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I’m DEADPOOL. That’s right, I’m the real Deadpool. No I’m not crazy. I’ll leave a secret code that only those who really know me could figure it out. WMHRSNSCARDCESCAECKAGCFLFWAHACLJ. Only the few who really know me could decipher that.
I started making up characters as a kid. Deadpool started in the 70’s. That’s right. Your getting the real origin of Deadpool.
I had some old comics. In one of them the Shadow fought a Ninja dressed in Red on a sub. My favorites were Cap & the Avengers, & Batman. But I liked this red ninja. So I made me as a super hero named “Red Ninja” when I was really little. In time the character got a much better name.
Over time he got cooler names. I won’t tell you his real name. My real character he became in my 20’s is very similar to Deadpool. I like mine better.
When I nearly died recently I destroyed all my 1,000’s of characters & their back stories. Old drawings. I’d hoped to one day draw my own comics, or let my children. But I’m near death so it’s not going to happen. No one wanted them. So I shredded them. I had to move into a tiny place. I had some way cool stuff though.
Starting in the early to mid 80’s I sent some of my worst characters & some ideas to Marvel Comics. I was going to use the good ones for my own comics. I’m pretty sure I saw one of my characters vaguely in a comic. Very vaguely. Either way I got some No Prizes. Empty envelops. The first one I wrote & said I didn’t get a prize. The prize was no prize, an empty envelope. You just give them ideas for characters; stories. But it becomes their property. You give it away.
Well; somewhere around 1990 or so; while in college, I decided to send Marvel one of my mediocre characters. I kept the best to myself. I was offered an art scholarship, but pursued other stuff.
Please realize I “gave” them the character. Just a rough idea. I did not give them my real character. I honestly don’t even remember what all I wrote in the letter.
In no way am I claiming anything beyond a rough idea. They apparently took a vague idea & made something cool out of it. So the character is completely theirs. I merely gave them a seed to plant & grow. Im not even certain they used my idea. The visual; mannerisms, & name make me convinced they did. Either way; I gave it away for fun, so who cares.
Around this time I was still collecting comics; but I stopped. That’s why I mailed this to them. My life was fixing to change dramatically. No more time for childish things. No more collecting comics. So since I doubted I’d ever pursue my comic ideas; I gave Deadpool (not my characters real name) away as a joke. I wanted to see if “I” could live on in the comic books, in case I died on a battle field. I loved Marvel. If they thought him/me worthy of being a super hero/villain, then it would mean my much better characters would be cool if I ever made my own comics. I had 100’s better than Deadpool.
Well I forgot all about it. No more kids stuff for me. My kids got into all the super hero stuff many years later. One day my daughter said dad. You have got to watch this movie called “Deadpool”. He’s just like you. I scratched my head. Realize my character has a different name. But I’m pretty sure I called the alternate less fleshed out version of red ninja; the bad “punisher” like pretend version of me, “Deadpool”. The one I mailed Marvel.
She said he’s just like you. The guy who plays him looks a lot like you (not really. But I am attractive. And I married a beautiful woman). He talks endless trash. Is always trying to be funny. Uses two swords and guns at once. Wears a red ninja outfit. Never shuts up. Cusses. Can do all that ninja gymnastics stuff like you. He’s you. Huh? That did sound like me.
So I watched the movie; remembered sending the idea to Marvel, & laughed my butt off. She asked what was funny. I said that is me. That’s really me as a super hero. I mailed that idea to Marvel before I married your mom way back in college. I didn’t know they made it into a super hero. Of course she didn’t believe me.
Now let’s be clear. I’m not taking credit for the character or anything. I can’t even remember what I mailed them. I had been drawing characters since age 7 or so. Red Ninja had been me since the 70’s.
I was finally giving up buying & collecting comics. No more drawing & expanding characters. I was putting all of that away & growing up. Time to leave college & start life. I never thought of that stuff again till she made me watch the movie. She was right though; that was me, especially back in the late 80’s & early 90’s.
