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My aunt is an alcoholic. She can't get anything right only if she's drunk.When she passed out from drinkin to much, I take her wallet and her credit card and buy me stuff.I confess that I am a stealing and lying nephew.
I have an air gun at home. It's very funny. When I am bored in the evening and my neightbors are outside - that I hate - I shoot things from there hands. Luckily they never found out who it was. These days I shoot in pieces 3 glasse, 2 books and 2 garden chairs. When the police arrived I stopped :-)
#gun #bored #neightbors
I want to wish penile cancer on the men who don't find me attractive.
#frustration #boredom #lust #wrath
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 in love with my best friend, but she has a boyfriend and is in love with another boy. He keeps complaining that he will never have her because she has a boyfriend. I think it's unfair he gets to complain. They will eventually break up, but I can't change my gender or her sexual orientation.
#lesbian #jealous #scared #frustrated #love
I have been self harming for at least 8 or 9 months now. I remember it started when my best friend and her family was murdered and the bullying towards me really began. Every morning, I wake up with a fake smile plastered on my face and nobody notices. Not my bestfriend. Not my boyfriend. Nobody. I feel the need to confess all of this to a website because I'm tired of it being totally secret. I haven't cut in 4 days and the urges are coming back... I need to...
I'm very disappointed at my father to say the least.. I wish he would get arrested coz i know prison is the only place that can save him from himself.
#disappointed #angry #tired #prison
I am male, 27 and I hate it that every friend of mine is getting married, are having children, buying their own houses. I never had a girlfriend in my whole life. I just don't wanna grow up and have babies. That's just not me. But no one understand. They are all talking and saying I should get a girlfriend.
I am scared, I am just not the right person for a relationship.
I confess that I am too scared to get into a relationship.
I was best friends with this stunning girl Sarah back in high school for 3 years and it eventually was obvious to me and pretty much everyone else that she was into me.
Mates tried to egg me on to start something with her, and I wasn't really out of her league in any way, but I was going through some heavy shit personally with anxiety and self image, needless to say my self esteem was through the floor and nothing happened.
2 years since graduating and I still haven't shot my shot, we only see each other every few weeks for lunch or a cruise, but I've been able to meet up with tinder dates a fair bit in that time.
What fucks me up is the dreams I have every so often, just casual everyday life but except I'm with her in them, with everything from the way she leans into me to the way I can put my arm around her tugging at me man, and makes me want to ask her out for something more serious. While my anxiety issues aren't as bad, they're still there, and the biggest problem for me is that with all these dreams and not really seeing her all that much, I'm scared I'll become jaded from the too-good-to-be-true shit my mind puts out.
My life is so monotonous, that I don't have anything to confess... please don't tell anybody
I work in a filling station at the drive-through checkout. Some days ago an older guy around 60 or something drove by and wanted to pay with his credit card. He talked to himself all the time, he was really a creepy hell of a guy and really really unfriendly. When I told him to wait a moment he insulted me and said that I was an incompetent loser.
He then gave me his credit card, I put it in the card reader and told him to enter his PIN. He started talking while typing as accidentally told me his code. I gave him the receipt and he drove off showing his middle finger.
But he forgot his credit card.
I drove to the mall the same day and went shopping like I had never shopped in my like.
Thank you Mr. **** for your kind gift!
#filling #station #drive #checkout #credit #card #shopping #money #unfriendly #confession
After many years of marriage I finally shamed by wife into agreeing to get a guy that neither of us knows, in a city we weren't known it at all, and bring him into the bedroom. I hired an escort, he had a really big cock, and came with a recent medical test showing he was negative for diseases. She was naked in bed, with only one small light on, I went in the bathroom with the guy, gave him the money, and he and I stripped and as told to him in private, I had him do it the way my wife wanted. No kissing, she sucked him hard, I was rubbing her clit and licking her pussy and got her wet, the guy fucked her for about 30 minutes. I was sucking her tits, the guy took some turns sucking on them too. She didn't cum but he shot in her pussy. He pulled right out and I got on top of her and took sloppy seconds for the first time in my life. I loved it, I was fucking her like never before with his cum providing so much lube she felt like she was so loose and I loved it. She came twice while I fucked her used pussy and I added my load.
