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My crush is aromantic
So I know I can’t have them
But
They aren’t asexual
So it’s hard not to think of them sexually
Again
I know I can’t have them
I know I’ll never be able to have sex or anything with them
But
It kinda hurts
And I feel bad
Because I feel real really bad about wanting to fuck them, but not being able to have a relationship with them
I know they don’t want a relationship, but it feels weird to me
I have had an obsession with pregnant tummies ever since I was 11 years old, it happened when my mom was pregnant at the time she was 33, she'd always had the habit of leaving the door open whenever she'd changed her clothes, so seeing her in her panties and bra at the time had given me boners in my no fly underwear. Not long after I'd turned 11, my mom's tummy had started getting swollen and she had soon started wearing stretchy panties with her bras, which had come up a lot higher over her ever swelling tummy, that had given me a huge arousal in my teeny tight bathing suit, sometimes they were called speedos. By the time my mom had become 7 months pregnant, I had gotten a big boner in my tiny jean shorts, as she had worn her bikini bra and big short shorts, what a body my mom had, even while pregnant. I could tell that she had loved showing off her tummy, even at the time she had been pregnant.
wayne morris and jesse narc chronicals are spastic mongrel animals full of dog shit. they deserve to be burnt alive and I hope I see it happen. so I can clap with joy and ever after peace of mind knowing the world is safe from spastic low life loser men. wayne is a dead beat turd. life has not been hard enough for him. as for jesse hess. ... well he is a criminal like ugly garry type of middletons and is a loon spastic drug dealer and a bail hanging would do help well. people like that don't deserve to live. it doesn't take 10 years to get to know someone or help them either. and they are not helping anyone and as for jonny spastic depp. he is a very little weak pathetic piss of a man who will die a long hard death. born in a coffin and belongs in one forever. with his slut daughter. trying to prove they are better whites then the rest of us. wooowooo. how tribal of them. how out of date they are as well needing to stalk and abuse anyone. he deserves no man hood. he murdered everyone. every one died on the cross for him. millions of people won't like him and his drunken drugged out face and retarted ways.
look at kiss piss bat shit mad fake fucks. who should have been murdered ages ago and if you took off the make up you might find they are really dead and replaced anyway.
no one wants to see them. floridas pedos. like tanja mogoloid. and a few others. you can see related trash shit skins.
belong in hell and are dirty animals. no one will like their shows. other then their poor deformed aged mules.
I would like to make amends and confess. It happened many years ago back in school and in retrospect I feel terrible about it.
There was this one kid in our year and he was kind of unpopular. Maybe not unpopular, but he ran in another circle of friends and was rather shy. So we made fun of him, but really harmless banter mostly.
One day we had this huge event at our school that took place in our gym. A lot of people came... I think round 3,000 people watching the festivites on the ranks around the gym, parents, teacher from other schools, principles,.. so many people....
My year and me had to take part in a rely race, so we had to get in a row and in front of me was that kid. He was a bit on the chubby side and really un-sporty. He wore very worn out pants and that is when I go the idea.
Just seconds before it was his turn to start running I pansed him. (I have no idea how that is spelled... well, I pulled his shorts down all the way). And I not only pulled down his shorts, but also his boxershorts underneath. As he was about to start running, he tripped BUTT NAKED and fell face first to the ground. He had a really small penis.
The whole gym, everyone!! was laughing and pointing. Some where even crying with laughter and I think some took pictures. He was the joke of the whole school for the rest of our time there.
Now I feel rather embarrased for what I have put him through.
#school #pants #sport #chubby #bullying #embarrassing #laughing
My mother met a man online several years ago and they got together rather quickly. We learned only later on that he is a very jealous bastard and he often screamed at my brother and me and brought my mom to tears more often than not.
That is why my best friend and I decided to take revenge on him for all the times he made my mother cry. He had some kind of online bookshop for old collectibles and that is why his office was filled with old books and I mean hundreds and hundreds of them. So, we did the only reasonable thing and pissed on each and every one of them. He never noticed haha.
Fortunately, they are not together anymore, so I do not have to see him any longer.
But I am very sorry for all the people who bought those pissed books.
