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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.
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!!
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.
When I was a junior in high school I shoved my books in the storage area under the desktop one day and at the end of class discover ed one of my books had a large glob of cum on it. No idea how that happened but I had a sandwich bag left over from lunch so I carefully saved it into the bag. The classroom had emptied out and no one observed my perviness. That night I smelled and dipped my fingers in the cum and ended up licking and swallowing. No idea why I acted this way. Never blew another guy, never had cum fantasies.
A couple of years later I went into a public rest room and found cum splatter, a large jerk off's worth in the middle of the tiled floor. Being alone, I tried to retrieve as much as I could though I didn't have an adequate container. Did my best and again played with the cum when I got home.
Now I have a full fledged cum addiction. Still not gay so I have to rely on my own cum.
I make cumsicles in my freezer adding one load on top of another until I have a frozen ice cube tray (one or two cubes, not a whole tray). I suck a cube letting it melt until I have a mouthful of cum. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror I let my warm cum drip down my chin. Then I swallow the rest and check my mouth to make sure I've swallowed all I could. For a couple of hours I have cum breath.
I know this is a weird fetish. My girlfriend won't let me cum in her mouth or on her face which is very disappointing. I have gone to an adult video store with the intention of sucking off some guy just for the total cum experience. So far, I've chickened out at the last minute. Either I need to find a more understanding girlfriend or get over my homophobia. My cum addiction must be fed!
#cum #addiction #homophobia #fetish
I've never confessed this to anyone; but it hurt me when he spoke about him. If he had asked, if he had meant it, I think I might have dropped everything right there to be with him. My friends treated me like a junkie, and I can't even fault them. I lied so much, while all I could think about was. Something. Him. It feels like everything has changed, and I don't know how to feel about it. Is it really possible to get over someone if you still love them? If so, how?
Today was one of the worst days in my whole life.
My dad left, my mom had a collapse. And I hate him so much right now, because he left us in this misery.
I hate him so much that I actually thought about killing him. Or at least, I want to beat the shit out of him.
Some days ago, I learned that my dad is a gambling addict, he played a lot of poker and made bets. He's a loser, he lost almost everything. We are higly in debts right now. Before he left, he took the last 500 dollars I had. That was for my car, took over 2 years to get so much money. Now it's all gone.
Actually, he wasn't that bad as a father. He worked hard (so I thought), cared about my mom, he even brought her flowers. Then we found out that he got fired 5 months ago...
Why would he do that? Why did he lie about it?
I hate him so much!!!
#hate #confessions #father #money
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'm addicted to gambling. I play poker and bet on the internet. I lost over 50 000 dollars already.
I'm F now 27 I had my first sexual experience at 15 I became instantly addicted by 17 I had have 22 sexual partners but always wanted more I started finding strangers and going to adult theatres and dogging sites and let anyone have me I'm now on over 300 lovers and counting
#sex #addiction #confession #sin #female
I confess that I have a very bad habit. Everytime I think no one sees me, I eat my own booger. Usually, I am a cultivated young woman but I just can't stop doing it. It's kind of an addiction for me.
The problem is that I even do that when my boyfriend is around. I have to keep myself from laughing out loud when my boyfriend kisses me deeply after I ate a booger.
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.
#addiction #addict #drugs #meth #alcohol #stealing #confession #hell #torture
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.
I have an eating disorder, but I haven't told anyone because no one will understand what I’m going through. I’m addicted to eating and I don’t need know how to stop it.
#food #addiction #health #secrets #hatemyself
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 have had problems with adult material since a young age. i want to quit. i feel better knowing that i have shown my secrets. i will do better. every time i open an adult site, i will remember this, and how terrible i am, and i will close the site. i refuse to let adult material hold me down, and constrain me. i am stronger than this, i am better than this. farewell, and thank you. every bit of love and help counts.