I won’t bore you with the whole story & details. Nor can I remember what all I actually even mailed them. But either way; I gave it to them. Looks like they used it. I was hoping someone would turn it into a character. That if I died I’d still be alive in a sense as a super hero. Just a private joke. So in my mind anyways; I pulled one on Marvel, got them to turn me into a super hero of sorts.
So since I have no clue what I mailed them I’ll show why my daughter saw the similarities. She had seen me training with two swords at once. And two knives. She’d seen me throw weapons & shoot guns with both hands. I’m an expert marksman with near any weapon, with both hands.
I do know martial arts. I have easily beaten multiple black belts with my mixed fighting style in training. I have extremely fast reflexes. Makes me really hard to fight. When I sent it in I had finally managed to slim my muscular body down from 275 lbs to under 250. To para jump or slide down ropes out of copters you must weigh under 250. I was so lean and low fat I had cuts & veins everywhere. I thought Deadpool having healing powers like Wolverine would be great. Instead of claws he’d use two swords & pistols like me. He’d have my agility; athletic ability; super strength (I was a power lifter). Only magnified for comics of course. I’m the lame real life version.
I was very conceited about my appearance & abilities. I talked endless trash. Cussed none stop. I never shut up. I still have a constant smile. I try to be funny and constantly try to make people smile & laugh. A crowd once watched me fight several men. They say I was turning flips. Doing crazy moves. Like Deadpool. And the whole time I was telling jokes and talking trash. That’s true. Like Deadpool.
I used to run track. I could nearly touch the top of a basketball backboard. Great at long jumping.
I was being trained by an ex special forces relative & was intending to join the military soon, which is why I mailed off the idea for Deadpool to Marvel. Letting go of my childish ways. Would be no more time for that. After I mailed it off o bought no more comics. Drew no more characters. I was done.
I had a relative of sorts who used to work with me some. He was impressed by my marksmanship. He had been a soldier & then soldier for hire. Mercenary. I was a great marksman so he thought I should try that after the military.
Well in high school & college I found myself living in this high crime gang controlled inner city. At night it was a war zone. Cops were afraid to come in there at night. So if you got caught up in something you were on your on. Like the fight I just talked about.
Starting as a little kid I used to fight to protect others. I slowly learned to mostly be quiet & passive in school. Until I moved into the gang area. Sometimes I’d fight to protect others. But not in front of teachers. At school I had fought to protect any weak loner. I don’t care what color you are. Religion. Gay. I would protect anyone. In my eyes we are all the same.
Well; those of you who work & goto school full time know, your rarely home. At night I’d wake up to gang activity. Screaming. Gun fire. Fights. People buying & selling drugs. Drug dealers are the root problem in these neighborhoods.
I’ve fought and been chased by gangs in high school. Been shot at just for walking home. Kids on those streets know what I’m talking about. I learned to mind my own business. But a few times I had to go out into the dark night. Batman.
Ninja movies were getting popular. I always trained with two knives & pistols at this time. So now I added two ninja swords.
So around the time I sent this to Marvel I’d snuck out at night & stopped a few crimes when I heard screaming. Usually only for a woman or child. Not dressed as a ninja. I’m the real guy.
I’ll give one example. I heard a woman yelling for help. I went running out. A very large man was trying to attack her with an ax handle. Trying to break thru her window. She was protecting her child. So I fought & disarmed him. Made him run away. Then I had to talk to the cops. Witnesses confirmed my story & I got off. People would watch. But not interfere. I’m lucky people liked me enough to speak up for me a couple of times. Had it been gangs they probably would not have. No one calls the cops on drug dealing gangs. They will do drive byes & stuff. Unlike Deadpool, I can’t magically heal.
I only did these things a few times. Real life isn’t a movie. But my friends had saw me in action. My wife had told my kids those stories & about the time she watched me fight & save another woman. And of course talk to the cops yet again.
