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I am 13 yr old girl and I was abused by my mother as a young kid and I would always cry about it so I went and hit my cat and I would hit her about 6 times and push her off the couch becaus I was mad. I made a promise to God that I would never masturbate again but I broke it. I cut myself sometimes and once my brother held down a calf and we raped it with sticks, it was ok after. I am extremely ashamed please don't judge we all make mistakes at a young age. I have evil thoughts about rape and abuse but I am trying my best to stop thinking about those things... I talked to 17-40 year olds online and they sent me dick pics, I didn't like them but I didn't want to lose them as friends so I pretended to like them. I was blackmailed a few months ago, I didn't send nudes I was just blackmailed with Pictures of my face which is not as bad but still sucks. That is all I remember I have done that bad. I pray for God to forgive me and I am sorry for what I did.
I recently quit my job and my apartment as I want to travel the world and experience new things. Doesn't sound that bad, right?
Well, I have a girlfriend and a rather close-knit family and I haven't told them anything about it yet. I'm from Europe, but found a job in Australia for the next few months, just working on the field, travelling, exploring the country that kind of stuff. After Australia I want to go to Asia, I'd really love to go to Tokyo.
I don't know when I'll be back or if I ever will be back. For now, I think I am just going to tell my girlfriend that I'll just use my holidays from work to travel the world and that I'll be back in a few weeks... But I guess it is more like going to be for 2 or more years... Who knows what will happen.
Therefore, I'd like to confess that I am going to abandon my family, friends and my girlfriend and live the life I always dreamt about.
#dream #travel #world #girlfriend #lying #family #confession
I am straight but can't stop masturbatng to lesbian porn. I just imagine one or two women are missing me and touched by me all over until I cum. I really want to kiss a woman too but am scared it's just a fantasy and it will be strange.
To Confession 737:
I agree! Women should be allowed to be hit, too. I don't get it why we should treat them different in this situation. They want equality, so let them have equality.
#confession #woman #hit #equality
I change some of wikipedia's entries just to mess with people. Most of the facts and stuff I change stay like that.
I don't regret anything; it's you own fault when you believe everything which is written on wikipedia.
My name is David (I am male as you can assume) and I am not ashamed to say that I like to watch girly movies and TV shows. Just recently, I started watching Sex and the City and Grey's Anatomy.
I also like Friends, Private Practice and The Vampire Diaries.
I confess that I hate it to drive my girlfriend around. She doesn't have a car, so she relies on me to drive her wherever she wanna go.
It drives me crazy (literally, hahaha).
When I tell her I don't want to she gets really angry, she shouts at me and insults me.
I love her, I really do. But this is insane!
#driving #car #taxi #confession #girlfriend #insane #hate
i'm early 40's and yesterday i just paid to have sex with a 19 years old. she's fairly inexperienced so it bring back a lot of memories kind of like trying to score on a high school sweet heart. she was shy and said she wasn't good at a BJ but when in fact when was very good at it, not the technique but just the sweet soft way she was doing it. it made me feel so damn good. her pussy was tender and pink and tasted awesome, sweet with a hint of saltiness. honestly the best pussy i've eaten in a while. she also let me fuck her without protection that was amazing... one of the best fucks of my life.
#sex #confession #fucks
What do you think is the worst thing that could happen to you while on a job?
Today, while working I noticed a strange smell. The smell didn't fade but was constant. Some customers in our shop looked at me in a strange way but I didn't think about it. Until I saw the brown stuff dropping down my pants. I got diarrhea while working, didn't notice it and shit my pants...
Worst. Day. Ever.
#diarrhea #job #smell #confession
(13) me and my gf have been dating for 2 months an we both want to become more intimate like kissing, but not sex. but the main problem is me. i haven't kissed anyone and i don't want to tell her cause i'm too embarrassed
I just wanted to take a short break and read some of the confessions here.
Now almost an hour has passed and I still haven't got back to work.
Damn it!
#confessions #work #lazy
I found out my partner was cheating on me when I was pregnant with our children with women who knew about me and his family so I screenshotted all the messages I found and sent them to all the women’s work places so I could feel like they had been publicly shamed.
