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About a month ago, I had a miscarage. I’ve only told my parents and husband about it and they’ve asked me if I was okay. I keep telling them I am and to not say anything to anyone else because it won’t change anything. But the truth is I was never okay to start with and i cry whenever I’m alone and no one can see it.
When I was 16, during the last night of a school trip all the boys and girls decided to sleep in the same room because we were playing truth or dare type of games.
We were in a big room with several bedrooms inside. I went to sleep by myself on a single bed I found empty and by my side there was another single bed quite close to mine. I woke up in the middle of the night with a phone flash light pointing down my back while someone’s hand was touching my ass under my underwear. This guy was laying on the single bed next to mine and was slowly grabbing my ass trying not to wake me up. Because I was too embarrassed to tell him off directly, I slightly move to the side just like if I was sleeping. He rapidly stopped and turned to the other side of his bed, probably because he was scared of me realising what was going on. I was able to know who he was because he was still sleeping on the bed next to mine when I woke up the next morning.
I’ve never told anyone from my school or my friends because I was too ashamed of the situation and I knew they wouldn’t believe me since he was a “really nice guy”. To this day I am still disgusted by what happened. This is my confession.
I am a thirteen years old female.
I sneak down the corridor to my parents room in the middle of the night just to watch them have sex.
I can't wait to have a boyfriend.
I was 25. It was my birthday. I'd been seeing my boyfriend for about a year. I didn't start out intending to have sex, but I must admit that I had thought about it. I had wanted him for a while, but I was raised to wait for marriage. Still, on this particular day my desire for him was especially strong.
My boyfriend said he had a very special birthday present for me, so we went to his house. There he carried out a well executed seduction. I was more than a bit reluctant, but I was in love with him, so eventually his gentle persistence won me over. He was kind, sweet, romantic, gentle, and persistent and respectful of my feelings and eventually my resistance fell away. I couldn't resist anymore.
He had mentioned to me a few times that he had an urge to make love to me, but that he respected my feelings enough not to pursue it. I had felt the urge too, but I had always managed not to succumb to it. Somehow, this day felt different, though I didn't realize why.
He started to make small, subtle advances and I barely noticed. Or maybe I didn't want to notice. The wet kisses passed unnoticed. He mentioned again that he had been thinking a lot about making love to me lately. Gradually, the advances got more direct and forward.
Somewhere along the line, I started to say no and it came out OK. That's when I knew it was time. I was surprised, but I knew I was ready, due to his persistence. So I gave in. I was scared, nervous, uncomfortable, but exhilarated, happy, excited, and curious. I actually found myself looking forward to it. I was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure and the romantic moment.
I sent him out of the room, then I stripped my way up the stairs, leaving a boot at the foot of the stairs, another boot a couple of steps up, my dress a couple of steps after that, my pantyhose a step up from there, my bra at the top of the stairs, and my panties hanging on the doorknob of the bedroom.
I waited completely naked on the bed, wrapped in a sheet. He quickly stripped down to his undies and climbed on the bed next to me. I was tingling. After a little foreplay, I took his underpants off. Then we curled up and gave each other oral simultaneously. We did that for about half an hour.
Then I rolled over on my back and he went inside. We had intercourse for quite a long time. He was very good, and he told me he enjoyed it too. I had two or three orgasms and he came too. It was excellent! He was very good! It was passionate and romantic, about as good as a girl's first time can be.
Afterwards, I felt a mix of emotions: sadness, exhilaration, excitement, disappointment, deep romance, nervousness, peace, a bit of regret, but also happiness, satisfaction, and a myriad of other feelings. It was all something of a jumble.
It was a wonderful first experience, very romantic and tender. He was patient and he was very good. I felt like part of me had just died, but I also felt like I had staarted an exciting new adventure, one I would enjoy many times afterwards. What a great birthday present!
So I was 14 and my gf and me were always arguing. So one day I went to her house and she brought me to her room. She pulled down my pants and started blowing me. Then she forced me on her bed and made me lie down. I didn't realize at the time but there were ropes on the poles. She tied me to the bed and got her brother. Her brother was gay so he took full advantage of me. He made me blow him and he fucked me. He came in my mouth and made me swallow. Then my gf blew me and I came a lot. She spat the cum in my mouth and made me eat it all. Then she told me to do other things and I did them.
I got distracted driving a large sausage truck ahead of the peloton in the Tour de France. I saw a lady showing her ta ta’s.
So I swung the truck over beside her and rolled down the window.
She said “my that’s a big load of sausage. I’m amazed you can squeeze it into those tight entrances”. I replied “that’s what she said”.
Then I heard all these annoying little bells and horns. It was the tour riders on their bikes. Bunch of nerds cock blocked me.
Well I drove my sausage truck on up the road. They interrupted me chatting her up, but I got those digits. Once this bicycle race is over I intend to get in her knickers. If she thinks I have a big truck, just wait till she sees the big sausage.
