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It's very important to me to look good at every time. I didn't notice that I am addicted to make-up and clothing until my friends told me to stop. I spent all my money on mascara, eye shadows, lip sticks, dresses, shirts and stuff. It's kind of an addiction. I love it to try new styles and to create new trends.
And it didn't bothered me when I was late to appointments I made or when I ditched my friends.
My look was everything to me.
This was 2 years ago, now I'm 21 and I can manage it to go outside without wearing any make-up at all. It's a big step forward for me and I hope that I don't fall back into that kind of pattern.
Im 14 years old, and im addicted to watching porn. Im a virgin, but i love to fantasize a big cock dominating me. I also get very horny when i watch lesbian porn. I am a Catholic and i know this is a sin, but i cannot stop. I also have touched boys. :(
I male am addicted to women's boobs so badly that my mind gets freezed and heart beats slow down when I see busty bosoms which bounce when they walk.
My wife thinks I masturbate to porn in our bedroom each night when I lock the door for an hour or two.
Actually, I masturbate to pics of our friends and coworkers.
She has no idea…
I got so addicted to masturbation that I have missed many important things during my high school
I love to masturbate. I've been doing it since I was 10, often up to seven times a day - that's an awful lot of wanking. I'm 42 now and despite being married (my second) I still masturbate at least twice a day. My wife, who is 20 years younger than me, wants more sex, and can't understand why I am always wanking. She still gets it at least twice a day as well, so I don't understand her complaints. It's not a problem for me, I just enjoy stroking. I have the cum to do it, what's the problem?
Im 16 and am a very sexual person despite never having sex, let alone my first kiss. I seem innocent enough even though I swear like a sailor sometimes. However, I can't say the same thing about my hormone-crazed mind. It all started when I was 8 and accidentally walked in on my parents fucking in the kitchen doggy-style. I heard odd sounds and wanted apple juice but then my parents shooed me away. I went to my bedroom and thought about what happened. I have a younger brother who is 3 years younger than me and at the time was 5 but very smart for a kid his age. For weeks, when my parents weren't looking, we did something called 'the thing' which was when he grinded himself against me. One time, when I thought my parents were distracted with cooking I got him to lay on top of me and dry hump me against my pussy and started to feel a nice slowly building pressure and then of course my mom walked in and I panicked and told him to get off of me. Being introverted, shy and just curious, I explained this to my mom and she understood and I asked her about how 'the thing' meaning sex felt and she said to wait till I'm a big girl.
A year later in fourth grade I had an odd friendship with this girl in my class. I lied to the teacher and said I wanted to go to the bathroom and said I wasn't feeling well, although this was only 20 percent accurate. My buddy, the girl said she wanted to try something she saw her parents do and before I knew it, her soft and slightly wet lips were on my neck and she started to rub her body against me. I didn't know what to do but all I recall is liking it and how she wanted me to lick her pussy. In one of the stalls, I curiously and slowly licked her and got wet myself and she started to do the same to me after I was done with her. She was surprisingly good at it is what I thought in my increasingly-hormonal mind (I started puberty early) and started to feel good when I found another student asking if I was ok. To cover our evidence she scurried into the next stall and locked it and I went back to class and lied again stating I threw up and the teacher kindly pulled me aside and told me next time to just go straight to the nurse.