Short and not so sweet. When I was 16 or 17 I sucked the neighbor dog's dick. I don't know why. For years I thought I was the world's sickest dude. Then I found a number of websites devoted to sex with animals.
Of course most of the videos are of women doing the deed. And doing a better job than I did. But for all you doggy dick suckers--there are plenty of you out there. You aren't alone.
Confession is good for the soul. Think I'll find something else disgusting to try.
I read about the seven deadly sins early; maybe you don't believe me but I haven't heard about them until some hours ago; and I think they're kinda interesting; very interesting!
I'm curious; what happens if one person commits all 7 sins?! Is he going to hell then??
I am not saying that I'm a very lazy person but most of these sins apply to me. I am greedy, I eat too much every day, I fucking love sex (could do it all the time) and I get angry really really fast.
2 days ago I beat up my little sister because she didn't want pay my pizza I ordered.
If I want to I even goof on her while her friends are with her; I just think it's so much fun messing with her and shit. And I have to say, I don't even feel guilty for it! She certainly would do the same with me if she got the chance.
So I'm going to hell then, huh?
#bully #confession #evilness #fun
Two years ago when I was in school at a break some older guy came to me and said "My friend loves you and he is a pedofile.". I didn't wanted to go to school for a month. Since that I feel a little bit less pretty, sexy, confident in my own body. I have a little problem about loving a boy, I feel uncomfortable around some boys. Since than I feel more attracted to girls. But this one thing that happened have changed my life forever. I don't feel mentally confident.
Where I went to high school in Idaho I was a solid 7.5 on the hotness scale. I'm not exactly what you would call pretty (nose too big) or skinny (butt too big) or rich. But if you picked 4 girls at random from my class and one of them was me, on average one of the 4 would hotter than me and the other two less hot. So 7.5 exactly :) I'm sort of shy too in a way that leads to social awkwardness, especially around girls that I perceive to be a rung or too above me on the social ladder. And I'm ridiculously shy around especially attractive guys.
These minor personal issues didn't pose a huge problem in the small town where I grew up. The median level of hotness and richness there was, let's say, moderate. So I was fairly comfortable around most people most of the time. Plus I had known a lot of them since I was a little kid, so they tended to see beyond my awkwardness because they were used to me. I wasn't a big party girl or a hot item on the hook-up scene. But I had some good friends and a couple of different passably cool boyfriends during my time in high school. I even had sex a few times. Six times total, to be exact. Always with an official boyfriend, though. My boyfriends, that is, not somebody else's.
When I started my freshman year of college in SoCal, though, the situation was, um, different. It was just a regular state university, but nonetheless it quickly became apparent that I was a chubby hick by comparison to the average girl there. The cool kids table was well out of reach. There were girls running around who were so thin it looked like they might break if they bent over to tie their $300 sneakers. There was a beautiful girl in my dorm who had a big tattoo on her neck and also had a red Ferrari kept off campus in a private garage. She had a valet number she could call and they'd bring it to wherever she happened to be when she was in the mood to drive it. There were so many girls (and some guys) who had had plastic surgery done that sometimes I'd look around a room and imagine I was surrounded by robots or space aliens. OK, so I'm exaggerating a little. (not about Ferrari-girl tho - she's real, :) but the point is I felt like an idiot at first trying to talk to people and make friends. So of course I tried too hard which made it worse.
The first two weeks in the new dorm didn't go super well. The problem was compounded by the fact that everybody but me had a roommate. This made me seem weird to my dorm neighbors. Like maybe I had killed my roommate and eaten her or something. And it also caused me to spend many hours alone in my room for the first time in my life. In Idaho I shared a room with my two younger sisters. I spent years wishing for more alone time, but when it finally came, not so great. True, I was able to rub one out whenever I wanted for that two weeks, but I was too depressed and freaked out to really enjoy it. Ok, I guess it would be more true to say that I enjoyed it quite a lot while I was doing it, but the end result was just me feeling sadder.
