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The online relationship started a long time ago. It involved abuse and manipulation, it was so bad that i didn't realize until it was too late. There was nothing i wouldn't have done, it left me empty and completely dependent on him. He left me, all i ever asked for was my love to be returned and to be given the affection any girlfriend would receive. When he left i wrote a suicide note and decided to end my life.
I don't know where i would be had it not been for an amazing guy we will call william. He scooped me up, loved me, and treated me in a way i never felt before. I was happy and trying so hard to forget the guy i met online.
When he came back into my life, i felt as vulnerable as the time i was with him. Though i never cheated on william, i began to hate him for not being my first love. Again, i became dependent and desperate to be with the other guy. William and me ended things, he could see right through me and had enough. I tried to be with my first love and was sure things would work out this time.
He lied to me about everything. He was with someone else. I found out and again i was broken. The whole time he was with her, it didn't matter if i was happy, he needed me to be broken and dependent on him.
He had someone who he said he was in love with and was happy. He said i was a mistake and he just wanted me to be with someone else. Never mind that when he was harassing me i was with someone else and trying to be happy. ( he knew that)
So here i am again, living a hell i deserve for hurting a good man. Every night i think about killing myself. Never let anyone take away your free will, even if they say they love you. All this taught me is what a horrible person i am. The online guy out living his happy life (with her at his side), and all i can think is me being in this state is what i deserve.
I am going out of my mind trying to find anyone interested in keeping me in a strong, rubber-lined bag, for long periods of time. Age, gender, appearance, unimportant - they need only to be dominant, sadistic, cruel, merciless, and preferably very horny! There is a small zippered opening at my mouth, for fellatio, and another one lower down where my goodies can be pulled outside and snugged round the roots. Willing and able to give virtually unlimited fellatio, and open to cbt, milking, orgasm denial or delay, rape, you name it! Group, couple, single, TV, Cross-dresser, whatever. The longest I have been confined so far is a 3-day weekend, but I think my limits are probably higher than that, with the right person(s) You would think SOMEONE would realize the possibilities/opportunities in a situation like this, but so far no takers! Help!!
I have been addicted to porn and masturbation for 5 years. It has destroyed my self esteem and now its about to break my love life. I want to confess to my fianceé. I am scared she may leave me when I tell her the truth. No one knows about it but I have to tell someone so I can get help.
I graduated from high school a year ago and I’m still addicted to nicotine, by this time I thought I would be out of that habit and onto a new life finding a career but I just go to a community college and smoke weed and vape everyday. I can’t stop.
I am addicted to pain medication to the point I have even stolen meds other people needed. Without them, I am depressed beyound words.
I'm 16 and bisexual.
When I was 14 I had a gf. She was so pretty and we made out like everywhere including the bathroom of our catholic school. I love making her moan.
After breaking up I had this guy friend who courted me. I went to his house then he attempted to kiss me. He did it again and I responded. It became torrid and he started grinding between my legs. It made me so hot but I wasnt't ready for sex. But even if I was screaming no he forced his dick on my mouth and eventually forced it in my pussy. At first it was hella painful bcuz I was a virgin. But he did lots of things that made him scream his name. It was so hot and we can't stop what we were doing.
After that, I became addicted. We hade phone sex, sex in his hous and sext. I got so addicted to porn and until now I can't stop my habit of watching porn and masturbating before sleeping because I left the guy who got my vcard.
Now I want to call him every now and then to have sex even if I got back with my gf because so for nothings happening.
When I turn 18, I'm very curious girl. I have curious about girls, women, lady and not for a men for sure.
I am throughly discuted with myself. I have a porn addition that involves very young girls. I fantasize about having sex with them and masturbate. but when i get done if feel so much guilt and shame, that i get out a belt and beat myself with it! I give myself 40 lashes each time. this has helped in a mager way. I no longer am atracted to minors that i see on the street. when i see them on the street, i have nothing but love and compassion for them in my heart. And i wonder how anyone could ever hurt them sexually! I know that i could not! NOt ever!!! Yet when i am home alone i get horney and go looking for porn again. I am tired of this sycle! I have sought out help in the past by confessing my sins to a minister; but instead of helping me, he told everyone in the congregatiion about my lust. I had to move to a different city! Now I must say that I have never, not even one time, molested a child! Nor will I! I see kids as individual humans and not sex objects. I love them as if I were them! and if i were them, i would not want someone hurting me sexually. So I discipline myself and stay away from them!!
