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Me and my professor got a little too close...
Sir asked me to stay back after class to 'discuss' some extra credit homework when I noticed how wide his eyes were as he stared at my busty chest. Immediately I felt myself dripping from between my thighs; I was so wet. Due to his young age (26) and incredibly sexy body he could've passed as a student. "Like what you see?" I giggled mindlessly while I snapped out of the fantasy I was dreaming of. What had I just done? My own teacher! This was way too innopropriet ! "As a matter of fact, Megan, yes. Yes I do" Shocked, my mouth hit the ground until he hungrily attacked my lips. Despite the vicious pace, sir's kisses were tender and caring. Suddenly, his large hands caressed my bare shoulders- followed by a long trail of small kisses. A soft moan escaped my mouth and a cheeky grin crept onto my professors face. He knew how gorgeous he was yet was not boastful. Tightly, manly arms wrapped around my waste and I could feel his massive bulge poking at my twitching pussy even from over our clothing. That was soon removed. naked in my hot teachers classroom. Wow. Not braking eye contact, he placed me over his wooden desk exposing my soaked pussy. Without warning he forced himself deep inside me and I reluctantly screamed as loud as I could. The fear of being caught turned us both on. He pumped steadily while slowly rubbing my clit. It felt so fucking good. simultaneously, we came. Cum shot all over my red ass as he smeared it further up my bare body. I was exhausted
I screwed up my relationship and it ended because I was too scared to tell the truth. Unknowingly to me at the time I was suffering from depression, I got myself into debt and I couldn’t get out of it. Instead of telling my partner I tried to deal with it myself. My partner had a temper, often wouldn’t speak to me for days or weeks on end if I had upset him even though I didn’t know what it was I had done wrong. He never asked me if I was ok, he never took any interest in me and I was constantly walking on eggshells. None of this excuses what I did. He started spending time away from me, told me he wasn’t happy with our relationship anymore and I think he had met someone else but would never admit it. I desperately wanted our relationship to work but it was too late. Several months later, we were still living together and he found out about my debt, I didn’t tell him but he found out and hit the roof. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I was going to die, he wouldn’t listen to me and it was the worst night of my entire life. I often have flashbacks to that night and even just writing about it makes me so anxious. I left our home the next day, our relationship was over. He told everyone we knew what I had done, people spat at me in the street and rightfully blamed me for everything. I lost everything, my home, possessions and a big part of myself that I will never get back. Years have now passed and he’s moved on with his life, met someone new and sold our home. I can’t move on. I hate myself so much, I can’t forgive myself for what I did and I know that I am a bad person. I haven’t rebuilt my life, I still have nothing and no home of my own. I have depression and I realise now that I have had it for a long time. I paid my debt off which should have been a big relief but it wasn’t, I desperately want my old life back and I know that I will never get it back and that is my punishment. People think that I have shown no remorse but I feel it every second of every day. I deserve to have a miserable life, I am scum.
Dear confession community, I'd like to confess that I don't want to kiss my boyfriend anymore. Not because I don't like him or anything but he's got very bad breath and it's really disgusting to get near his mouth.
I know I should tell him but I just don't want him to get mad or embarrassed. It's something very personal and I don't want to insult him. So I decided just to stop kissing him as long as it takes until he finds out wants going on...
#bad #breath #mouth #boyfriend #insult #disgusting #confession
I have two crushes and they are both idiots. Often other girls choose smart guys, tall guy, handsome, funny, etc. But mine is different, those are not my type. I can't really say their names because I will be dead for sure. J and V, first letters of their names. So J has been my crush for a year and a half, and I am sure for how I feel about him. And V was my crush for 7 months, after that 7 months he admitted that he did not like me even though I haven't confessed to him yet. So I ended my feelings for him and continued my feelings for J. He values my feelings even though he force to do it so I don't get hurt. After 1 year, my birthday came, V message me and greet me with a simple birthday message. I was shocked at that time and I felt pain in my chest but I was able to resist. Then, I realized that my feelings for him had returned. Damn for being soft-hearted. I do not want this.
I am a divorced mom of two. And I have to get something out of my chest.
About two yrs. ago, I discovered that my then husband was having an affair with a coworker from the office he works for.
As angry as I was, I found the way of keep my head cold. I turned the blind eye for about a year while getting evidence of his actions, so I could build a strong case against him in the court so, I did.
A year went by and he acted very surprised when confronted with the evidence my lawyer presented to him. He knew he had no choice but to sign the papers.
Two weeks later after he moved out of the house, I threw a party to celebrate my long awaited divorce.
I work for a big company with medium to small branches all over the city (Monterrey, Mexico) which specializes in selling construction and builders materials.
Every branch has a secretary and two male workers. The big branches have two secretaries and up to four workers. where I work it's just me and two guys.
I would be lying if I said I've been an angel. Every now and then I would accept an invitation from my coworkers to have a drink and some kissing and fondling had happened when we were drunk but that was all. Never had sex with them even thou there's mutual attraction; much less an affair.