In real life once you save the day; you then get to talk to cops; teachers, bosses. You get kicked out of school; paddled; almost arrested; fired. Real life isn’t a movie.
So Deadpool wasn’t really me. He was like an alter me. A bad version of me. He would go off into the military for special forces like I was planning. Be a Merc like I was contemplating. But he’d be half nuts. He’d decide to take out drug dealers and criminals to stop crime at the source. You know that voice in your head that you ignore. Hey go do this. You know better from listening to that voice as a kid. Don’t listen to that crazy voice.
That is the real problem in these neighborhoods. Drugs fuel the gangs. Addiction destroys people. Gangs strike fear in neighborhoods. Everyone is afraid to call or speak to cops. Cops are afraid to come there at night. They arrive way too late & in large numbers. By the time they do it’s usually too late.
So the goofy one in the movies does act a lot like me. Obvi I’m no nutt super hero. I’m the real guy. I based the character off me. I like what they did with it. Totally different from me. As I said; I mailed in a very vague idea. They appear to have developed it into something cool. But I can’t take credit for any of that. But the behavior & general description are so much like me that my daughter realized it when she watched the movie. They’ve all seen me get right up in the face of would be tough guys and talk trash; joke, & cuss just like Deadpool. They’ve seen me lift up very heavy weight. Shoot two pistols at once. Train with two swords. On & on. I have that endless grin on my face. Im the real Deadpool.
So where did the name Deadpool come from? As a child I was an amazing marksman. I never missed. Some vets nicknamed me Eagle eye & Deadeye. I liked Clint Eastwood. So I called the bad; drug dealer pretend version of me Deadpool. Pretty sure I sent that name in with the idea. But it’s not important.
There was a real Hollywood game. People tried to predict who would die. Then bet money (a pool). So this Deadpool version of me would instead pick which deadly criminals should die. He’d take their drug dealing money. That would be his income. His “pool” of money. Plus; Eastwood had a movie out around that time, “the Deadpool”. I think I was watching it on VHS when I wrote the letter.
Clint Eastwood played a vigilante in Dirty Harry movies. I preferred the spaghetti westerns.
So since I don’t think I’ll be alive much longer I thought I’d secretly confess that I’m convinced I’m the basis for Deadpool. I don’t care if anyone believes me. I did specifically tell them they could have the idea. I did ask them to turn it into a character for Marvel comics. I didn’t send them the real character. He was much more complex and pure. Instead I sent them something I thought people would want to watch & read. This was in the rap anti establishment days. No one liked Cap anymore. I’m a whole lot more like Cap. But no kidding. As I type this there are ninja swords hanging above my bed. There are two pistols on a nightstand by two knives. As I said; Im the real Deadpool. Well; sort of.
What do I look like? Well I’m very sick now. But I’m very lean. Weigh about 255. Very muscular. I was born with blond hair & blue eyes. People say I’m attractive. And I act “a lot” like the character in the movie still to this day. That’s why when my kids first saw the first Deadpool movie they ran in there saying dad, your in a movie, you’ve got to come see this. And yes; I am really that cocky. I’m convinced no one can beat me. I did learn to shut up at times. But I talk endless crap. I crack endless jokes. I never shut up. I have a crap eating grin non stop. I did not go into the special forces for a very good reason. Nor did I become a mercenary. I’m afraid the real me isn’t overly impressive.
I am no kidding wearing a shirt that’s blue with stars on the top. Alternating red and white vertical stripes on the bottom. I just realized that when I looked down. My kids had them made for me I guess. They look like one offs.
