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I was fooled by a prostitute but I can’t really do anything about it. I’m 44, divorced. My kids visit 3 days a week. And I do have a lot of things I enjoy in my life. But at 44 I’m not going to remarry and to find another partner is so difficult at this age. I met a girl outside of this store near my house. It was late and she approached my car asking for money. She was probably 20 something. But she looked good. Thick thighs and a big booty. But I could tell she was homeless by her cloths. Before I could answer she said she’d fuck me for 50 dollars. It was late and I’ll admit I made a mistake. We drive to my driveway. I wasn’t going to take her inside my home, but she pushed for it. We had sex in my bed. It was such a release I needed, but the guilt was so high after. She let herself out after I gave her the money. But then today I noticed my wallet had been dug through. 170 dollars gone. But what can I do. She knows where I live, and she could expose that I had sex with her to the police. I just wrote it off as a loss. Plus she’s like 20 and to be homeless at 20 having sex with a 44 year old is karma enough. Right?
I've always had a word turn on about being a whore. When I was 15 I really wanted to get lined up by the football team but I was also too embarrassed of the whole ordeal. I decided to give myself to them one by one separately. At first there was only about 6 guys who I thought were cute and sexy but the whole thing made me more curious about the whole team. I kept going and even got over to some of the jv players. By the end of the year I had fucked almost all of the football players on both teams. It was the best experience of my life, it made me excited for school, get good grades, and improved my status in the school. I got so used to the taste of cock that it got addicting, I could hardly stop thinking about having a medium size cock in my mouth (cuz I loved deep throating) that I eventually began thinking about my own brother's dick. He was 14 at the time. I continued this trend until I graduated, and now 34 with 3 kids, I still reminiscent about those times.
I'm gay and I haven't come out to my family yet and one day they've saw my wallpaper (two guys hugging) and said "If you don't delete that I will hide your phone" while my cousin said "Gay people are disgusting" I have to lie to get out of the conversation.
What do you think... is it ok to lie to a person that is dying? That is a question I get to ask myself over and over again for the last 3 years. My Dad was very sick. I do not want to say too much about it to protect my identity, but after his diagnosis, we knew that he did not have much time left. He needed a kidney transplant and he needed one fast.
My sister and I immediately went to the doctors to see if we were a match and could save his life by giving him one of our kidneys.
I remember that my sister's appointment was on a Tuesday, mine was following the next day on Wednesday.
Here comes the horrible part... I never went to my appointment. I was drinking and partying the night before and overslept. It was such a terrible, horrible and terrifying time and I used to get my mind off things by doing a lot of wrong stuff with a lot of wrong people.
I woke up in a haze on Thursday afternoon to a frantic phone call from my sister telling me that she was no match. She was crying hysterically and beyond reasoning. I still remember that moment. I could have said that I forgot my appointment and that I would make another one. But a lot of other stuff happened before (I do not want to talk about it in detail), that I was ashamed to admit it. In this moment, I was certain, if my sister was not a match, I would not be one either.
So, I lied. I said I WAS at the appointment and that I also was not able to donate.
In that moment I really believed that the universe would not be so sadistic and evil as to let my kind and good father die because of his terrible excuse of a daughter.
Well, he lived for 3 more months. They were not able to find a match or a donor in time. And I will never know if I could have saved his life.
#father #dying #donor #match #lying #lie #horrible #death #confession #ashamed
My (ex) best friend who is a guy (I am a girl) confessed to me and I politely rejected him. He's now acting as if I don't exist. I don't give a damn if he's upset, I'm not responsible for his feelings. I was as nice as possible, so if he's upset that I rejected him it's his problem. I make an imaginary cold cloud around me when he's nearby.
i have a cousin and family who i hate and always criticise as incompetent. I have this habit of considering my blood relatives as jealous & greedy people who are unhappy with my success. i hope he forgives me so does all my relatives who i have hurt by words, deed or action due to my insecurities. please forgive me.