So I threw this party to celebrate and of course; friends, family and coworkers were invited.
Everything was so great, plenty of music, beer, tequila, carne asada and above all, happiness and laughter.
It was around 1 am that the first guesses started leaving so I told my then 6 & 8 y/o kids to go to bed, and by 2 am every family member and friends were gone. But back at the patio my two coworkers were still drinking and listening to music so I joined. We danced some more and at some point, I started to feel dizzy. I'm not a tequila drinker but I was so happy that I had a few shots while dancing.
All I remember from that moment on, is my coworkers helping me undress in my bedroom.
The next morning I was awaked by my sons moving my shoulder and slapping my face. MOM WE ARE HUNGRY!!!
Well it was still morning.11:40am
I opened my eyes and raised my upper body a little just to find out I was completely nude in the middle of my also completely nude coworkers who were still snoring.
I told my sons get out of the room... I have to get dressed.
As soon as they walked out I awaked both of the guys so they could get dressed and leave.
Feeling my anus a little sensitive, I jumped in the shower not before I took a pee and relieved my guts in what appeared to be a mix of liquid and foamy substance without the smell of... well you know what I mean.
"It must be the tequila"... I said to myself
That day was what appeared to me an endless Sunday. I was avoiding almost all day to approach the subject with my sons but, they were in a funny mood with awkward faces and attitudes all day long so by dinner time I had to finally ask them.
Roberto was watching!!! one immediately told on his brother.
Yeah but you too!!! replied Ricardo the youngest.
WATCHING WHAT??? I asked.
What those men were doing to you!
OMG! I didn't know what to tell them so I changed the subject and send them to sleep with the excuse of their early school tomorrow.
The next morning I walked into the store. Pedro and Raul (my coworkers) were there already.
So I asked them both... what the hell happened that night?
Raul very nervous asked me... you don't remember? nothing?
I said... of course not! otherwise I wouldn't be asking!
They told me that I was like in a trance, yelling at them to fuck the shit out of me. Pedro was going to start while Raul was going to wait outside the room but I told him not to. I was already undressed so they undressed as well and started to fuck me both at the same time.
And then what?... I asked
Well you wanted to have anal sex.
And?... I asked again
We gave you a beer enema
Omg!... I started to laugh. You did???
So you went to the restroom and then came back and we both had anal sex and all kinds of sex with you.
Ok...I said. That's pretty much some kinky night but still pretty normal don't you think?
At that point they looked each other to the eyes.
Ok OK... now what???... I asked
"Well... we told you your sons were peeping because the door was open and you told us to let them watch"
Omg!... I said that?
"Yes. not only that but you told them to get closer so they could see better"
And what did they do?... I asked
"Well they were there watching the show at the edge of the bed the rest of the night"
And that was it right?
"Ok you asked for another beer enema before sending your sons to sleep and we went to sleep as well"
I was in a shock but at the same time somehow felt a little aroused by the thought of me being capable of doing such things.
Not surprisingly, days later my sons asked me when was I going to throw another party.
We've done it four more times without the need of a large party, just tequila and beer. Just the three of us and of course those two who wouldn't miss the show.
#divorced #bad #mom #exhibitionist
I don't wish bad luck on people but I kind of would laugh if all the men I liked found out all their sons were not even their kids and they had no kids in their so called marriage and regret not coming to me as I am a faithful good woman. better still if they came running to me after all. at least 1 of them anyway. oh what a feeling!
I have to get this off my chest... I am female and 35 years old and I am lonely. All my friends are in a relationship, have kids and a family to take care of and I sit here all alone with no one to talk to. I am the only single in my whole group of friends and it makes me sick. I would like to go out on the weekend, meet friends and socialize but no one has time for me and I only get excuse after excuse after excuse. I went out and met friends like 2 times the last 5 months!
It got really bad I decided to sign up on Tinder and other dating sites. I was feeling like shit a couple of weeks ago and tried to talk to my best friends. And what happened? No one answered my texts or calls until after the weekend.
I met someone on Tinder and seriously thought about meeting up with him even though I knew that he would be bad for me. But rather this than sitting home alone and suffering.
I have a good job, do not look that bad and I am actually fun to be around. And still.
And fuck my friends, those are no true friends to me anymore!!!
Thank you for letting me share this.
My kid Andy told me the other day that he has a super power. He said he could make himself invisible from time to time because me and my husband aren't listening to him or paying attention to him. I didn't know that he thought we wouldn't care too much but now when I think about it... We always thought he's annoying and didn't want to play with him. Now I feel bad.
I confess I'm a bad mother.
I confess I wish my ex girlfriends mother was dead. She’s a schizo. She practiced black magic, she has no teeth because she pulled them all out. Something witches do. And she’s a terrible person, who’s not even a real mother. I wish I never met her. But goddamned formalities and politeness ends up with me dealing with some stupid..I hate her.