#piss #books #ex #mother #revenge #confession #sorry #notsorry
Yesterday I finally decided to move out from my parent's house. I am 31 years old (going to turn 32 next monday) and I was always frightened to leave home to live in my own. I now live about 10 minutes away from home, in a small flat and I consider to buy me a cat or something because I feel very lonley. I miss my parents so much, it's awful. But I can't tell anymore because it would be too embarrassing. :(
Recently my friend celebrate Halloween and he turn on a candle in the night (surrounded by glass panes). I wok up in the night because his fishes make some wired noise... but ironically the noise came from above where his parents and little brother slept. Definitely I take of everything from the aquarium (oxygen and so...) and in the morning they were dead. My friend cried a lot and still cries if he only hears the word "fish". But I have slowly noticed that the noise had to have come from his parents. I think they try out the Kamasutra book they got from my parents. The party was at a 13th, therefore my friend gets paranoia when this day comes. Then he will sleep in his parents bed. I regret nothing.
I'm unemployed and because I am lazy I cancelled college. Now I live at home again, my parents pay for me and I just spend their money on useless stuff or booze. I party almost every weekend, I get drunk and pay drinks for the ladies.
I beg for money and lend money from my friends. But I don't think about giving it back, occasionally they'll forget.
Well the biggest problem is not the begging and the laziness, it's simply that I can't care for myself... that bothers me.
#laziness #unemployed #money #parents #begging #lending #friends #egoist
My bf and I have very boring sex and I don't think I've ever been that into him. I won't even let him play with my tits.
I've been seeing a man I've met down the gym. He's so hot and the sex is so intense and rough. I let him go to town on my tits (and let him cum all over them)
Every time I tell someone I like them, I start getting anxiety and start crying, even when they haven't said anything. This has caused people whom I liked to reject me, then I break down even more. I believe this all rooted from my first love.
My first love...I'll call him Jay. We were in kindergarten together and here is where I first recognised what the phrase 'crazy in love' was. We were pretty much inseparable, but more like he just didn't have a choice. I was the clingiest 5 year old in the world. I would rarely ever separate from him other than to go to sleep, go to the bathroom, or travel.
Flash forward about 3 years.
I am absolutely CRAZY about him and the way I show my affection is very strange--I hit him and kick him--so much that he goes to school with bruises.
Flash forward again 3 years.
I realise my how unhealthy I truly am. I start having severe anxiety and breakdowns. I decide to confess my infatuation with Jay. I tell him about my feelings and he responds "I know, but I really don't like you. You always hit me." He then walks away. Even 4 years after that, we still aren't separated. I am still in love with Jay, but I manage to keep it under control. At this time I think I am a sophomore in High school. For these past years he had tried to avoid me and eventually he succeeded, but now he tries to have conversations with me and be affectionate. So, now I'M the one who is avoiding him. This almost 10 year crush is speaking to me after 4 years of not speaking at all. I decide to take an exchange program to China and all of my friends are freaking out and telling the whole school.
........Jay is in the program too........
These 'coincidences' mustn't just be in my head.... right?
My wife and me are serving as foster parents for three nephews, these kids are my wife's relativos and thay are horrible. They can't behave at all, they argue all day and fight all the fucking time.
My wife and me are sick to the point that we are not getting along at all and just keep fighting and fighting, and I hate it, because these kids came home just to ruin my marriage just because of my wife's brother who is a lazy scum that doesn't want his spoiled kids.
I've even been contemplating divorce since she is unbereably angry all the time.
I just want these kid to leave, they are horrible, they are extremely spoiled, if you don't give them what they want they scream and shout, they acuse us of beating them to give us problems with the neighbors, one of them tried to break my nintendo switch on purpose because I didn't let him play with it one day.
They scream all the time, they try to not eat anything for days just to make it look like we don't give them food. These fucking brats are ruining our lifes and it was all thanks to my wife who said yes to this, foster shitty project that I just want it to end as soon as posible...
