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I’ve been talking to this 38 year old guy (I’m 15 and he knows that) and he is so sweet. We met on this app where you can talk to strangers. This app has a group chat called “Prison” where all the people go when you break an app rule. I had gotten sent there for going into a DDLG (Daddy Dom/Little Girl) group chat and saying “my daddies dead” (Im not into DDLG..I was just bored lol) someone reported me for bad behavior. I was sent to the “Prison” for like 20 hours (It was dumb), which led me to finding him and when we got out he started talking to me privately. I feel terrible because I keep talking to him. I don’t try to get his hopes up and tell him I love him because I don’t like him like that. He always tells me he loves me, that he wants to meet me, and do other stuff with me. I always dodge the sexual or personal things he wants to know about me and bring up something else. I always tell him he could get in serious trouble for even saying the stuff he does but he doesn’t care. After awhile he wanted to leave the app so he left me his number. I never texted him when he first left it because I was scared of him having my number. FUN FACT: he lives in canada and i live in the us. So a few weeks go by and last night I was really bored so I texted him and this is how it went.
Me: ligma
Him: Ligma?
Him: Lol wtf is that?
Me: ligma nuts
Him: Fort nite fictional disease
(then it goes on to me giving him hints on who I am and he finds out then i send him this)
Me: my friend called me a fugma
Him: What’s that hun
Me: fugma ass
I just wanted to type the funny parts lol. I need to stop our “relationship” but I can’t. I’m starting to catch feelings. god help me.....
#ligma #wtf #bored #confessions
Whenever I am bored, I call a random number and as soon as someone picks up I sing the song "My heart will go on" by Celine Dion. So much fun!!!
I am an entertainer currently living in Las Vegas. I started dancing in Pittsburgh, got married young, then divorced and moved to Los Angeles. I did full nude dancing in Los Angeles and met my second husband, Yanni, while in LA. We moved to Las Vegas and I dance at one of the most famous clubs in the world. While in Las Vegas, I found out Yanni had cheated on me once about ten years ago, so I started offering sex to my best customers and would meet them at their hotel. I enjoyed the thrill of having sex with different men behind Yanni's back and it was very good money. Yanni had to go to San Diego for work meetings and I started having sex with his friend Jason from Havasu. Every time Yanni went away, I would have Jason come to Vegas. I made sure to cover my tracks and always met Jason at a hotel on the strip. During the covid lockdown, I was getting distant with Yanni, and he offered to do marital counseling, but I was afraid my infidelities would come up. Yanni ended up leaving me and I was mad, so I made it public that Jason and I have been together for over a year, and I didn't need Yanni anymore. Jason's family don't know that I'm an entertainer. I'm hoping to put my dancing days behind me when I sell my house in Vegas and move in with Jason in Havasu. Does this make me a bad person?
I want to wish penile cancer on the men who don't find me attractive.
#frustration #boredom #lust #wrath
I went out to repair a customers tyre at their home address and ended up having sex with her. The following week I was called out again to the same address. When I arrived it was the mother of the girl i had sex with. As I was fixing her car she said that her daughter had told her about how hot the guy was from the garage was that she had to have sex with him. She said that's why she had to call me back out so she could see for herself. She opened her zipper and only had a bra on and said I've nothing on under my skirt. I couldn't hide my bulge and she said come upstairs and we can have sex.
My life is so monotonous, that I don't have anything to confess... please don't tell anybody
I have an air gun at home. It's very funny. When I am bored in the evening and my neightbors are outside - that I hate - I shoot things from there hands. Luckily they never found out who it was. These days I shoot in pieces 3 glasse, 2 books and 2 garden chairs. When the police arrived I stopped :-)
#gun #bored #neightbors
I confess I don’t know how to talk to girls.
#lonely #frustrated #mad #bored #sex #judgemental #been #a #while #stupid #ex
When I am bored, I call taxis and order pizzas and tell them the address of my neighbours and friends.
I flirt with people when I'm bored and that's a risky thing we do because nobody wants to catch feels.
I went out and sat on the park bench to think. It was early in the morning and this jogger ran by and I watched him. I got up and decided to get a cup of coffee so I went to this small breakfast place and ordered breakfast. I went home and felt bad for eating so much, got into the shower and spent some time washing my penis. It felt good. I thought about the jogger. I dried off and decided to masturbate. I got the lube out, my butt plug, inserted it in. Got the camera out, set it up, got the mirror set up and jerked off. It felt good. I looked out the window and saw these kids at the bus stop. I wondered if any of them were masturbating yet. I'd be glad to teach them.
I got dressed, as much as needed, set up for work. The day went by slowly, issues came up and I handled them. At noon I had some soup, no sense in eating too much. After work I decided to go out and see if I could be picked up. I went to the usual place where men come looking for men like me. I got in the car with a man and he said he wanted it hard, ok with me. We went to this motel where he had a room rented. He was rough, men like him are always rough. He dropped me off back where he picked me up, I walked home and masturbated again and now I need to get some sleep.
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