#stupid #witchcraft #bs #bad
I have a bad tendency to get violent when I'm angry and I'm scared of my self I forget who I am and what I'm doing and I blank out and don't remember anything unless I'm told what I have done and tbh it scares me not knowing what I do when I lose it I feel like I should be in a mental asylum I hate myself for getting violent
I think if I could I would trade my daughter for another child. My daughter is disabled, not mentally, but she's in a wheelchair and she can only use her left arm which means so always needs help with everything. It's kinda stressful and exhausting to be there for her 24/7.
I sometimes wish my child would be normal like every other child. She needs help in the morning to get out of bed because she cannot get up herself. She needs help in the bathroom, on the toilet. She needs someone to prepare her food. She needs someone to drive her to school. I have to pick her up after school, I have to help her do her homework..... the list goes on and on and on...I just want to have my normal life back. I couldn't sleep in in over 10 years!!! I confess that I sometimes wish my daughter wasn't born
#daughter #mother #confession #badmom #wtf #disabled #wheelchair #horrible #feeling #bad
I get depressed when I hear how well friends/family are doing but when they tell me something bad or when something went wrong I feel better about myself..... also I fucking hate people in my home town i have fantasys about a post apocalyptic world where I'm the new leader of my town and I execute and torture the people who I don't like..
I'm malel, 21 years old and I love my family.
I was raised by my grandparents and I always had great respect of them, but at this moment I can't "not respond" to the provocations of my grandmother.
All she tells me annoys me and I answer her badley, because I just lost my stepfather for about a month ago and she now wants to control everything that is happening here at home: (that hours we enter, that hours we left, where we go, what we do...) We currently need privacy and let us do our "grieving", but she is always on top of things happening.
Everyone tells me that I have to give her a "discount" because of her age, but I can not, but right after I answer her badly, I regret.
#family #grandma #stepfather #dead #bad #confession
I think the only thing that kept me from doing something very violent was that my cousin\brother was right there and he's seen his mom be beaten enough already.
I have been very naughty. Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day in the South-East of England and I was at home alone, so I decided to do a bit of sunbathing. So I put my fairly small bikini on and I went to the bottom of our garden just outside our summer house and started sunbathing. After a while my next door neighbour, a man in his 60s poked his head over the fence and asked me how I was and if I fancied a nice cold drink. I said yes and he soon appeared with a tray containing a jug of lemonade and two glasses. It was ice-cold and delicious.
I told him that I was just about to go topless (which was lie) when he put his head over the fence and laughing I said he should have waited for a few minutes. He said he couldn't believe how bad his luck was but never mind and with that he reached behind me and pulled my bikini tie open and pulled my top off.
I thought I should have been shocked but I wasn't, we just lazed around chatting for a while, me with my ample breasts on display and him being very cool about it. It's a nice day out there today and I just know I am going to go out and sunbathe topless again and this time with my very tiny bottom on. In fact it is so tiny that I have just had a little tidy up down there.
But I am so frightened that my husband will find out.
Trying to figure out how I am going to pay for my kiddo's tuition this semester. Blew $100 right up my nose this evening. I'm a selfish prick.
Me and my son's girlfriend shopped all day for swimsuits. We shared changing rooms as we assisted one another. I confess I got wet, horny, and filled with naughty thoughts. I am straight but got so aroused by her. I found myself looking her over. And now I get wet thinking of touching her naked body, and more. Something is wrong with me.
#lust #badthoughts #sexy #horny #naked #wet #daughter #son #swimsuit #confess #help #wrong
I like leading on girls that repulse me. Maybe it’s a new fetish or maybe I’m just evil. I feel good doing it. I even can get it up for them as I lure them into bed. It’s quite easy actually. Getting it up for the ugly however, depends on how big the lie and buildup is.
Many girls I was with that once looked good now look like detritus, but they’re easy. Easy to fool. East to play with and easy to sleep with.
My best friend is like this. She’s a man eater and a self proclaimed whore. She likes using men for anything but she’s about money and power. I’m more about mind manipulation which I can do on either sex and sex with someone beneath me. It’s more fun with the weak I find. I know this is bad but the climax is just too good to stop. Love that payoff.
Sometimes we’ll go about and surprise people with what we go home with and other times just look around for an easy mark. She will go with anything while I go for the desperate ones to get off with. It’s so easy, it’s delicious.
The grosser and more pathetic they are the better the release. Plus I’ve found the fat myth is actually true, they are often incredible in bed and c*m boatloads more than regular bimbos.
Are they just that grateful and turned on, or is it just how they are? Likely, I have a lot to do with it as it’s easy with any girl whether hot or yuck, but the pathetic ones it’s become an obsession as the sexual release is so great that I just cannot help myself.
#bad #manipulation #sex
I almost vaped today at school and I have been drinking alcohol I am only 16 and doing some real bad shit ( sorry I cuss)
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