I planned to take this to my grave and so this is as far as I'm willing to go with telling anyone what happened. So, I'm pretty sure it was near the end of 6th grade. My stomach had been bothering me all morning long but I kept ignoring it because I thought it would go away eventually. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. I was in my 3rd period class, sitting in the back row (about 5 rows) in front of the windows. I felt a fart coming on and I sat there for a few moments before deciding it felt like a silent one. Then I let it go. Before I continue, I would just like to emphasize how much I regret this decision. I would actually kill for a chance to go back in time and stop myself from doing this. I'm not even joking. Anyways...So, a few seconds passed and there was no smell or sound and I almost sighed in relief. But then it happened. The smell came. My teacher froze for a moment, quickly raising a hand to plug his nose. My TEACHER of all people. All around me other students began sputtering (not as a joke, they were serious.) and choking. I wanted to die. I considered stabbing myself in the heart with my pencil. Deciding that would only show I was the culprit, I suffered through minutes of other students accusing everyone else of doing it while half the class raised their hands to ask if they could leave the classroom. The room was filled with the foul, putrid smell. I can't do the smell justice. Imagine being in a room with someone who wasn't showered in 30 years and then amplify that by 50. It was like 100 skunks had just sprayed the room and then died. It was a corrupt, rancid, rotten smell. Back to the class though.. Someone finally went "It started in the back row!" and that was it. I was done for. I was sure I would be caught as the one who did it. I was starting to wonder how I would explain to my mom why I needed to change schools and change my name. But the world must have spared mercy on my soul, because at the time everyone in my school believed the "girls can't fart" thing. I was the only girl in the back row, and no one batted an eye at me. Then, my teacher finally spoke up and told us we were going to go outside for awhile. Classmates who I had never seen run before (we had recess at my middle school everyday) bolted for the fresh, pure air of the outside world. We spent 20 minutes outside before going back inside. At the end of class, my teacher laughed and said, "I feel really bad for the person who committed the crime. They'll never live that down." He was right. I'll never live that down. I'm in high school now (same school) and sometimes someone will bring it up in class and either laugh or grimace. There is no in between. You either remember it with a smile and laugh or cold dead eyes and a pained look. My friends will sometimes ask me about if I know who it was(they were in the class) and I just laugh and say "I'm not entirely sure any human could make something that awful. I'm pretty sure something died outside the window." but inside I am dying every time I say that. That was the worst day of my entire life, and I've had toilets overflow on me in public, my swimsuit come off in a pool, fall on my face after dropping from a 20 foot zipline into water, and accidentally stolen food worth 40$. Now that I list that stuff off, they seem so small in comparison to what happened on that bedeviled, cursed day. I will never forget this. Ever.
I was 19 and a groomsman in a buddies wedding and the flower girl was a teen ager at 15.She was dressed up very cute in a very poofy,white,short sleeve,above the knees,flower girl dress with a veil,white gloves,lace anklets and white mary jane shoes.I was really taken aback by how little girlish she looked!During the wedding dance,her and i danced and she was so sweet and nice and innocent.I started talking to her and soon we slipped out of the dance hall and found a class room that was empty and went in.I told her how cute she looked and she was flattered and then we started kissing.A few minutes later,i put my hand under the back of her dress,and to my surprise,she was wearing cloth baby diapers with plastic baby pants over them! I asked her why she was wearing them and she told me her mom had her wear them to make her feel little girlish for her role as the flower girl.I got very aroused and undid my pants and pulled them down and put her hand on my hard cock and she started to massage it.I then unzipped the back of her flower girl dress and pulled it off of her and dropped it to the floor.I then fully saw the baby diapers and plastic babypants and she looked somewhat like a baby! I then took her camisole off of her and she was just in her veil,and the diapers and baby pants.I pushed her to her knees and thrust my hard cock into her mouth and told her to suck it.After a couple of minutes,i held her head with both of my hands and thrust her head back and forth,shoving my cock as far down her throat as i could.I kept it up,and a few minutes later i came in her mouth,and she gagged and coughed and i forced her to swallow my whole load.She then sucked me some more and then i was done! I helped her put her camisole back on then her dress,and we went back to the dance.I was heartless i know and have regrets about making her give me the blowjob and know it must have been humiliating for her to do it,especially wearing the cloth diapers and plastic babypants!
I’ve convinced my crush to cheat on his girlfriend with me. I played with his emotions until he didn’t know who to choose, now we’re arranging to meet up. I don’t regret it.
To put it simply, I have an addiction to flashing my breasts to men in public. It's extremely exciting knowing that I am being lusted after because of it. Anytime I go somewhere, I flash my breasts at least 3 times. I am writing here because the last time I flashed my breasts in public, an older woman approached me and lectured me about protecting my modesty and went as far to call me a whore. I guess some people don't see it as morally correct, so here's my confession.