I'm currently 14 years old and I have a major addiction with masturbation. I got into porn when I was younger, I guess around 8, when I accidentally hit a link on my uncle's computer. It led me to a porn website, and I got very curious about it so once I got back home I typed the name of it. I clicked the first video I saw on there and watched. Suddenly, my little cunt started feeling weird, and I felt hot and dizzy. It was weird seeing a girl fuck another girl with a didlo. Eventually, I got caught. But around age 12 I would revisit the site and start masturbating. It felt so good to rub my fingers against my clit, and the climax was amazing. My addiction carried on to this very day, because it just feels so good. I really want to have someone's hot tongue licking my sweet little pussy, and have it enter me while someone's hands squeezes my boobs and rubs my nipples. I fantisize different sex sceneros, like sucking my dads cock, or licking my friend's pussy. I just can't help it, I'm super horny all the time I can't even go a week without masturbating. I don't finger myself because I still think it feels weird, so I usually just rub my little clit. Sometimes I let my little dog lick my pussy, and try to imagine someone else's tongue around me. I just wanna get fucked hard real soon cuz I'm super super horny.
#sex #14 #horny #masturbation #addiction #beastiality
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
#submission #slut #whore #control #addiction #naughty #dominant
I am a daily player on the site Nitro Typing, a typing game where you race against other players in cars that you can buy and collect. I am addicted to the game, and play at least 10 races a day. My wpm is 60 on average and I'm trying to collect all the Back to School even cars. I'm guilty because I end up playing it in class.
My display name is YeetinDemKeyz, friend me~
So I... had an affair with this guy some three years ago. Ugly as fuck, to be honest. Ok I mean, just really unattractive. Our relationship was essentially based on weed. Not that I didn't buy my own. But I would always use with him, just to have someone to smoke with, since I get really anxious when I do. I would smoke loads back then. Then I stopped buying it. 'cause I wanted to stop. But I kept visiting this man's house. We wouldn't have sex anymore, I was having sex with another guy, a friend of his actually. This other guy was kind of nice and really cares about me but I cut him out of my life 'cause he won't have sex with me anymore 'cause he thinks I'm desperate. Which I kind of am. My life is so dull 'cause I have no plans, no projects, no motivation. Aside from weed, I smoke cigarettes and drink, I don't drink too much but yeah, I'm kind of the addictive type you know. Most of all I was addicted, I still am, to these two men. And I'm also anorexic/bulimic, not too thin lately, and I've managed to stop the binging and purging, I'm making progress you know, but still no future, no education... I used to be in university. I was studying philosophy. I was the brightest student in my year, but I was always on drugs and when I started sleeping with these guys I pretty much gave up on everything else. I tried to launch a music career, so to speak. I mean, as I was hurting like a goddamn dog I started composing sad tunes on my guitar. I've been in therapy all my teen and adult life, I'm 23, it's been more than ten years, with different therapists. Maybe I'm gay, maybe I'm bisexual, maybe I'm a random nymphomaniac, narcissistic, shizotypical, borderline fucked up mess with daddy issues and a self-centred attitude and paranoia and bipolar depression and no friends, virtually zero people I trust. I have no idea what I am, it's not like I've been abused and furthermore I got tested and they say I have nothing, I'm just kind of above average intelligence-wise and particularly sensitive, that's what they say. I taught myself how to play piano in ten days and I can do some pretty impressive stuff and bla bla bla yeah I'm showing off. But really I'm just so sad. I dropped out of uni, anyhow. Oh, I said that already didn't I. And I masturbate almost daily but with a sense of disgust even. I don't enjoy any kind of porn anymore, and I don't even enjoy actual sex, I mean, I had a couple of really good fucks with these two guys but yeah who cares. And what kills me is I've been so in love with the second guy but I fucked up because I'm fucked up and now he's gone but it's been three years and I was his first girl so it was bound to happen wasn't it. Why shouldn't he want to be with someone normal who doesn't hit him when he doesn't want to have sex, someone who is not so whiny as I am, so bitter and self-centred and FUCK I wish I could turn back time or I just wish he could DIE sometimes I really do everything except move on with his life leaving me here in my ugly stinky rut. I'm so depressed I've gotten used to it but sometimes I get these glimpses of lucidity and they really hurt.
#life #sex #drugs #weed #future #depression #addiction #issues
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