]

I would listen to your troubles ... even work through a few issues lol

 

[MowgliSCN]

Shout out loud and see just what returns with your echoes...xxx

 

[student19]

Just watching Girl on a Train on TV. Suddenly I see what I obviously need...a psychologist or psychiatrist ! Trouble is I would ruin his career and his life. Maybe a female shrink ? Then again, a female would just give me a slap. Maybe I'll just unburden myself on here. One day....xx

Would love to talk to you and listen to your problems.. Let me know if you would like that?

 

[Repentance]

Thanks for the replies. I am glad I posted last night, I was struggling to decide on a way in here, so I'll gradually write a bit more before trying chatting with anyone. I find it much easier to talk to elderly men for some reason, I suppose it is a "respect" type of thing.
I really enjoyed "Girl on a Train" last night. A web of intrigue into how lust and desire drives people into problematic lifestyles, and how alcohol can make you forget your problems.... and a lot more. I guess that at the moment I am more of a "Lady on a Bus".
As I have touched on, I used to be a "groupie". I would never give out names, places, dates etc. It all started because my grandfather was a musician, and he would be happy wherever he was playing. Local church one night, on a tour with celebrities the next. I got used to hanging around backstage and showing "stars" where the bar or cafe was, and hanging out with them. I liked the more mature men, general entertainers. Comedians, musicians, singers. It didn't make any difference if they were major attractions of just known on the local club circuit. I like being seen with them. I never did pop groups, footballers etc. Too much competition, too many drugs, Immature dickheads most of them. In fact it was a we publicised court case involving footballers that put me off being a groupie after many years. They have enough access to willing women without abusing innocents. Will write more later.

 

[Repentance]

Ok... my marriage. I met my husband at my local entertainment venue when we were 16, we used to chat, and we were both taking our driving tests soon after our 17th birthdays. We both passed and he had use of his dads car, which was very useful to me. Let me say that I think there are massive differences between a wife/girlfriend having sex, and a groupie having sex. Men demand things from a groupie. They teach her to satisfy them. They make sure that every bit of her is working to arouse them. Hands, fingers, mouth, tongue. All probing him as she is riding him (or them, because being a groupie means you are up for anything, you don't ever say no). The first time my new "boyfriend" (actually my first boyfriend because I had never wanted to get involved with anyone non-celebrity before) gave me a lift home, I didn't ask him in. It was a peck on the cheek. Same the second time. The third time, I was on a high from some groupie activity, my parents were in bed, so I dragged him in and he got the full groupie experience. Three times without stopping. After that he started driving me to more and more places, nearby cities, towns etc, and I was grateful so he was always paid in full. Sometimes I would tell him every little detail while we made love. Who I had been with, what they had done to me, where, what clothes had been stripped from me. It was a lot of fun. He proposed. I said no. Then I proposed, he said yes, as long as I became a normal wife. I gave him a bucket list of celebs I hadn't had sex with, and said as soon as I licked them off, I would give it in. Six month later we married. We moved to a new town, didn't have a car for a while, and life got boring. Sex got boring. One night there was some entertainment locally, we agreed to go just to see old friends. Someone I used to know saw me and beckoned me to go and talk. I said I was nipping to the ladies, this guy pulled me into a cupboard where he had already arranged another "celeb" to be waiting and they started to strip me. No way could or would I have said no, but the manageress of the venue burst in and told us to get out, before anything had happened. Hubby just thought I had been to the toilet.
When we got home I dragged him to bed and confessed all while I was on top riding his cock. The sex was fantastic again. He told me I could do what I wanted in future. Only famous people, and I had to confess every little detail afterwards while we had sex. Life was great again.
I had ten years of being a groupie, and lots of experiences, good and bad but nothing I regretted. Things did gradually change though. The older guys were much more respectful. They appreciated me, treated me well. Newcomers were less so. Sometimes it seemed like they competed to see who could embarrass or humiliate their groupies the most. They would want to involve friends who weren't famous, relatives even. And there were always tricks. Having to have sex with someone to get to the person I wanted to be with. Being left naked and other men, or women sent in. Sometimes I would leave things out when I made my confessions, and sometimes I got caught out. Hubby would "punish" me by making me go without bra or panties next time or wearing extra revealing clothes. All part of the experience I suppose, and I suppose I started to crave the humiliation of people seeing me hanging around stage doors dressed like a prostitute. It didn't actually matter because we were usually in places we weren't known. Driving further and further afield for new experiences. Never happy unless new boundaries had been passed. Then I think we both just got tired of it all. Everything had been achieved. There was no more.

 

[MowgliSCN]

Great thread and a true reflection on taking stock.. the most refreshing and honest words that I've read on here...xxxx

 

[Repentance]

Being new to this type of site, I am not sure if I should continue here or take things to a different forum. Let me know if I do anything wrong.
So, that is the groupie days covered with as much discretion as possible.... I have three things going on in my life now, most of which I don't tell my husband about. He knows some but I don't share the details anymore. I do miss confessing. I am not yet sure if repenting my sins on line will work for me, but I have sort of grown tired of giving my husband cheap thrills.