OK kids of mine. There it is. Let’s see if you can figure out my code. No one else ever will. I’ll give one of you a clue. See if you can surf the web and find this. Decipher the code. Prove I wrote it. You asked me to tell someone I invented Deadpool. That would be wrong. You can’t give something away. Ask someone to make something of it. Then try to take credit. So here it is. No name or proof. But my admission. One more joke. If you find this and read this have a good life. Now you know where I got the idea. From an old The Shadow comic I owned. Why did I like the red ninja? He was better than the shadow. That’s why when I sent the character to Marvel. Instead of sending them the real character that red ninja became; which I will not reveal here, I gave them a meaner version. A “Punisher” like version. A soldier for hire who didn’t just cross the line; he became a criminal of sorts. Much like Wolverine was in a comic or two. Dark. The opposite of me. Like alternate Superman.
I am very proud of you that you saw me in the way Deadpool acted. You even pointed out how I used to pull your legs & claim I could block bullets with my swords. That’s obvi a lie. But I’m still pretty good for a real person.
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My cousin and I used to kiss and touch when we were 16, which led on to other things by the age of 18 but never the real deal which also led to me getting messed up because she stopped doing this and I had feelings for her .
A while back, after a breakup, I had been using phone sex services regularly. I usually used Femdom providers.
One woman I called kept telling me I needed to get peach colored lipstick to give blowjobs. She figured had a slutty alter ego.
After using her regularly, I got a notification for registered mail waiting at the post office. I got the parcel and opened it up in the car. It was a pair of silky panties and a note from the provider. I called her later that day and she made me put on the panties and lipstick and promise I’d suck cock.
That started my secret fetish. I dress up in stockings, 4”heels, and lingerie and act as a cock hungry sissy slut.
I went to the cementary yesterday to visit the grave of a friend of mine who past away about a year ago.
After I prayed, I laid a red rose down and by then I saw this wonderful little figure of an angel. It's a figure of an angel with wings, kneeling and praying with it's eyes closed.
After considering very very very long I took it... and now I feel horrible! I stole from a dead! And it was a good friend of mine...
I read about the seven deadly sins early; maybe you don't believe me but I haven't heard about them until some hours ago; and I think they're kinda interesting; very interesting!
I'm curious; what happens if one person commits all 7 sins?! Is he going to hell then??
I am not saying that I'm a very lazy person but most of these sins apply to me. I am greedy, I eat too much every day, I fucking love sex (could do it all the time) and I get angry really really fast.
2 days ago I beat up my little sister because she didn't want pay my pizza I ordered.
If I want to I even goof on her while her friends are with her; I just think it's so much fun messing with her and shit. And I have to say, I don't even feel guilty for it! She certainly would do the same with me if she got the chance.
So I'm going to hell then, huh?
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I haven't told this to anyone, but when I was 15 my first sex was homosexual anal. I fucked my boy cousins ass one night while staying at his house overnight, he was 15 also. The next day we went to the basement behind some shelves. He had his pants down and bent over the back of an old couch, with Vaseline on his butt and a jar of it in my hand I was going to lube up my cock and them use my receptive cum bucket again. He was wanting it as bad as I wanted to give it. We got so involved we didn't hear his sister (14) come down stairs with some laundry. She came back and asked what we were doing, and he stood bolt upright pulled up his tidy whiteys then his jeans and walked out. I was there with a jar of Vaseline in my hand and a hard 7" thin cock sticking straight out.
Oh, were you guys doing what we all used to do when we were little? she asked. I replied yes. From the time we were about 9 till 11 all three of us, plus one neighbor girl formed a club and used to get naked and play with each other. My cousin used to do strips for me and her brother in her bedroom if no one was around. She would let us rub our little cocks against her butt, even trying to insert them, I fingered her pussy and it got real wet before she chickened out and left me hanging, but once she started developing tits and pussy hair she stopped it all. We tried and tried to get her to at least show us her tits and hairy pussy but she wouldn't.
Don't tell my brother how much hair I have or anything, and you can only stick it in my butt, don't you dare stick it in me in my front, she insisted. Then she bent down and told me to rub some of the Vaseline on her butt. I did, then put some on my cock and fucked her up her ass.