But this sin of lust has hindered my relationship with God. I desperatly want to be rid of this sexual desire. So I keep beating my self with a belt and doing what i can to resist the temptaiton to begin with. But you can rest assure yourself that i am not a threat to kids in society! I just have an evil desire that I must get rid of at all cost.
Please pray for me!!
All my teen and adult life I have been what they call claustrophilic (opposite of claustrophobic) and have been addicted to total enclosure bondage, everything from mail-bags, sleeping-bags, rubber body-bags (my absolute favorite? and latex suits etc. Consequently, my life has been full of what would be considered very strange people. Try getting a cheer-leader type in your own age-group to tie you up in a bag! However, I discovered that much older women will bend a lot of 'rules' to have total control of a young. fit and healthy male, well-endowed, and unable to refuse them ANYTHING they want.. Now this sounds like something out of Hollywood, but at work, I met an amazing woman, who was in charge of the firm's security protocols. Turns out she immigrated here at the time the Berlin Wall came down, from what was then East Germany. She was disparagingly referred to as the "Ice Queen" and studiously avoided. She did look rather off-putting, at first. Tall, slender but athletic, sixty-ish, thick grey hair, styled in a severe bun, with metal-rimmed glasses, prominent bone structure with rather Slavic cheekbones, and a small prim slit of a mouth. Grim, was the first impression she gave. Anyway, I tried to get to know her, sitting at her empty table in the cafeteria, and so forth. She discouraged me, but I was persistent, and she gradually softened, once it became apparent that I wasn't trying to trick her or humiliate her, and such. She finally accepted that I found her attractive, and we went out regularly, keeping it very discreet. I confessed one evening, after too much to drink that the powerful, self-assured, cold personality she projected really appealed to me, because I was naturally attracted to powerful women, and had a compulsion to submit to them, in th hope that they might take advantage of me. She laughed for the first time, really naturally, and asked, wiping a tear from her eye, did I know what she used to do in the former East Germany? I aid no, and she confessed that she had been a very experienced and effective interrogator for the Stasi, the state security people, who apparently had a fearsome reputation. She then asked if I wanted to leave, and I replied by asking if she had much experience in restraining people, maybe with sensory deprivation? She laughed again, and said "Gott-in-Himmel, you're not involved in THAT? Unbelievable! So you are probably very submissive, at least sexually? Or all the time?" Emboldened, I admitted that it was the most important thing in my life, and I thought she might be at least understanding, maybe even interested. "A pretty young boy like yourself? All of what, eighteen years? Of course I'm interested! So, you wish me to tie you up and interrogate you? Torture you? It would be a true pleasure, but be VERY sure it is what you want, because I have very strong needs and demands, having always enjoyed my work immensely, in the old days. You may well have cause to regret being involved with me, but it may well be too late to do anything about it by then. Are you willing to take that chance?" I said I certainly was, and we went back to my place, a nice secluded house I had inherited from an Aunt, my sole relative. She demanded to see my equipment, and I emptied the large holdall out on the floor in front of her. She stirred through it with her foot, whispering "Fascinating!" She selected an old olive-drab Vietnam-war era bodybag, of thin rubberized canvas, and asked "You would let me put you in this?" rather disbelievingly, her accent seeming stronger. "Absolutely!" I assured her. "But you do not know me! Perhaps I am a little crazy...maybe keep you in there longer than you wish? No?" I replied that I was happy to take my chances, and before I knew it, I was trussed tightly in the bag, now with only a small nylon zipper across my mouth, and two small holes over my nostrils. I was already forming a sizeable bulge right under the other zipper, to her amusement, as she slapped the bulge lightly, over and over, murmuring softly in German. Then she unzipped me, and all my goodies burst out into the open. She snugged the zipper tight round the roots, and informed me this was where the fun began! She wasn't kidding either! Her educated fingers turned me into a screaming writhing maniac, desperate for relief, as he mocking voice said "Now you tell me EVERYTHING I wish to know, ja?" And of course I did! She soon knew as much or more about me than I did myself, probably. She kept me in the bag all weekend, and I thought I was going to die with frustration. By six a.m on Monday, I had begged her to marry me, or at least move in permanently, and she said she'd give it serious consideration. That was ten years ago, and I don't get out much any more, as a rubber-sheathed house-husband, with endless housework and other duties to perform, during working hours, and then transferred to the bag when she gets home, for more grueling interrogations and torture! She is as healthy, fit and powerful as ever, and the ways things are going she may outlast me!