ONE - although I no longer go out offering myself to anyone with a claim to fame and ego to match, quite a few did take my number and some still visit me at home. Actually, I think I would have been better off saying no and sticking to that. Or changing my phone number. But some would just come knocking on the door, those who have visited before, and I'm not good at saying no when they are so persuasive or demanding.

TWO - going back to the "Lady on a Bus" (ok I'll say what you are thinking, "Slut on a Bus"). I have got a part time job to get myself out of the house a bit. Because I live in a village there is a terrible bus service and it takes over an hour to get to the City centre, winding it's way through suburbs and inner city areas. People joke that it is like a world tour, passing through various ethnic areas.The bus starts off with white people and then gradually fills up with the different races, and various problems. I quite like people watching. I first noticed a Pakistani woman and her daughter. They seem to spend all day on buses, and move around the bus. I found out the daughter pick pockets and the mother offers stolen items for sale. She also does a line in forged weekly bus tickets. Then I noticed two separate men moving around various buses. Always sitting next to women, and some of the women quickly moved. Obviously some groping going on. I was taking to an elderly man who lives near me - he had just been to the police station with his granddaughter because she had been groped by an elderly man on a bus. He had told her that he was going to visit his wife at a care home, she had sympathised, and he had put his hand up her skirt (she's a nurse). My reaction was a bit bad - I felt myself getting wet and wished it had happened to me...... and now it has, several times. Ok, I know I am a bad person, and it may encourage men to grope women, but it stirs my submissive side. It's humiliating. It messes with my head !

THREE - I am being blackmailed by my neighbours. They saw a few things from category ONE, namely me being submissive on sunny days in my back garden entertaining men. They heard a few things through the wall. They are in their mid 60's. It is totally weird. I do their housework, often naked or dressed to please. Apparently they used to run a swingers club many years ago, and they recognise a slut when they see one. It's all pretty new, I am not sure if I am their plaything or slave. Hubby is getting suspicious of my new friendship.

 

[MrApples84]

Wow that's quite a life you've lived... My life is nowhere that interesting but I'd up for chatting with you if you're up for it.

 

[Resistance]

I’ve been in the music business for Thirty years and have been on the wet and warm side of groupies. It’s a very common thing. No matter if you’re playing a pub, club, theatre or festival there is always someone who is happy to oblige.ive been taught some strange and amazing things and am eternally grateful for the 35 year old milf who introduced me to anal sex. For a shy 19 year old it was somewhat an eye opener but loved it ever since.
You write about your memories with fondness and a little cheeky smile.
As for the other things. Why I never met you on a bus or at a gig. It’s not my lucky day

 

[Repentance]

Thanks for the replies. Sorry I haven't sent personal replies to anyone. I'll have to start looking into how this site works now. My mind is a bit blank now that I have got a few things off my chest. Well, we are all brain dead bimbos anyway. I'll try to get a bit of time to myself tomorrow. xx

 

[Emeris]

You have certainly led an interesting life. Time to take stock and decide what you really want.
Usually people come to these sites for random sex, but it seems you already have plenty of that. But there are people that will listen to your stories and give advice, sane and twisted alike.

 

[Repentance]

Trying a different bus to work today. Different areas, different type of people. Strange how a diverse city has secluded so many people in ghettos. While keeping it's better know areas so white and middle class. I'm usually the only white woman on the bus, this route it is all white, safe and so boring. All there is to do is watch the mother's passing in their BMWs taking their little kids to school, with their summer dresses pulled up around their hips. Wonder where they are going after the school run... probably to the ghettos to get used and abused while poor hubby earns the cash. They all seem in such a rush. All life revolves around bodily fluids being exchanged. Desire, need, use and abuse. Then start over again xx

 

[Wiseboy]

Im moving in next door !!!

 

[Emeris]

Trying a different bus to work today. Different areas, different type of people. Strange how a diverse city has secluded so many people in ghettos. While keeping it's better know areas so white and middle class. I'm usually the only white woman on the bus, this route it is all white, safe and so boring. All there is to do is watch the mother's passing in their BMWs taking their little kids to school, with their summer dresses pulled up around their hips. Wonder where they are going after the school run... probably to the ghettos to get used and abused while poor hubby earns the cash. They all seem in such a rush. All life revolves around bodily fluids being exchanged. Desire, need, use and abuse. Then start over again xx

I love driving my van because I look down into the cars of these women

 

[Repentance]

And it's on the bus home 1pm till 2pm, straight to neighbours where there will be my uniform of the week laid out, just s+s, male neighbour can perv while I do washing up, make bed, hoover, dust. At 3pm I have to say (in a Victorian manner) "can I offer you any relief Mr.xxxxxx". Which will provoke the usual answer, to which I will ask what position he would like me in today and whether he needs to spank me first. By this time I'll already be running late to pick my daughter up from school, so it will be dress on and run down the road in a bit of a state, avoiding mother's glances coming away from the school.....and home for a shower. No time for naughty thoughts. My therapy must be working....keep busy. xx

 

[Resistance]

Sounds like great therapy.

 

[MowgliSCN]

Wondering how your therapist is coping with your thoughts and actions and just what advice you are getting...seems the advice and support your getting from the warmth and attention of ukchat.co.uk is in huge supply...do you think it's been helpful and if so why..which or what advice have you used to help you with your dilemmas ..it would be greatly appreciated if you can tell us what works best for you xxx