Fast forward to when I was 13 and I discovered porn. I heard some boys talking about it and even some girls and me being me and wanting to look up new things like the little nerd I was I decided to check it out and I was in complete awe. This was what sex looked like? With the laptop on silent I watched some of the videos and felt an odd wetness and ache between my thighs that I had never ever felt before. To see those sluts screaming in ecstasy, racing their tight pussies up and down those big cocks apparently turned me on. I took off my panties to find myself incredibly wet. I peeled my panties off and locked the door to the bathroom, closing the history and leaving Incognito mode on the laptop with my homework assignment up in my room. Then, epiphany, I touched my pussy, just a small rub and almost came right there. I almost jumped off the toilet! I realized this came from my 'clit' and my opening in my vagina was where this wetness was coming from. I then rubbed my clit, slowly then faster until I almost screamed in orgasm but remained silent due to my mother in the kitchen cooking (new apartment, much bigger than childhood one but my mom fast to save her babies. don't need her thinking nothing! XD) I was sweating slightly, my knees felt weak and I wanted to do again so I did. Three more times. I humped the toilet by draping my soft towel against the closed seat and rubbed my pussy against it. So hot. Then I discovered erotic novels, and that included BDSM, finger fucking, ass fucking you name it. I started to masturbate on an almost daily basis. I loved doing it on Sundays because I washed my hair and took an hour in the shower (u know why). Shower masturbation is the best lol.
Two years later I'm 15 and my clit is huge and always seeming half hard and ready to fuck. It's almost like I am always horny. I've gotten crafty too. My electric toothbrush, humping my shampoo bottle, humping the wall, soaping my pussy and finger fucking myself etc. I got into lesbian porn, shemale, gay and all that. It was interesting and made me so hot. I even imagined myself having sex a few times but my fantasies will remain fantasies and thats it. XD My best orgasm was ironically the night of my 16th birthday, I had my electric toothbrush in my pussy but always needed my fingers on my clit to get me to orgasm; furiously fucking myself with the toothbrush in and out of my soaking, tight virgin pussy and my fingers rubbing my clit while I come hard. Then, it happened. I discovered my g-spot. I was very persistent with the brush and kept fucking myself with it from behind and deep in my pussy lying on my back. I occasionally took the brush out to finger myself then I curiously curled my fingers in and actually screamed and moaned loudly in ecstasy. Both my parents were listening to loud music and my brothers were at school but damn that orgasm was FABULOUS. I repeated this and circulated the brush and my fingers really fast for 10 seconds straight till I came so hard I almost passed out and I even squirted a bit. I was quaking and twitching with satisfaction.
At 16 and a half, I am a such a sexual person I even surprise myself. I remain to be secret but am glad I got my dirty thoughts and actions off my chest. I feel like if I put it out anonymously I don't have to deal with any pressure even though there isn't really any. I sometimes feel like its an addiction even though I know masturbation is normal.
And that was my curious, dirty, and completely honest 100% true confession.
I do not want to get into much detail. I really need to be careful because I think that some people might recognize my confession if they stumble upon it. So, to keep things short... I stole my best friend's car and sold it for meth. I stole my mother's wedding ring to get more drugs.I used my little brother to steal things from a store so I could sell it.Those are just some of the things I did to get high. I am now 5 days clean and sober and I regret terrible what I've done. I am going through hell right now and I deserve it.
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My confession is I’m addicted to sex but I never have it yea i masturbate but it’s not then same I never found anyone how came match my drive but there always to low I just need someone to come in and destroy my walls with no hesitation.
First off I believe if you confess your sins God is faithful and just to forgive your sins and cleanse you from all unrighteousness. Here goes. I am a slider. Been one side I was five. If you don't know what that is it's basically having sex with a bed or the sheets or floor. I so want this to be over I've never confessed it to anyone. Unfortunately that's only one of my many sins. Stories for another time. Thank you for listening.
I am addicted to porn... most times all I want is to be fucked... sometimes I fantasize about being raped by a dirty stranger repeatedly.
I am a male and I don’t consider myself gay, but I’ve become desperately addicted to the sound of other men masturbating. Not just the moans, but primarily the actual sound of suction as a lubed up hand or a flesh light makes as it goes across the tip of a cock. I’ve actually gotten into the habit of watching porn with a lot of male moaning, take out 1 head bud but leave the other in and just listen to the sounds of my own cock being jerked off. I like to get a little risky and every once in a while I’ll make sure the squelching sound is as loud as possible and I’ll moan at typical speaking level. I weirdly want my family members to catch me in the act, I think it’d be so hot. For now if any of you know any videos with lots of male masturbation that includes the squelching sound that I’ve come to love then leave a link or at least a name in the comments.