I'm about to start university and do nursing, which is something I've looked forward to for a very long time. I'm a guy and there aren't many guys who do nursing so there's normally about 3 in a class of 40 at the university I'm going to. But more and more recently I'm not so interested in the nursing and more interested in the dozens of girls on the course
It's 1.51 in the morning and I haven't done anything for my exams tomorrow morning.
Sorry, but I don't think that I'll pass them........
This happened when I was eleven. I was staying with a school friend who had invited me to her family's lake house. Everything was ok.
We were playing outside, we were in our swim suits, at the time we wore fairly modest two piece outfits. Why I decided that I should ride down the banister of the outside staircase I don't know. The staircase went from the second floor (where the living quarters were) to the first floor and the pool and outdoor patio.
I swung my leg over the banister and pushed down. On the way down I got a splinter right into my labia. It hurt, it hurt a lot. For the most part of the day I tried to ignore it, But eventually I had to tell my friend. We went to the room and I took off my bottoms and she explored inside my vulva but couldn't see anything, I could feel it with my finger and so could she, but she couldn't see it.
She left me and went to get her father. Her father had lots of daughters and to him you weren't old enough to have non-children treatment, until you were fully developed. If you had breasts and you had your period you were a young woman, but otherwise you were a child. So I was treated as a child. I say this, because in my home once you were past five you were no longer a child to be viewed by males.
I had put my bottoms back on and he came in and told me to take them off, that he needed to see to determine if he could get out the splinter or if he needed to take me into town to a doctor. Well, I wasn't going to take my pants off in front of him, at least I thought. He pulled me over by the arm and sat on the bed in the room and pulled my bottoms down exposing me. I may not have had breasts yet, but I already had pubic growth. He told me to lay on the bed, and to open my legs wide, he opened my legs, exposing me for all to see, the door behind him was open, and his wife and my friend were in the doorway watching.
I tried to close my legs, but he spread them open, and with his fingers he felt all around my vulva, then spread open my lips and started to gently feel inside until his finger touched the splinter. He asked me if that was where it hurt, and I said yes, and he pushed my knees apart so that my legs were wide open, with one hand he opened up my pussy and touched where the splinter was, and asked his wife for a flashlight and a pair of tweezers.
While I lay there spread wide open, he had his wife shine the flashlight over his shoulder and my friend was leaning in to watch, he moved the splinter with his finger trying to position it so that he could get it with the tweezers. He told my friend to put her finger, because it was small, behind the splinter and he slowly maneuvered the splinter back out until he was able to grab it with the splinter and pull it out.
I got a complete run down with his fingers checking for other splinters, and once he was satisfied that I was ok, he closed my legs and stood me up in front of him, he held my swim suit bottoms for me to step into while I put my hands on this shoulders and he pulled them up and he accommodated them.
With a slap on the butt, he told me I should be ok and to go play, and not to slide down the banister.
It would be a long time before I would again lay open for examination. By then I had all the right parts not to be considered a child any more.
My friend and I are still friends, and I went to the lake many times after that. Although in my memory the splinter incident is well lit, I truly believe that in the memory of her father it just became one more thing of the kids growing up.
I confess that I hate my family. It's because of their tidiness, they don't have one. I showered some hours ago but first I had to remove the huge hair ball which was stuck in the waterpipe. Then I wanted to dry up but I had to find a clean towel first, one without sperm stains on it.
EVERYTHING in this shitty household is dirty, disgusting and gross! I hate it.
I take the bus to work. And almost each day I see this mother with her older daugher, who is sitting in a wheelchair. The girl is completey spaced out and you immediately notice that this girl cannot do anything on her own. But I do not pity her or her mother. Secretly, I am almost repelled by them. The unpleasant smell of the kid is unbearable and even worse in such a convined space as the bus. She doesn't smell like shit, or urine or something.. more like a person who was bedridden for a long time and not able to wash themselves. Like she hasn't showered in a week or two, always greasy hair and stained clothes.
I get nauseous only thinking about it.
I know, daily life with a child who needs to be cared for 24/7 is not easy. But that just can't be it, can it?! Especially as the girl cannot take care of herself, shouldn't it be obvious to at least maintain a good body hygiene? I don't think that the girl would approve of that either...