On Monday of my third week in Cally my roommate finally showed up. I was hoping somehow that fate would send me a nerdy small town girl to be my bff. So my heart sank a little when Key walked in. She was (probably still is) tiny, beautiful, confident. Her clothes were casual and also amazing. She's half Persian, from Orange County, perfectly golden colored,long straight brown hair, huge green eyes. Standing next to her made me feel like an inferior knock-off brand of human, and I could hear the fear and clumsiness in my own voice from the second I said hello to her. My mind raced looking for a solution that would free me from my paralyzing discomfort. How can I sleep five feet away from this exquisite person? Maybe I could buy a tent and live under the oak tree on the quad, crying in my sleeping bag and mumbling to myself while I flick my bean like a crazy homeless lady?
But Key did save me after all. She had a sort of magical charisma about her that quickly made me feel more at ease. Even when I stuttered or said something stupid she didn't eye-roll or condescend to me like other 18 year old females would have. She treated me like a friend from the start, really listened to me. I believe she genuinely liked me. I was kind of approaching a crisis point before she came but because of her everything suddenly seemed ok. I'll be grateful to her forever for that.
In Idaho the social order was that kids tended to pair off into couples in the last two years of highschool, but in my new home folks didn't mostly seem to be doing the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. So I was surprised to find out that Key actually did have a serious boyfriend, that she was even semi-planning on marrying someday. I wasn't surprised, though, when I saw a picture of him and discovered that he was also incredibly beautiful. 6'3, perfect teeth, perfect everything, not a single blond hair out of place. His perfect dick was not on display in the picture but I knew it was still perfect anyway. How could it not be?
Kyle wasn't around that much because he tended to stay busy indoor rock climbing and outdoor racing mountain bikes. I assumed he was also probably bottle-feeding endangered baby animals and possibly working to cure cancer as well. He was just so beautiful and impressive that I could only imagine him doing things that benefited all mankind. Ok, truth be told I also got pretty good at imagining him fucking me doggy style on a bearskin rug in a very exclusive ski lodge I made up:P
But of course I was terrified of him. The worst thing was that I sort of loved him at first sight, so I was afraid that if I was too nice to him my secret love for him would be revealed. Then I'd be exposed as a pathetic failed boyfriend-stealer and forced to buy that tent. But he was super nice and friendly to me, so being stand-offish just didn't work. Accustomed, I'm sure, to girls melting rather than resisting his charm he never even seemed to notice my obvious fear of him. It still baffles me how certain people can do that - win me over with a smile and make me open up despite my best efforts to the contrary. It's like witchcraft.
So after a month of college I was in a much better headspace. Key and I would talk for hours sometimes about hopes and dreams and whatnot and I gradually began it realize that she was (probably still is) human in most respects despite appearances to the contrary. She missed her dog, she was annoyed and even a little jealous that a friend at another college was flirt-texting Kyle, that kind of stuff. But what happened next totally threw me for a loop.
Key had this annual first of October 5 day family Disney trip coming up. This was something she had been doing with her mom and her grandmother and her aunts since like birth or whatever. Totally obligatory and uncancellable. But she didn't want to leave Kyle alone for five days. He couldn't go because it was a strictly and emphatically girls-only tradition. And to top it off his birthday fell slap in the middle of the trip dates.
Key thought about it and decided that Kyle would almost certainly cheat on her while she was gone, and then she would have to remove him at least temporarily from the boyfriend position on general principles. This would put her semi-plan to marry him in serious jeopardy.
I thought she was wrong about the whole thing. She had no evidence that Kyle ever had cheated on her, or ever would. Plus if he wanted to cheat he'd just do it. Her going to see Mickey Mouse or not didn't really have anything to do with it. It was just a fake problem she had made up for herself. Not what I expected from her. More like the sort of paranoid fantasy that I would dream up to torture myself with.
But when I gave her my opinion she said maybe that was true but why take a chance?
So her first thought was that I should "keep an eye" on Kyle while she was gone. What does that even mean? I asked. Kyle and I get along great but we don't hang out without you. There's no scenario where me "keeping an eye" on him would be anything but obviously weird. She knew I was right, but I could see from the look on her face the wheels were still turning. So I'll tell him he is required to hang out with you while I'm gone she said. And you'll take him to his stupid Sushi place on his birthday. And... She paused for a moment. More wheels turning. You'll love the stupid sushi no matter how gross it is because it's his birthday, and then you'll suck his dick, also because it's his birthday.