My drunk assed sister lost her keys. Can’t lock her house. Can’t start her cars. She has one copy of everything. That’s because she always loses the rest. Because she’s always drunk.
So she asks for my help. Where could they be? Let’s see. To save you listening to it all. She was in the woods for who knows why. At a bunch of stores. Wants everyone to go look. She thinks she lost them where she shit.
There you go. What bathroom did you use. She shit her pants and just kept going. Can’t remember where.
God has a sense of humor. I did charitable work. He gives me a bad disease. She shits all over everyone for her whole life. Never helps anyone. Drunk dope head. Yet she’s still healthy. Flipping people off. Smoking. No mask during Covid. Shitting her pants in a store. Can’t tell you which store.
If you shit your pants so often you can’t remember where you shit your pants.
No. She has no disabilities or health problems. She has excellent health. She’s smart. She just likes to party.
Amazing she ended up with more than me in life.
God has a sense of humor.
Hey kid. You will spend your whole life doing good. I’ll give you a disease.
Your drunk assed sister whose kids you raised. I’ll bless her with excellent health.
Oh I don’t wish her bad health. Even though she screwed me over forever. It just makes you wonder if God’s up in Heaven drunk and smoking a doobie.
Hey God, why do I have the disease? I don’t know man. I’m drunk off my ass. Got any chips.
I'm the typical good girl, I dint drink, smoke, do any kind of drugs, made good grades, and am waiting till marriage for sex.
Little does everyone know that my fiance and I have had sex multiple times, the funny part is everyone makes jokes about how I'm so innocent and just a little Christian girl who will always be like "any way other than missionary is wrong and of the devil!"
When in actuallity I'm a total submissive, and my fiance is a Dom
He is my Alpha and I his Luna
We even plan on having me a collar made(whatever he wishes I wear) and he says once we are married(no one at all knows we have sex) I will never be leaving the house without marks on my neck showing I am his and he wants to get me a vibrator with a remote for Christmas and make us go on dates with me in a. dress and thong and see how well I can walk and just the thought of it has me dripping
I love when he is rough and pulls my hair and spanks me
When he bites my nipples till I can't stop squirming and then makes my boobs be covered in purple and red with hickeys
When we are watching tv and out of nowhere he sticks his hand down my pants and starts fingering me and playing with my clot till he has to. over my mouth so my parents won't hear(we aren't moving in together till the wedding)
I can't wait for him to tie my up and the bed and torture me for hours then put a vibrator in me on high and go to the store or to get dinner and leave me there(one of his favorite fantasies) and can't wait to get spanked and then have punishment sex when I forget to be waiting naked for him at the door when he comes home from work if I get home first or when I don't strip all the way down before going to bed
And can't wait for me to be in the shower and he comes in while I'm washing my hair so I can't see him and he just sticks his nice hard cocky inside my needy pussy, forcing me to bend over and up against the wall and sucking on my nipples or neck
God I need his cocky inside me right now, but I'm supposed to be sleeping, maybe I'll get in trouble 😉
I am in my mid-twenties working in corporate sales, basically I just need to get other companies to sign contracts to get our services and we have pretty good commissions, depending on the size of our contracts.
I started giving sexual services to clients for contracts maybe last year.. Soon my sales improved so much, it was unbelievable. My impressed colleagues asked what exactly happened, but of course I didn't tell them.
If there's one thing I learned, it's looks and sex sell. I started spending more to make myself look better. Sales are good and existing clients are mostly happy with what they got. Some like blowjobs, some nastier ones take me as a slut and like to cum on my face, but most are just horny men who are bored of having sex with their wives.
Just last week, a client took me back to his office after a late discussion and drink, fucked me in a printing room before signing the deal.
I take these as little entertainment and source of excitement as my job. They make me feel wanted and I confess I love it.
I was caught by the police while I was dancing around a bonfire naked at night in the woods.
According to the protocol I asked them to dance with me because I would take the queen's child the next day.
After that I changed my antidepressants. Thank god the police gave me back all of the photos they took and I now live in another city.
You can trust me: Don't mix meds with alcohol!
#rumpelstilzchen #police #bonfire #dancing #naked #antidepressants #meds #alcohol
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