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Hi Well I have never confessed this before and think it's an addiction, Ever since I was 14 I have been been drinking my pee, it's started when I used to masterbate and I used to taste myself on my fingers and the sweetness used to turn me on and make my orgasms much harder, so it was a natural progresion for me to taste my pee after I rubbed my pussy straight after going to the bathroom one day and the taste was amazing and got me off so fast I was instantly hooked, I have been doing this for over 10 years now and am considering telling my Boyfriend but don't know how to approach the matter, we don't live together but after we have sex I sometimes can't wait for him to go or for me to get home deppending on where we are at the time his place or mine, and as soon as I get alone time I wait untill I have a full bladder untill I am almost about to burst then I strip off and piss straight into my biggest cup that I keep just for this purpose then I sit down and masterbate while drinking it all down and when I'm almost finnished I allow my throbbing wet pussy to cum as I hold the last mouthfull of pee in my mouth before swallowing and when I cum it truely is the most intence orgasms I have but it's getting worrying because I have been doing this even more and more and look forward to it and some how can't get off otherwise, I am afraid if I tell him this habit I have formed that he may not like it or worse still may not want me, but I still can't help wanting to tell him and to share this with him so he could be a part of it, I wish I didn't have this but I just can't stop once I get it into my head what I am going to do, it makes me so wet just knowing that I am going to make myself drink a cup of my sweet piss and cum while doing so, turns me on so much I can't stop. The orgasms I experience is amazing and mind blowing so much that I find it an addiction.
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.
I check this website almost every day because I love reading peoples confessions. It gives me great voyeuristic pleasure
Since I was 8 years old, I have some kind of strange addiction / hobby.
There's a box in my closet with finger and toe nails. Every time I cut my nails, I put them in the box. I am 30 now and it's already my second box.
I ask for absolution! My descendants will certainly think I was some kind of psychopath when they find my boxes some day.
I got so addicted to masturbation that I have missed many important things during my high school
I love doing my meth behind my Gf back. I am the best functioning addict ever. I have a nice home, an awesome car, and a great job that pays a lot.
I know I'm going to dump her soon (most likely tomorrow). Because she has a horrible personality. I was trying to wait until next month when her youngest sister turns 18. So I can open her pussy with my big cock, but I'm done wasting my time.
So today I'm going to go on a day of perverted Savagery. I'm going to smoke good all-day ( Meth and Weed). Her youngest sister is almost here she asked if she practices sucking cock on me. So of course I said yes!! Also wow typing this up my GF other sister (Be has 4 and my GF is the 2nd oldest). Is already here at my place with my dick in her ass.
I'm just going let them get me thru this break up.
I admit that I might actually be addicted to my grandmothers pain pills. I’ve never stolen them. And I would never steal them. But I crave them constantly. It started when I had gotten COVID. I was in so much pain and I couldn’t sleep because of it. She gave me one and I was almost instantly feeling better. I was calm, it made me really happy and tired. It boosted my mood and I was able to also sleep. Once they wore off and the pain returned I had to take more or I’d be unable to sleep. Once I got better I missed that feeling of relief from the pill. I then got kidney stones. Once again she gave me a pill. It took the pain away, made me feel genuinely happy about life, then I had the best night of sleep ever. Time passed and I never felt that comfort like I did with the pill. A couple nights ago my back was in some pretty bad pain from work. She gave me half a pain pill. It put me in a happy mood and I was able to sleep like a baby. Now it isn’t bad to where I’m wanting to steal the pills, I just want to be sick or in pain so I have a reason to take them. I just like how they make me feel happy and they help me sleep. I have awful sleep ever night but with the pill I sleep like a baby. I miss the feeling. But I know I shouldn’t take them if they make me feel like that.
I work two jobs to pay for my addiction of sex toys, especially dildos like bad dragon. My husband doesn't know about the second job (it's online) nor would he approve of the constant stream of fake cock deliveries I get each month.
I am currently getting over my addiction to self harm. All up and down my legs are scars from me cutting myself. The relief it gave me and the endorphins it released were so nice, but I've promised my girlfriend I'd stop. Penguin, I love you!!
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