TRDP
I was striped when I was 10 by 3 17 year old boys ,was walking home from school and saw them smoking I tried to run fast but they caught me and grabbed me , removed my shirt and grabbed my boobs they covered my mouth and pinched and tweaked my nipples and they removed my shirt and my panties and fingered me, I would have been raped if my sister hadn't chased them away, not before she kicked them in the balls, although I almost got raped I had a good laugh after !!
My first marriage our sex life was great, the best. We were so compatible on every level, since it was often her that brought up something new to 'spice' up our sex life. We did a lot of role play, anal sex, she loved to be fucked in the ass, and she would use a life-like strap on cock on me. I would often 'encourage' her to go out and have fun with her girlfriends on the weekends. Often she would go out dancing and get back home about 3am. She would only tell me that guys would be coming onto her all night, and her pussy was so wet when she got home, we would usually have sex unless she was too drunk or tired or I was too sleepy. But often we'd have sex within the day after that. She did tell me she did have sex with some other guys while we were married, usually when she went on a 'business trip' or when I was away on my 'business'. But shit happened, and we got a divorce, though remained friends. I wish we would've stayed married and built a solid cuckold-open marriage, which I'm sure that would have been the end result of staying together, which is, what I want. She met this one young guy, she said he had a nine inch cock, and fucked him a few times, though he had a fiance' back home, he was in town on a business trip himself.
Would love to control my desires and sinful desires so I can focus on work and newly married life. I'm working on it through sinful meditations. These thoughts are sins. Forgive me lord
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For love I gave up on being a soldier.
9/11 happened. I called to enlist. Too disabled by then.
However. I saved lives other ways.
I’ve been shot at. Nearly died saving a life. But I failed as a dad. Failed as a husband.
I’m not the man I wanted to be. It’s too late to change that. This disease will kill me. It’s just a question of how long I can hold out.
They probably won’t post this. But if you want to give up, don’t.
Courage is refusing to let depression win.
I was an orphan. Homeless. They told me I’d die. I’m still here.
I don’t care that my parents wanted to abort me. That they hated me for being born. I gave up on God ever loving me. I’m all alone. But I’m all I need. If no one else will love me, then I’ll love myself. If God doesn’t care about me; then that’s His loss, I’m a pretty good person. People only see the disabled outside of me. But inside I’m very kind.
So if your sad & alone, I am too. Many of us are. Why should we parish because others don’t care? If they want to leave you out, so be it. Walk to your own drum. Watch TV. Laugh. Listen to music. Live just so you can defy them.
I am filled with anger. Anger that is slowly bleeding away to hate.
Everyone is so fucking busy blaming and blamming each other into the dirt. Nobody either seems to or wants to understand, that regardless of your age, sex, gender identity, whatever label you proudly slap onto your chest, that we're all people just trying to get to the next fucking day.
You ever catch yourself wishing for super powers or magic? Doesn't matter how old you are, everybody does it from time to time.
Every time I come back to the same thing: Someone the entire world can rally together against. Of course it would never work and it's a fucking pipe dream, but it only fuels my fucking hate for the people around me.
I don't have high expectations. In fact they're rather simple. Survive, help others survive, get to that next sunrise, then figure it all out again, with the only ever present constant being that we, Humanity, are stuck on this goddamn dirtball TOGETHER.
But the only ones interested in saying anything like that only care about the audience they'll bring. The "clicks and the views" WOOOOO.
Fuck them.
And fuck you if you're one of them.
This will likely be buried in the sands of time. Sure maybe one or two, shit I might even get lucky and twenty whole people will see it.
But will it change anything? Will it get anyone to think? No. Because I'm either:
Alt-right because I don't agree with someone.
Alt-left because I don't agree with someone.
A Nazi, because I don't agree with someone.
Whatever fucking low budget brain label these fucksticks want to stick because I don't agree that there is one bad side and one good side.
And if you are one of those people, I just have a small, tiny, itty bitty criticism for you:
You're ALL FUCKING TERRIBLE.
YOU'RE A FUCKING STUPID.
YOU'RE NOTHING BUT FUCKING POTS AND PANS CALLING EACH OTHER BLACK.
YOU'RE BEING LITERALLY MURDERED IN THE STREETS BUT RATHER THAN CASTIGATE THE ONES RESPONSIBLE, YOU WANNA FUCKING GIVE IT LABELS AND MEAN SOMETHING MORE THAN IT FUCKING DOESN'T AND IT DRIVES ME TO FUCKING HATE EACH AND EVERY LAST FUCKING ONE OF YOU THAT PARTICIPATES IN THIS STUPIDITY AND YOU'RE ALL FUCKING ADDICTED TO DOPAMINE.