I am really sorry that I also resent the child, even though I know she can't to anything about it... But that is just how I feel.
#disabled #wheelchair #bus #family #resentment #disgust #hygiene #smell #unwashed
It's not as it sounds. I was quite good; very good; excellent. We are of no blood relation and only 33 years apart. Being pent up together for so long, we grew close and got intiment, had sex on a regular basis. Now that I am back to work, we miss the passion. Point is, age is only a number. I fuck my grandpa.
I hate my mom more than anybody.She is the biggest narcissistic person you will ever get to know and she always try's to bring me down when she sees that Im happy.She always comment about my weight,my acne and the problems I have in general but she refuse to let me see a doctor.She gets mad with me for no specific reason just to please her ego and I hate her and when she is around other people she tries to show how great as a family we are and she is judging everything.
I'm a 16 year old male (for real; I'm not trying to bait anyone, or anything). I've always looked somewhat feminine, taking a lot more after my mom than my dad. When I was younger, I was even occasionally mistaken for a girl. That said, I'm a junior at a fairly progressive high school, and in my Drama class before Winter Break, I played the role of Juliet in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. My Drama teacher is sort of weird. He's also VERY particular about the craft, so I was fully costumed and wore makeup the day of. To top it all off: it was a kiss scene! Now for the confession: my partner, playing Romeo, wanted to do the "thumb trick", where I would end up kissing his thumbs instead of his lips. I said okay, but when the kiss happened at the climax of the scene...I moved his thumbs away! He was really embarrassed, and so was I, but in the moment I felt really compelled to do it. I tried to apologize afterwards, but he just dismissed it...I'm not sure what to do now...
#juliet #shakespeare #drama #highschool #romance #crossdressing #embarrassed #dress #makeup
After an accident I have been desperately trying to make money for my family, I even went as far as selling feet pictures online but no body buys despite everyone saying tons of people do. Maybe theres a secret society I can't find for it. Or I'm looking in the wrong places. But it's strange...before I wanted nothing to do with feet and found people with the fetish weird...but oddly enough im sort of finding it hot now
#feet #embarrassment #money #shame #fetish
I guess I'm one of those who need a lot of attention. I am a real drama queen. But I don't intend to be like that, it just breaks out of me...
Do you also have phantasies about your death? And I mean not how you gonna die, but how it should be when you are dead? If someone would be sad and how others would react?
I do.
I often envision the worst and most terrible things that could happen and I even enjoy it when I get sympathy, so I tell lies and worsen stuff to get it.
I am a terrible person....
Would love to control my desires and sinful desires so I can focus on work and newly married life. I'm working on it through sinful meditations. These thoughts are sins. Forgive me lord
#shame #trauma #ptsd #childhood #problems #war #fighting #veteran #fetish #pain #sadism #masochism #bondage #spirit #grand #domination #switch #game #discord #chess #cashapp #cash #love #royalty #friendship #army #values #manners #ideals #fwb #negative #aweful #suck #happy #yes
Last night, I had a very weird dream.
I was at my aunt's birthday party when I noticed that I urgently needed to go on the toilet but in the whole building I was not able to find a restroom. The problem was that I didn't need to pee but to empty my intestine.
Don't remember much unfortunately but when I woke up I ... already emptied my gut, next to my almost-boyfriend. We were hooking up but of cource he saw what I did and rushed off.
Oh gosh, this was the most embarrassing moment in my life!!!!
#dream #party #toilet #restroom #intestine #gut #embarrassing #confession
I kicked my mother in her stomach. She pushed me to that point. She's abusive and has been unloving. My childhood and adulthood have been miserable. I just couldn't take it anymore. I feel bad now.
I started a new job fairly recently. It's an office job and I have a lot of new colleagues.
Someone started calling me Dennis on my first day there. My name is not Dennis and is not even lose to Dennis.
But I am really shy and anxious when it comes to social situations, so I did not correct them when they started calling me Dennis.
It's been 3 weeks now and most of them started calling me that.
Well, I guess I am a Dennis now.
#job #new #wrong #name #correct #work #office #colleagues #anxious #shy
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