My first and second fuck, were my cousins, a brother and sister, both anal. I continued to fuck them both for about 3 years. Her, only anal and eventually oral and her brother only anal. I did manage to suck his cock to completion about 5 times during that time though. Finally; one time when I took her on a date, we went to our normal motel, and I held her down while I ate her pussy, she loved it. About a month later I was eating her, and spread her legs, pinched her D cup tits and holding her down stuck my cock into her pussy. I finally got my first piece of pussy. Dark, hairy pussy that bled a lot. I always heard it only bled a little when breaking her hymen, but from eating her out the hymen was pretty thick. It bled for about 3 days actually, didn't stop until I fucked her a few more times. She hated that I forced her to fuck and stopped seeing me for a while. Then came back and I had a nice steady piece of pussy, ass, and mouth, plus her brothers ass.
Once at 17, I didn't know what I was thinking at the time, I did something I regret. I got home from school, took my backpack to the bedroom and met my dad. I greet him and he tells me to go say hello to my mom who is in the kitchen. I go there and find her on her back washing her dishes.
I hug her from behind her, putting my arms around her neck. Suddenly she grabs my hands and rests her butt on my pelvis, rubbing on top. I feel the pressure of the penis on one buttock to the other. I get hard. My mother's head turns to my side with her "eyes closed" and she brings her lips to mine. I feel her mouth move, as if she wanted to make out. She lets me go. All the while she didn't open her eyes. She brings her look back to the sink and exclaims Dad's name. At that moment I realized that she had mistaken me for someone else, but I was still in a state of shock ... and excitement. Instinctively, with one hand I touch her bottom softly and then I immediately go back to my room.
Since that day I have never hugged my mother, without letting her know that I am her son. I regret that I had to have that kind of experience with my mom, but at least it hasn't happened anymore. Now I understand why my parents never divorced.
My wife had trouble getting pregnant so she(we) adopt a child. A half cast girl borne with heroin addiction.
She was a handful at first but did came along nicely. She went kindergarten, now in elementary. One day I got a call from school if I could pick her up (it was mom's day to do so). I did and we came home and she was gone.
I am stuck with a nine year old girl. All kinds of thought run through my head 24/7.
I'm a 25 year old male and I once paid a girl to dress me up in her panties, bra, miniskirt, high heels, and a blonde wig and then laugh at me and taunt me. It was so humiliating but soooo hot.
One of my friends has a cousin who is super lesbian. She always hits on me and my friends even though she is in her 20s and we are all 16/17. I’ve never been into girls but last week me and his girl kissed. Like really kissed. It was the best makeout session I’ve ever had. She lips and tongue were so soft and how she grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall and would bite my lip and tell me I’m hers. It really did turn me on. I only starting kissing her because she kept calling me scared and that I’m afraid of turning gay for her. I said bet and it started as a beck and ended with her hand trying to unbotton my pants and sucking on my tongue. I stopped at the kissing but ever since I’ve been really turned on. I’ve been watching a lot of lesbian porn lately as well. This girl isn’t ugly but she isn’t considered georgious. She’s a little heavier and Goliath like. But wow can she kiss.
I’m a 21 year old white guy and I madeout with a 16 year old black girl. Long story short I met her at a park and we got In my car and began kissing. It was pretty cloudy out so no one was around but us. I’ve never done anything with a black girl but her tits were huge and she had big juicy lips. We kissed and it was amazing. Tongue sucking lip biting titty grabbing. I drove her home after a bit of that and I expected to have sex after. She said she is with her parents and she is 16. I was a bit shocked and when I said I was 21 she just got excited and said she can pull older guys. I have her number and I think about her coming over. I know she’s younger but she was the best kisser I’ve ever seen and even though she was a little thicker she was sexy.
I dated a girl who would make out with her sister sometimes when they got drunk together. I tried to talk her into a three sum with her sister, but when I brought up that they make out she denied it.