This last bit was quite unexpected. Surreal even. It was one of those situations where yes or no were both the wrong answer, and not answering at all would be even worse. So I said ok. But I had a way out, or so I thought. I added "but I'm pretty sure that's not something he wants to happen. So I'll offer but he'll probably say no." I was thinking that I would not offer and he would not ask, and all good. Danger averted.
Maybe you are right she said. At those words I unclenched my butt and relaxed a little. I'm going to call him when he get back down from the mountain and ask him. Re-clench! I opened my mouth to object but the look on her face told me it was time to shut up.
She left and I spent the next three hours in a state of abject panic. If he says no thank you, rejection and major humiliation. If he says yes thank you my fail blowjob skills will ruin his birthday, Key will hate me for not refusing to do it in the first place, major humiliation, move into tent. And plus I had never even tried sushi lol.
Key came back eventually. Ok, it's on. She said nonchalantly. Before I could open my mouth she started thanking me and saying what a great friend I was being and just generally making it absolutely impossible to weasel out gracefully. So I didn't even try.
The birthday was the third night after Key had left, but Kyle came over within an hour after she walked out our door.
It was by far the best sex of my life, and it just kept on happening and happening. I hadn't had sex with another human in like six months at that point, and I definitely hadn't ever had a true athletic pounding like Kyle gave me. Didn't realize that kind of sex was even a real thing, if that makes any sense. That first night he came four times and I came at least seven. I've never been what you'd call highly skilled or experienced in the sex department, but I do orgasm easily and often, so that usually keeps it fun for as long as it lasts. It lasted a lot! Next night same. On the birthday night I ate the sushi successfully by not breathing through my nose too much so as to avoid tasting it. Afterward I sucked his dick a little to warm up and then let him fuck me in the butt. That hurt like hell honestly but I was a good sport about it. I had tried practicing earlier in the day with an object of comparable size and shape to his jojo and that went ok. But I guess it hurts less when you are doing it to yourself vs. someone else doing it to you. It was my first and last time for that activity. He blew his load up my ass, though, so mission accomplished. The part where I had to sit on a towel for a bit with cum dripping out of my butthole waiting for him to wash my shit off his cock in the tiny dorm sink was not super romantic. But overall we had fun.
Key had really only authorized the one blowjob so I was a little worried that there might be issues when she got back. Of course she would hear that Kyle spent the night at our room every night. There are no secrets in a dorm. But when she got back she just winked at me and thanked me and started showing me Disney pics on her phone. Believe it or not we never really talked about the borrowed boyfriend week at all. And if anything she was nicer to me and as good a friend as she'd always been.
If I had to guess why I'd say it's because she felt a little guilty about the whole thing. I mean, she pimped me out! She knew I'd do what she asked because I was grateful for her friendship and still a little bit in awe of her. She also no doubt picked me specifically because I was ultimately no threat. Guys like Kyle fuck girls like me sometimes, but they don't dump their beautiful girlfriend for us, except in sappy romcoms. Those same reasons are why I never felt guilty about banging her guy front back and sideways while I had the chance.
So epilogue: Like another month later Key asked me if I'd be interested in having a three-way with her and Kyle. Not bi much and I have never licked a pussy before. But honestly I'd be willing to try it under the perfect circumstances. Hers would probably taste like fresh picked strawberries or something lol. Her asking made me feel good because I knew it had to be Kyle's idea. Threesomes are always the guy's idea true facts. So I must have done something right that birthday week! But I said no to the threesome. No way I'm gonna be naked in the same room with Key - at least not with a beautiful guy there. That's not a comparison I'm trying to invite lol.
I did spank-bank it, though. Didn't really happen but it could have. And when I wank to the fantasy version I can make myself way less fat and insecure than I would have been doing it for real!
My significant other thinks I am a bit corpulent therefore she registered me in a gym. My confession is that I haven't used any of the fitness equipment yet. I spend all my time in the spa area like the sauna.
I'm 5'10 and weigh 154 lbs, that's not fat!
#corpulent #fat #weight #fitness #gym #equipment #confession
So.. where to start. I went through internet abusive relationship for almost two years. The content is serious. And I'm still struggling i need someone to talk about it and get it off my chest.
#anger #abuse #confession
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