I confess- my ex fuck-buddy turned me into his little slut and I both hate and love him for it. Before I met him, I never would have dreamed of doing what he made me do, and now I find myself craving to be treated like a little slut again.
It started about 5 or 6 years ago. We were, as I said, fuck buddies. At first he would ask me to send him pics, something I never thought I'd do, but there's something about him I just couldn't say no to. He'd get me to dress up in little outfits. I started out coyly, not giving away too much. After a while, I was sending him full on pussy shots, pics of me masturbating and doing what he told me. One day he shared his fantasy that he wanted to use me as his slave- his little fuck toy to do with as he pleased. I was unsure at first, but found myself beginning to fantasize about it, so I agreed. I met him at his apartment and brought everything he told me to- outfits, sex toys, etc. Looking back I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into. I dressed up for him and it wasn't long before he was throwing me around- it was rougher than I expected. He tied my hands behind my back and pulled my hair and made me get on my knees. He forced his huge cock down my throat and instructed me to deep throat him, then lick and play with his balls. He slapped his cock across my face, then I'd choke on him some more. Next, he forced me to my feet and made me ride his cock as he pulled my hair and slapped my face. He spit in my mouth and told me to tell him I was his little slut. I could barely speak, I think I was in shock at how rough it was. He then lay me on my side and fucked me from behind while choking me and calling me his little slut and good girl. Afterwards I went home as I couldn't stay at his place- and I was unbelievably turned on by what had just happened. At first, I wasn't sure how to feel, but I was dripping wet by the time I got home and needed to touch myself. It was awful- but I loved it! He awoke something inside me. It was shameful and I didn't want to like it, but I did. It went on for a few more years after that. He knew I couldn't say no to him, he truly owned me and made me his whore, as much as I tried to deny it, he did. Another night, he blinded folded me and bound my hands and feet. He then hovered over me with his cock in my face and repeatedly rubbed it and slapped it over my face. He'd then make me suck him, then slide forward and make me tongue his arsehole, then lick and suck his balls. It was so degrading, I had no power but it had me dripping wet! I still fantasise about how much I loved it- even now it has me wet, I want it again, even though I hate to admit it. Over the years he got me to do anal, DP (with him and a dildo) sex in public, covered my face in his cum, made me swallow, I even sucked off some of his friends once while they all talked about me like I wasn't there- it was so hot! I hated that I loved it but I loved that I hated it. I think I must like being degraded
It's been a year since we have done anything. He got engaged and had a child with his on again off again girlfriend. He wanted to still keep me as his toy on the side, but I had to say no once and for all, as that goes too far against morals. If he wasn't with her, I fear I would probably still be at his mercy, wanting to stop but not being able to. It's like an addiction. He has text me in the past while with her to say he misses what we had and that he knows I loved it- I denyed it and said I never liked it. But the truth is, I miss it and I just want to feel owned again. I once wrote his name on my body in lipstick and other degrading things and sent him pics. I liked it. I wish it didn't turn me on so much, but I can't help it. I love being a good little slut and being called a good girl. I love being used and controlled. I secretly hope I will meet a man that will turn me into his whore once again, who won't give up and isn't afraid to tell me how he wants me. No man I've met since has gotten to know just how slutty I can be. I've tried not to want it, but the longer I go without it, the more I realise it's not just a want, it's a need. Like I said, I love it and I hate it....but I need it
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I wasnt exactly normal I always had lots of sexual imagination ranging darker and darker , but the thing is it was uncontrollable the desire was eating my brain and heart i felt like half human , But the thing is i decided to do something about it ,the sexual fantasies the depression after orgasm the dark and disgusting shit , i did the nofap program , itll be hard but its fucking healing mate, and trust me this dark energy is useful the desire to ravish and rape can be connected to the hear then i know this sounds wierd but give it a fucking try overcome your desires your addiction your past, remember dont look back youre not going that way
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 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!!
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.
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