ADDICTED TO THAT LITTLE FUCKING PAT ON THE BACK. FUCK YOU
I'm going to die soon. The stress of being in this fucking world actively agitates bodily damage I've sustained and sicknesses I've suffered throughout life. I'm going to die, filled with hate for Humanity, all because these stupid fucks can't figure their shit out and that inability is going to be the fucking cause.
It's not everyone. There are those out there. The outliers. You know who you are.
And before anyone freaks the fuck out, I'm not acting out above kicking a shrubbery or two in my own yard.
These people, however much they fucking enrage me and fill me with hate and EMBARRASSMENT for being related to you on a genological level, are above wasting my time on aside making a random post on the internet nobody will fucking care about.
I don't think I deserve forgiveness.
I just want people to know.
However few.
I confess I really want to have sex with my best friend, but she doesn't even think about it because I have a boyfriend. We are in an open relationship, and he said he didn't mind.
But I really really wanna suck her dry and make her moan my name, she's so cute, half-japanese with cute cheeks, a nice body, tiny breasts and loveable tights. I'd love to fuck her with my fingers and see her dripping wet.
I touch myself to it nearly every night and school's coming back soon, I feel kinda guilty that I'll look at her and remember me masturbating to it...
I am 17f dating a 15f girl and my mother is threatening to kick me out of the house because my girlfriend is so young. I’m also in love with my 18f best friend. I don’t know what to do. We’ve been dating for a month now but I’ve liked my best friend for almost two years just never acted on it. What should I do??
#relationship #lesbian #underage #best #friend #bestfriend #help #needadvice #mother
I became really close friends with my English and math teachers in high school. I even babysat for them. After graduation, they became really close friends of mine. We would drink and tell stories. After about a year of this, I learned that they are in an open marriage. And I also learned that this woman, kinda not pretty and over twice my age, wanted to fuck me. We were already faced and I went for it. Her husband was in the house. And he would occasionally walk through the room. After about an hour of sex he walked in and said break it up or else he would join. I cheated on my girl for some 38 yo cougar. I have dropped them as friends and refuse to talk to them.
I only got drunk once before turning 21. I was a good boy that followed the law. After turning 21, I began to explore the spirit and alcohol world. Since I was of age, I figured there was nothing wrong with it. While I was legally allowed to do it, it became something I did all the time, every day even. I know know that just because I was legally allowed to do something, didn't mean that I knew what I was doing. I have so many partial memories and times I wish I could remember
I love being tied up so much that I pretend to be drinker than I am and start kissing my teenage nephew so that he and my sister will tie me up to stop me. I start telling for kisses until he gags me. Then I couldn't be happier.
I sometimes secretly wish my wife would die. I love her and I always will but sometimes I miss the freedom I had when I was single. Divorce is out of the question so the only way our marriage can end is if she dies. If she does die then I already know what my life will be. I can smoke, drink, and eat myself to death and that is how I will be most happy to die.
A friend of mine flew to New York, shortly after the attacks on the World Trade Center on 9/11. Because I knew when he arrived in New York, I sent him a text message like: "Bush, Bomb, Attack, Terror" or something like that.
He was scared after the plane had landed and he tought be would get arrested.
But nothing happened.
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I’ve failed an escape challenge. I spent the night hogtied and gagged in my guest room while my friends had a girls night. I will be left this morning tied to a chair and gagged. I’ve been made to invite a friend over for lunch as well. I either have to escape or be found by her when she arrives.
I confessed that when I was 15 I had sex with a 34 year old woman many times.
I enjoyed it so much I wanted sex with every female I met. My gf who was also 15 had a 10 yo cousin who was quite mature and had had 'the talk' with her mother.
One day we were mucking around at my gf's house in the pool and Miss 10 clamped on to me like a Koala and kissed me on the lips which was weird for a girl so young. Nobody else was home at that stage so I kissed her back.
She took my hand and placed it between her legs and told me to tickle her there which I willingly did. Because I'd been regularly having sex with a 34 yo, I knew what to do so I tickled her quite thoroughly but in the water it's difficult to get all the way.
When we got out, we went to her bedroom which was safer because we could hear people coming home and because we only wore bathers, we could get dressed quickly.
We kept playing 'tickles' but then she asked me if we could have "intercourse" which I needed to think about for less than a second. She was quite confident and knew about pregnancy etc. but told me it was okay because she hadn't started menstruating yet.
I never ever got to even properly kiss my gf but as she was my excuse to visit her house through the holidays and 'babysit' Miss 10 while my gf was working in a shop, I was delighted to help out.
We had sex probably 20 or 30 times over the remainder of that summer so it was strange that I was having sex with a 34yo woman on weekends sometimes and with a 10yo most week days. At 15 and 10, no laws were being broken but I'm quite sure you know what would have happened if we'd been caught.
Last year I met her at a resort and she indicated her 10yo youngest daughter playing outside. She looked at me quite intensely and asked if I still thought of her when she was 10. I still don't know what the intention of the question was but I deflected it and told her "we had a great summer didn't we?"
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