My bf didn’t reply my messages almost 17 days, i guess it’s time to be single again. I love him. I rejected everyone because of him, i will wait for him another one month. I hope when the semester starts, we will be okay again. I hope it’s true when he said that his house doesn’t have internet signal, but deep in my heart i know sometimes he can find the signal. I can see his last online status actually hahahah but sometimes i see he didn’t online for 1 week. Online just for a few minutes but didn’t reply my messages hahhahhahahah
Please say that he wasn’t lying.
#love #why #secret #despair #relationship #boyfriend #single
It all started when I was laying with my cousin on her couch and she told me she wanted a massage but I had to cover my eyes. She held my hand and started rubbing her nipples then she told me to go wait for her in the other room. She asked me if I wanted to see where my hand was and I definitely agreed and she took her shirt off and I started playing with her nipples. This went on for a long time and we would usually sleep at each other’s houses. During that she let me rub her pussy and rode me with her clothes on until I decided to fuck her. We both got naked and i made her suck my dick after she stroked it, then told her to lie on her back and hold my hand. I slowly inserted myself inside her and began fucking her tight pussy as she moaned loudly. I fucked her for a while then I came on her stomach.
So basically I love my cousin, and not in a family way, like he's my age and my bestfriend, but were not real cousins, because he's just my cousin by marriage. I know that doesn't make it any better but at least he's not my real family, I don't plan on telling anyone at all so I just did this because I didn't know what else to do, And I'm like attracted to him, LIKE BRO HE IS CUTE TO ME. I hate that I love him but what else can I do.
That awkward moment when you read that one of your favorite porn stars is recently single and you get really excited for a second before all of reality bursts your second long fantasy.
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My girlfriend and I (m/30) have been together for around 10 years now. Her family is originally from Russia. Shortly, after we got together, she invited me to her birthday party with her family. Up until then, I never met her family or knew much about them. Of course I agreed to come and got her a nice present and some flowers for her mother. I actually thought that it would be a small and quiet celebration.
Oh boy, was I wrong.
When we pulled up to her parents' house, I was overwhelmed. It was (still is) a really big house with fine decour and everything. I got rather nervous that her family would not like me as they obviously were playing in another league than me.
So, it was a huge party and all her family from all around the country and from Russia came to celebrate. And as you might know, the Russians love their vodka. Everyone was very kind and everyone wanted to drink with me. As soon as my glass was empty, another relative came my way holding vodka shots. My girlfriend was very busy talking to everyone and did not notice what happened until it was too late.
So, we danced, we took shots, the food was amazing. Until I noticed that I wasn't feeling so well. I didn't make it back to the bathroom, but puked all over myself, the floor and some landed on my girlfriend's mother... I was mortified!
Somehow, my girlfriend, her mother and her aunt managed to get me into the bathtub and hosed me down. They got me a pyjama of my girlfriend's dad and they put me to bed.
The next morning when I woke up I felt horrible. I was utterly ashamed, but still went down for breakfast. Everyone still present was smirking and laughing at me, but it seemed everything in good fun. Her mother came up to me with a bottle of vodka shortly after and asked if I wanted to do some shots. I almost puked on her again.
So I guess I just wanted to get this off my chest before our wedding in June when I have to see her whole family again.
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I’m 16 and I’m a good Christian girl. I go to church every Sunday with my family. A month ago in Sunday school a boy I had a crush on asked me if I wanted to go around the back of the church shed and talk. I said yes and we went down there. We sat down on the grass and he took his shirt off. He asked me if he could touch my breast. I said yes. I can’t believe I said yes. He cupped it and squeezed. He grabbed the other one too and closed his eyes. He laid down on his back and told me to get on top of him, so I did. Where I come from men are superior, so you do what they tell you. I’m ashamed to say that I desperately wanted to. He unbuckled his pants and pulled down my underwear. We had sex in the grass. And we’ve done it more than once since then. If my parents ever found out I would be in som much trouble, I’d get the belt. But I deserve to be punished. I had made a promise to save myself for marriage and I’ve broken it. I’m a sinner, please forgive me.
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