Once again, he was hard and he added a third load to her used up pussy, and then he dressed and left, just as we'd arranged. I opened the drapes, turned on a bigger light so anyone in the building across the street could see her and I naked. I then licked her pussy and she came three more times, I swallowed so much cum I didn't believe I would actually do it, but I didn't mind. She actually told me later she really got off on my licking her cum filled pussy. I cleaned her with my mouth, and kissed here with my sloppy sperm covered mouth, then fucked her again.
After that she got on top of me and sat her pussy right over my face and I got the rest of the 4 loads of sperm that were deposited in her hairy, loose, cum bank. I cleaned her out totally, and we both went to sleep. In the morning my breath was totally "sperm breath" and her pussy smelled like much used sex, the room was smelling of a woman who'd been fucked a lot. I fucked her again, and she once again got on top of my mouth for me to clean her.
We called the same guy back twice that week. Even now, back at our house, we fuck more than we ever have and each time she makes me clean her pussy with my mouth. We found something we both really love, and turns us on. I just wish she'd relax and enjoy it with the other men. I asked her about it but she said it makes her feel like she's not cheating because she's doing it for me, not to enjoy it. She loved the really huge cock, and almost came but had to force herself not to.
But she comes like crazy when I even talk about watching a big cock fucking her.
My brother was about to shoot himself and I called the police on him to intervene. He doesn’t talk to me anymore, his guns was removed and he got issued a few fines. Lost his job. He hates me with everything he has and secretly I love it. I love that he hates me, that he feels this great emotion towards me because it means his still alive. All I want is for him to keep fighting and if his hatred for me keeps him alive then I hope he hates me forever. If I had a chance I wouldn’t change a thing. The pain of you hating me wouldn’t hold a candle to the pain of never being able to see you grow old. I love you my brother
#suicide #brother #confession #depression #scared #pain
I flirt with people when I'm bored and that's a risky thing we do because nobody wants to catch feels.
I hate niggers and wish them all dead. But of course, that is most definitely a sinful thought. The irony is that I myself am a nigger. I'm so lost...
When I am bored, I call taxis and order pizzas and tell them the address of my neighbours and friends.
I’ve been talking to this 38 year old guy (I’m 15 and he knows that) and he is so sweet. We met on this app where you can talk to strangers. This app has a group chat called “Prison” where all the people go when you break an app rule. I had gotten sent there for going into a DDLG (Daddy Dom/Little Girl) group chat and saying “my daddies dead” (Im not into DDLG..I was just bored lol) someone reported me for bad behavior. I was sent to the “Prison” for like 20 hours (It was dumb), which led me to finding him and when we got out he started talking to me privately. I feel terrible because I keep talking to him. I don’t try to get his hopes up and tell him I love him because I don’t like him like that. He always tells me he loves me, that he wants to meet me, and do other stuff with me. I always dodge the sexual or personal things he wants to know about me and bring up something else. I always tell him he could get in serious trouble for even saying the stuff he does but he doesn’t care. After awhile he wanted to leave the app so he left me his number. I never texted him when he first left it because I was scared of him having my number. FUN FACT: he lives in canada and i live in the us. So a few weeks go by and last night I was really bored so I texted him and this is how it went.
Me: ligma
Him: Ligma?
Him: Lol wtf is that?
Me: ligma nuts
Him: Fort nite fictional disease
(then it goes on to me giving him hints on who I am and he finds out then i send him this)
Me: my friend called me a fugma
Him: What’s that hun
Me: fugma ass
I just wanted to type the funny parts lol. I need to stop our “relationship” but I can’t. I’m starting to catch feelings. god help me.....
#ligma #wtf #bored #confessions
There is this man-child in my high school marching band by the name of Greg. He is the most gluttonous, laziest, most entitled piece of shit I've ever had the misfortune to meet. Once, when we went to a Marching Competition, he forgets his fucking instrument, the one thing you're not supposed to fucking forget when going to a competition. So instead of living with his shame and sitting out, he walks over to another band and demands that he have an instrument. It's not just his atrocious marching career, it's how he is in general. He claims that no girls like him when he acts like a fucking idiot and wonders why. It makes me sick. Why anyone would go near such a disgusting piece of filth is unbeknownst to me. The world is better off without such an arrogant, fat, entitled piece of lard.
I taught my friends son how to properly use a vibrator along with fingers and tongue on a woman. Happen to be my wife. She came so hard knowing he was doing this to her. Later she took him down in the basement. I'm pretty sure she gave him a blow job if not let him fuck her. I asked but she wouldnt say. He was a good student!
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